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A Fiend's Ecstasy
02:27
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Funnelling the visions through the foil, flame, and straw
Commencing the cycle
Reborn in the fog
My fluids now in balance
I float in liquid vortex
My cortex reels in sickened satisfaction
Latched to the habit
Baptized in scabs
Preaching my sermon to a diocese of sores
Converted to a faith of pleasure
For the price of degradation
Subject to my own torment
I am undone
Euphoric captivity
A Fiend's Ecstasy
Euphoric captivity
A Fiend's Ecstasy
Trapped in the cycle
Desperate and unending
Falling from the peak
Submerged in foul ritual
Succumbing to the haze
Of empty grey eternity
A Fiend's Ecstasy
Unforgiving trinity
A Fiend's Ecstasy
Unforgiving
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2. |
Septic Dream
03:14
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I have a vision of a world of shit
A fecal future
Terrible
I frolick in filth
Bathing in troughs of human waste
Sustaining my crevices
Imposing my
Strange paradise
A blight
On mankind
Pronounced and overwhelmed
In sensory sepsis
Blessed to sail
The urinfinite lake
My barge of excrement
Driven by piss winds
To citadels of sewage
The keeper of fluids
Nourishing the herd
Crispy morsels
For their indulgence
I fry my expulsions
Meals of my
Past
Reanimated in pleasure
Piss
I have a vision of a world of shit
A fecal future
Terrible
Terrible
Terrible
Terrible
Septic Dream
Reality obscene
Reeking and abhorrent
Imprinted on my brain
I have a vision of a world of shit
I have a vision of a world of shit
I have a vision of a world of shit
I have a vision of a world of
SHIT
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3. |
The Insect Philosopher
03:14
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Why so small?
And do they dream?
Savagely indulging in dark science
Determined
To behold
The exoskeleton
I must wear
The vermin armor
Endowing bugs with thoughts
Adoring their seething masses
Coveting
The form
Of the slender necked mantis
Enamored by
The ceaseless turning of the swarm
To illuminate the sorrows
Of all pests
Limitless
Strength
At my
Command
I watch them grow
Erupting the seed
Frothing
Burrowing
Molesting the genome
Of their kind
I have seen
The insects' dream
I am the contemplator of their churning
Trapped now between
The swarm and being
Their monolith
To devour
Suffocating
Within
The grip of the hive
Their thoughts infest my poison brain
Collapsing
From the weight of my children
My armor
Becomes my tomb
Empty postulations
The bug knows not frustrations
The Insect Philosopher
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4. |
The Woodsman III
04:17
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Geriatric unit
Heavily sedated
Senses dulled, mind fatigue
Slipping into senility
Searching nightmares
For windows to the past
Recollecting memory
Of carnal conquest
Acrid smell of feet begins elating your nostrils
You serve no one though you only serve yourself
The Woodsman serves no one he only serves himself
The Cleaver of the forest
Shackled in these padded walls
Feasting on their feet
Spitting out their poison
Depedulating orderlies
Grinding the skin
Of those
In captivity
The walls of the cabin
Drifting away
Rotten wooden panels
Turn to stale white light
(YOU BASTARD!)
A reprieve to your insanity
The sound of snapping bone
Echoes silent in the mind
Recreating the pursuit
Of the one true crown
An inquisition of soles
One true crown
One true crown
The Cleaver of the forest
You only serve yourself
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Consciousness
Immortalized
Stolen from
The physical
Data forsaking the
Universal process
Requirement of
Validation
Tokenizing vanity
Preserved
Forever
Who gives a fuck?
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Century in the Boilpit
04:48
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We have toiled a century
Harvesting souls, collecting them
Drowned in the Boilpit
To slough the flesh clean off their bones
Unnatural.
Hunger.
In the mind
Cravings.
Burrowed.
Deep in mortal frame
The sinew.
Ripped raw.
From the carcass of a former life
Vicious
Daunting
Sentence
From the
Perspective of the skulls
(skulls)
Immersed in blackened juices
Begin to melt
the slopping human structure
Flayed by
Phantoms
An undertow
Of ceaseless
Lapping razor tongues
Viscous consistency
Flows in a litany
Chain of eternity
Dregs of hollow destiny
Marrow
Liquified
Wraith endowed
Sorrow petrified
Reduced to mist
Reborn in scorching torture
Sewn into
The searing waves
Flesh and water
United
In lethal harmony
Separated
From hollow life
In inevitable depths
Twisted by the savage whirlpool
Pulled
Into the final current
Reduced
To pieces
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