The Deceiver's Prophecy

by Mental Collapse

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Vocals - Jamie Pomeroy
Guitar & Vocals - Drew Creal
Bass - Jack Taylor
Drums & Vocals - Josh Landrith

Additional writing - Steven Cosand
Additional vocals on "Halted Progression" by Alex Miracle and Will Steinbrecher.
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Tate Mercer at Forty-One Fifteen Studios in Nashville, TN.
Artwork by Blake Helis.

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released October 9, 2015

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Track Name: The Deceiver's Prophecy
Heed my warning.
Do not be deceived.
Do not fall victim to their iniquity.
Circle of witch doctors.
They whisper false doctrines.
Deluding the nations with their false prophecy.

Skewing the glory of an infinite name.
Stirring the wicked.
Evil one in the same.
The false prophets run and hide.
Deceiver burned alive.
Crushed by the weight of their own lies.
Track Name: Bedlam (Tattered Earth)
I choose a path of separation from the depravity of mankind.
It knows no bounds.
No limitations, only death.
Violence, chaos, running rampant.
Great tension rising to a breaking point.
Nations divided, humanity polarized – torn in two.
Skewed media, slanted views.
Pushing confusion, perpetual war.
Our brothers and sisters now turned to foes.
Controlled by the hidden hand of a greater enemy unseen.

Broadcasting a purposeful perpetuation of fear and turmoil.
An injection used for political gain, for profit, for power.
Spreading our hatred like a disease.
This tactic - the greatest threat of all.
The line between aware and misled blurring further every day.
Choking on the propaganda shoved down our throats and on every lie we’re fed.
Masses unaware. Misled. Blinded. Led to the slaughter.
These ploys go undetected, the herd enamored.
Violation and corruption reign supreme. Society ripped apart.
Divided. Tattered. Wreckage.

Reduced to rubble.
Separation from the depravity of mankind.
It knows no bounds.
No limitations, only death.
Violence, chaos, running rampant.
Great tension rising to a breaking point.
Nations divided, humanity polarized – torn in two.
Skewed media, slanted views.
Pushing confusion, perpetual war.
Our brothers and sisters now turned to foes.

Apocalypse.
Destitute.
Frail bodies.
Withered lips.

Dry bones return to dust.
Track Name: Blood Loss
Mentation lost.
Thinning with each generation.
Sold a lie since birth.
Materialistic obsession.
The pockets of our nation, fueling another twisted scheme.
I reject your incessant greed.

Corporations distorting truth.
Their lies seeping their way into unknowing minds
Of the innocent, creating an illusion.
I see the truth – there’s only one solution.

Slaving away our entire lives.
For satisfaction we wont find.
Failing, we dig our graves.
Possessed by possessions, our choices made.

Toil away our lives.
For satisfaction we wont find.
Dying, we’ve dug our graves.
Possessed, possession, choices made.

Mentation, lost.
Thinning with each generation.
Sold a lie since birth.
Materialistic obsession.
No longer servants fueling twisted schemes.
Rise - reject incessant greed.
Track Name: Halted Progression
Where is the redemption?

In a world that will rip you apart.

Pull the knife from your back.

Ask yourself – what is left?

Selfish action. Personal gain.

Bitter hearts, dying in vain.

Stepping on each other in the name of success.

Were we not meant for more than this?



Numb to a frigid world, motivated by envy.

An Earth plagued by its own terminal disease.

Faces of the helpless, dying beneath our feet.

Love and compassion, buried under mortar and ashes.

Hiding behind the walls of our intolerance, the ones we’ve built for ourselves.

It’s what we build for ourselves.



Covetous - our hands breaking beneath all we can obtain.

Moral compass lost. When will it be found?



When I open my eyes I see a world that has turned on itself.

A death race. Venom spreaders crawling at the bottom with the spiders and snakes.

Do I embrace my cynicism? Or find it in myself to seek a dying light everyday? The one this world would let fade away.

Progression halted until we mend what is broken.

When will we find our way back?



Halted Progression.