The Lucifer Effect

by Vera Grace

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'..an excellent, well written and well executed E.P.' 7/10 - Dead Press.

Recorded and mixed by Jamie Mck at Lyford Studios
Mastered by Adam Washington

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released 07 February 2013

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Track Name: Carrier
My muscles become paper,
My blood flows like sand.

Taste the sickness in the air.
Taste the sickness in the air.

The thick fog in your lungs.
Time is spreading like a desease.

As it starts to sink in,
your bones break like trees.

'I am the curer,I have witnessed this before
This time it's stronger, stronger than your lord,
The red tide is coming in, we're stranded to sink to the depths of imagination'

The thick fog in your lungs.
Time is spreading like a disease.

As it starts to sink in,
your bones break like trees.

People run for their lives.
cowering in the corners.

Because of them.

They stand in our way like giants,
They flow through the streams.

This infection will be the death of us.

The sun will surely shine again.
This means the end.

By all means shine your light down here,
but we are,
we're not too blind to see.
Track Name: The Father's Eyes
The crowd wanders in as we enter our prime.

Please take your seats, the show is about to start.

I won’t let this ruin me.



Your father keeps his eyes on us, to keep in line.

We keep our distance, to keep in time.

Your brother hides his body, to stop the cries.

I won’t let this ruin me.



Your father keeps his eyes on us, to keep in line.

We keep our distance, to keep in time.

Your brother hides his body, to stop the cries.

I won’t let this ruin me.



The guards grabbed me and put me to your knees.

Faces were shaken at the thought of disbelief.

“A curse or a gift” is what you said to me.

A curse or a gift is what you gave to me.

These iron bars will keep your coldness from me.



I won’t let this ruin me.

I won’t let this ruin me.

I won’t let this ruin me.

I won’t let this ruin me.

I won’t let this ruin me.

I won’t let this ruin me.

I won’t let this ruin me.