Call Me King's video: The Catechism I: Death

Official music video for The Catechism I: Death. ...and the snow will turn to ash now available at www.wearecmk.com. Produced by Craig Owens. Recorded at Glass Arrow Audio. Engineered by Jordan DiSorbo. Filmed by Timekeeper Media. Lyrics: How did it start? What did you feel? A sensation of floating or falling? Was your heart full of fear? Or calm and collected, Knowing your selfish life was done? That you’d reached the end, your time was up. Was it relief? Or was it just pain. Tell me dead man, oh, tell me about everything. Tell me dead man, oh, did you ever think about me? Tell me all of your lies, all the secrets that you kept inside. Tell me before the night is out. The night sky is alive. Tell me your tale as you lie in your grave. Did you ever think of what you’d say? Did you contemplate your history? Or just forget that you had a thing? Tell me everything that you knew. Tell me, did your memory serve you? Tell me, did your knowledge save you From the depths of hell when you were through? Could you summon the sun? Could you shut up the deep? Did the wind heed your voice? Did the waves cease to sweep? When you let out a cry Were you empty inside? Did your wealth satisfy? Or were your bones all that your skin could hide? Tell me dead man, oh, tell me about everything. Tell me dead man, oh, did you ever think about me? Tell me all of your lies, all the secrets that you kept inside. Tell me before the night is out. The night sky is alive. Beneath your grave how does fame taste? Upon your lips, its cool embrace? You linger here and no one mourns Your empty life, your petty scorn. And in the end was God concerned With facts and figures and success earned? Or did He care more for your soul? The things you wrought, the lives you stole? (Tell me, do you regret?) I can’t see your face but the whispers grow louder. You’re trapped in this cage you chose of your own power. A growing unrest lies inside of me, fervently Filling my lungs with the greatest obscenities. The demons you left are searching for their sanctum. Where you now rest they won’t follow on their own. They’re pressing at my mind hoping they can gain entrance. The empty night sky is filled with their sulfurous breathing. (Tell me, do you regret all the things you’ve done? Tell me, do you still hold all your earthly wealth? Tell me, was it all worth the lives you stole? Tell me. Tell me. Tell me, dead man.) Tell me dead man, oh, tell me about everything. Tell me dead man, oh, did you ever think about me? Tell me all of your lies, all the secrets that you kept inside. Tell me before the night is out. The night sky is alive. I told my lies. I made my choice. I chose myself, destroyed my life.