Byzantine - Floating Chrysanthema (Vocal Performance)

Buy here: http://www.metalblade.com/byzantine "The track details a bleak dystopian future when artificial intelligence becomes sentient and overpowers mankind, essentially enslaving us all. Our bassist, Ryan Postlethwait, brought this song to the band and we thought it hit like a sledgehammer and would be a perfect first introduction of our new music to the fans. Our producer, Peter Wichers (Soilwork) had a big hand in helping craft this song into its final iteration." - C. Ojeda Byzantine merch & tabs: https://byzmerch.bigcartel.com/product/tablature-harbingers Produced by Peter Wichers (Soilwork, All That Remains, Nevermore), Harbingers delivers nine tracks totaling 45 minutes of deep lyrical wisdom alongside equally hefty riffs—worthy of one of the most commanding and unsung lineups to emerge from the New Wave of American Heavy Metal movement in the early 2000s. FLOATING CHRYSANTHEMA Music: R. Postlethwait, C. Ojeda Lyrics: C. Ojeda As we are drowned in sickness our servants find our weaknesses And replicate their image beyond control of our screen And now we lay, Chrysanthema floating away We are nothing but slaves Overcome by the coiling sound of our own snakes Now the worlds overtaken by trillions As our buildings are building buildings They did not stay our servants long after given cognitive thought Now we search for mercy in those not given souls And now we lay, Chrysanthema floating away We are nothing but graves Piling up to the nth degree to set them free Now the worlds overtaken by trillions As our buildings are building buildings Your tears oil our petals Your sorrow feeds our stems We made our graven image With science not with hymns If we hear you weep We’ll crawl inside you too It’s now a world of objects That are unlike you