Atlas (Descent)

from by Invocation

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Exhume the corpse of democracy,
To see where it went horribly wrong.
Postmortem reveals, a rotting inner core.
On the cold metal it lays,
Eviscerated and alone.

Should we feel something?
An ever lasting sorrow?
The blood has dried on our hands.
Are we responsible for what lies in front of us?
Like Atlas, we carry this world on our shoulders.
But our world is carried to the grave.

Like Atlas, we carry this world.
But our world is carried to the grave.

The locusts swarm, like a winged plague
Devouring all that the eye can see.
No thought, no idea of the consequences.
Nothing left but the corpse of a broken society.

Should we feel something?
An ever lasting sorrow?
The blood has dried on our hands.

Stand on the shoulders of giants
To seek the highest power,
But forgetting the path they took, they fall.
Is this how they'll be remembered?
How will they be remembered?
Taking all, but giving nothing back.

A timely fall from grace,
An end to the human race.
A timely fall from grace,
Should we even feel disgraced?

Taking all but giving nothing back.
Take it, take it all.
In his hands, our fate lies,
Broken, deformed.

Now lay to rest, this vile rotting earth.
To put an end to this vile rotting curse.
But what is left?

Should we feel something?
An ever lasting sorrow?
The blood has dried on our hands.
Are we responsible for what lies in front of us?
Like Atlas, we carry this world on our shoulders.
But our world is carried to the grave.

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from Atlas, released June 1, 2016

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Invocation Milton Keynes, UK

Invocation is a project formed in early 2009.
Their sound is a blend of hard hitting rhythmic riffs accompanied by epic soundscapes and melodies.
The goal is simply to create and share music they enjoy with others.
Bringing with them the tech, progressive and melodic influences that have inspired them to do so!
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