.​.​.​A Prelude

by Sons on the Pyre

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released June 6, 2012



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Sons on the Pyre Puerto Rico

Sons on the Pyre (abbreviated SOTP) is an Electronic & Alternative Rock band formed in 2012 in Puerto Rico.

Cesar Arroyo
(Active 2012 – Present)
New York
Multi-Instrumentalist, Vocals, Composing

Alex Carrasquillo
“Master Bass”
(Active 2012- Present)
Puerto Rico
Bass & Sound Engineering

Bryan Ferrer
(Active late 2012 – Present)
Puerto Rico
Keyboards, Synths
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Track Name: The Shrine Worshipper
She plants the seeds
watches them blossom & grow
With an entrancing smile
She exhibits all she owns

She watches over the lands
With her tainted hands
Killing everything she knows

(Pre Chor)
A dance
In tune with her venom
In spectrums unseen
Her mind out of reach

Esoteric movement
At peace in her web
The ritual weave

Falling apart
Thanking the earth

But she knows well
That we are the wicked
We are the wild
We are the evil

(↑we aren’t even) Bound
By what we adore
By what we despise
We are unwelcome

She only starves when she feeds
She heals when she’s cut
She bleeds when I caress her

She only bends when you break
She mends when you ache
She sleeps when she’s awake

She’s only clean in the dirt
She’s safe within danger
& happy in misery

She only hurts in embrace
She’s hollow when loved
Track Name: Dilemma
I’m in a dilemma, dilemma.
Nothing concludes well
The verdict is near
I’ll take it apart

This schema, esquema
They’re taking us to hell
Don’t aim at the symptoms
Aim at the heart

(CHOR alternate)
You call me the deviant, defiant
But I can’t pretend to be deaf, dumb & blind
While people I love are all

Crying & dying
I can’t do much for you,
But for me & my own

(Verse I)
Chain’s off our wrist, now on our mind
Once I could see, now I am blind
& I never believed we could be so unkind
To the ones we supposed to help rise & shine

How do I awaken our kids, undefined,
when our schools are industrializing their minds?
How can I say, “you can be what you want”,
When your fu ture depends on these nonchalant motha’s…?

-- & I know this isn’t just a hang up
-- ‘cause they push you in a corner just to rouse your anger
-- I’ve been living a lie, & it doesn’t add up
-- Who’s to say you don’t deserve just a little better?

-- You can play deaf & blind toward discrimination
-- but your sons & daughters already know how that feels
-- Don’t hide your scars, don’t make up your cheek
-- Make your changes now, if you ever want to be

Free as a stream, reach for the best & be clean, ‘cause life is surreal
People it seems, we’ve forgotten what it means to be.
Human beings, with human needs, drowned in fashion & sex appeal
You know that’s not the reality of things to be

(Verse 2)
How do you plan to be rid of the abuse,
if everyone you know has got you hung from a noose?
A high school drop-out is a tough road to follow
Don’t know that by now, well you’ll know tomorrow

Boys skipping pages while they’re still green
Girl’s titties slinking by the time they’re sixteen
Take a good look around, the suffering in here
Is caused by look-alike puppeteer

-- But you know you can’t blame him ‘cause you didn’t make it
-- if he offers you a poison, you don’t have to take it
--You can revel in your vice, but you know you’re dryin
-- You complain about the prices, but still buy it

-- Everybody gets a slice when it’s you they’re cutting
-- With their fingers cold as ice, ‘cause their pie’s rotting
-- Fooled once, fooled twice, that’s the claim of society
-- They know your weakness, your frailty

Centralize & rise quietly, ‘cause you know violence will cause a riot
They sell us fear on the TV screen
& we don’t know any better, so we have to buy it
So don’t mess your skills, don’t treat your ills with pills
If their God don’t kill you, then science will
You know that’s not the reality of things to be

Everywhere we go, it’s wicked song them sing x3
Pennies for your thoughts, dollars for your sins