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Throat Full of Thorns
02:41
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Look into my eyes as you descend into the earth
The fire has made a home there
Witness reflections of the smouldering truth
Kindled by your silver lined facade of lies
Find solace with the worms and maggots
They will be your only friends in the kingdom of dirt
You will be buried with a throat full of thorns under the thickest earth
Deep where your broken tongue can no longer be heard
Inflicted becomes the aggressor
You cannot stave the onslaught forever
Filthy hands ram thorns down your neck
Know the chain of pain that grown with every word said
Let go of your rotten soul now
And watch it fade off into black like a wisp of smoke consumed by the air
You will not need it where you’re going
Theres nothing left for you to feed on
Forever spiralling through these levels of suffering
A lesson to be learnt through endless cycles of time
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Skincarved Encryptions
03:08
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Under the glow of the ubiquitous eye
Side by side the sacrificial bodies lie
Stripped and bled of all their vitality
And so begins the alignment of the end of everything
Scribes of the watcher heed dictation
Nefarious codes enigmatic in origin
Spoken to with whispers from a blade
Communication through the rotting
Puncturing the skin neatly
Careful not to break the flesh
They incise the torso with precision
Transcribing heathen notes of worship
Deranged ceremonies cult of exaltation
The impious sun will rise and dawn upon a new day
Shining its light on the age of re-creation
Jaws of the earth forced open
Gaping wide opening the gates of descent
Filling vast cavities of purpose - fed into the mouth
Let the ground take them further down
Into the stomach to rot with the rest
Expulsed further downward
Into realms that sit defiant of mortality
Into the waiting arms of the devil
Scribes of the watcher heed dictation
Nefarious codes enigmatic in origin
Spoken to with whispers from a blade
The feet of the unholy shall kiss the earth
And walk hand in hand with terror unseen
Mass graves will feed the belly of the world we know
Skincarved encryptions
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Serpentine Echoes
02:49
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Revolving doors in perpetual motion
Inside my head no-one can stop the spin
Disintegration of interior structures
My mind feels like nothing can let it in
Serpentine voices rising up from the deep
Its comes to me - echoing in my sleep
Defenceless - mind - slowly - breaking
Fortifications failing, he can smell my vulnerabilities
Inching closer, ever closer from behind the door
If I open it he’ll be waiting there
With intentions of severing grandeur
My bodies stalled - rational thoughts are lost
Whats driving my hand and at what cost?
The handle turns and I cannot stop myself
The breath of the devil billowing down my neck
My subconscious screams dont let him in
His power strong, my will worn thin
Propulsion of light, a violent fury
Encapsulating me but blinding its not
Peering clearly at the face of the light
Completely distorted, though a halcyon of might
Gripped with fear not felt in the mortal coil
Strangling my mind, every sense spoiled
Disturbed - shaken - core stripped back
Darkness - swallowed - by a shimmering death
I become awake but wallow in lingering fear
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Born with a Lambs Head
03:04
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Rendered sightless, eyes pried from the warm skull of the infant
You will never see, you will never see what we were always supposed to be
Programmable forms never to be free
Born with a lambs head and mouth full of sharks teeth
Entering the world with predefined consciousness
Treading the water,
Trying not to drown in collective naivety
Irrational sense of what has to be
Coffins constantly on rotation
We were always dead from the beginning
I will not linger in the shadows for longer than I need
Step into the brightest light but still, still I cannot see
Pathways paved with bones of the suffocated
One way down, its a steep descent into the arms of the subjugated
Spiralling out of control, I step to the edge of this hole
Staring into the abyss, echoes beckoning me from below
I cannot breathe the air that is here, it suffocates my mind, feeding the fear
Broken senses lay in pieces at my feet
I feel it tightening its grip around my throat
Squeezing the life out of me,
Dragged from reality
No tools can build this wall,
Try not defend the horde
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Sunken Blades
02:19
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Why do you think you’re so indestructible
I will place you on the pillar just to throw stones at you
Descend to your knees, guts in your hands
Try to push them back in if you can
The gaping wound will make an excellent place for the worms to nest
Eternal grandeur spilled at the altar
The axe drops and your giant head will roll away
Face down in the dirt further and further
The throne that you longed to thrive on will become your execution block
The thorns of dissent will pierce your blackened soul
Grace holds no place for you now
I will pull every sunken blade out from my back
Turn them around and sink them into the heart of your corrupt legacy
No one will ever fucking know your name
I promise I will make sure of that
False promises laid with you in an early grave
Your regicide has been deemed by your own hands
Effigy of hypocrisy
Excruciate in your mortality
Effigy of apostasy
Sinking into an early grave
Are we too far gone? Too late to save?
Taste the pain, lick the blood from these blades
Seeping agony from every wound
Retribution in your final downfall
Even the afterlife will reject you
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Palm of the Watchmaker
04:03
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Defeaned from the echoes that ring out from what has been left behind
Weakened from the journey that eats at the knees and at the mind
Horizons of fortitude linger in the distance,
Infinite directions impart internal questioning of diligence
Try not to cower as the machine bares it teeth
Beginning the descent towards thee final resting place
Fear not the end of time but what lies beyond
Ticking over forever, it can never be stopped
Never stopped!
Dancing on - the palm of the watchmaker
Oblivious to the fingers - folding in on you
Barren - lands wiped clean - rotting - never learning
History - why can't it be seen - ending - the only inevitability
Reaching out - gasping for air - sinking further and further
Into the darkest pits of this closing hand
Realising once and for all theres nothing there
Escalating towards the end of existence,
The controllers of time wielding with clinical precision
Destined for extinction, the time has come
A grander scale of celestial order -
Casting judgement upon the realms of man
And now the time has come to be done with this world
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Open the Skull
02:56
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Widen the cracks to peer inside and see what is left
The brain has turned black, malnourished
Fed nothing but healthy doses of disinformation
How can it live in this state of mutation
A virulence, malformed, can this cycle ever be broken?
A mass harvest of free thoughts
To feed those who sit upon the green paper throne
Subservient pulse beats strongest amongst the weak and blind
So keep your eyes open and defy the claws that bind
Gaining control of everything including your hands and your mind
Spreading disease to envelope all of mankind
Maggots nest in these rotting brains, incubating the carrier flies
Circle them like wolves and tear it all apart
Unafraid of what lingers in the dark
Open the skull
How can the free be condemned to ridicule and contempt?
Walking amongst the pack but always left at the back
Slit the throat of the shepherd and sever its head
Hold it in the face of the scattering herd
Lift the chains and shackles of the current state of mind you occupy
Cease living in the shadows of safety in a world which rewards the blind
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Forgotten left in shackles, forged of spiteful desire
Devoid of all light, contorted perception fills minds eye
Festering in the lonely pits of despair
Hope severed, the hourglass sits dry of sand
Beset with scorn, made to suffer the pain
From this filth I will ascend to feed you my chains
I look to the sky, it drips with shredded flesh
Ripped from the backs of those who opposed you
The malice slowly floods its way into my veins
My spine grows, rapidly deforming
Splintering its way through my body
There is no going back now
I shift onto serpentine pathways
To find the fields of vengaence
And harvest your vitality
For within me grows a reflection of your infliction
Nurture this hatred
It's your to keep
Descend from power
To the throes of the weak
Look up and watch as the light fades
As their flesh drips from above
Reborn in the belly of everything you will grow to hate
Vortex of suffering consuming everything in its path
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