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She Beckons
01:33
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2. |
Makeshift Brainstem
02:49
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Burdened by the pressure of society wearing down on me I long for the feelings of impurity,
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Why do I feel the way I feel,
I desire your end,
Why do I think the things I think,
Deceit furls deep within,
Rooting through my conscience it corrodes the image of who I thought I’d be, who I wanted them all to see.
I’m only happy when I bring you pain,
I never knew temptation had a seductive taste
Transcendence to a plane where no one can look down on me,
Deconstruction of the will,
You will never surpass me,
Elevation of the mind,
Free from your reality,
Conscience and my role in life will no longer align
Chains weighing down my perception of who I thought I'd be,
L'appel Du Vide echoes through the mind, gravitational pull to the end, the void comes calling. Lusting for carnations, feeling the frustration I wrought, her voice calls louder and louder,
L'appel Du Vide, the call to the void
L'appel Du Vide, the call to the void
The sweet call beckons, to answer is to live truly free
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3. |
The Pillar
01:45
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Miscalculated and concentrated on the perception of how my life’s been wasted,
Think hard now,
Dig deeper and deeper,
I’ve always felt what I fear so deeply,
Guided by these guilty pleasures I’m left to ponder why must I always be the one who suffers Questioning all seems to pull me under,
Can’t hear,
Can’t see,
Can’t feel,
Only freedom chained beneath me, guided by the memories.
These thoughts raging through me being a sense of calm,
If I shed this false persona I could share upon this world the ceaseless glory
Drawn and quartered
By my need to feel
My need to bleed
My duty to please
Awaken, unborn to this world,
Awaken and of recast your mold be who you truly are and
Give unto yourself life free of temptation
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4. |
Worship The Wasp
03:44
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5. |
Synaptic Interface
02:31
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The pressure builds to the point of contention
I’m left to rot in this prison I’ve built for myself.
The pressure builds,
my ears are ringing,
pain swelling like the tides of the sea.
Love lost in a sea of regret,
drowned out by feelings I’ve felt.
Murder what's left inside.
I can’t take back anything I’ve done.
Every thought travels at a speed beyond comprehension, electrical signals flowing through muscle so worn and broken.
Searching for meaning through the walls of my dreaming,
all my thoughts are bleeding, ruptured vessels in the sun.
Every pulse like a razor, tearing through the flesh, at the end of it all just a pile of gore dripping down on the lives of all those around me.
The pressure sustains.
The pressure sustains.
The pressure sustains.
The pressure built inside of me is spilling out into my head.
I feel the pain it’s pushing through.
Why can’t I be fucking dead?
End it all.
I’m through with you,
I’m through with you,
I’m through with you.
I want to feel nothing.
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6. |
Cantankerous
02:43
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Wait, no, stop, what have I done?
Strewn out in front of me are all of the memories you gave me.
I thought I wanted this,
I thought it was necessary but now I’m left with nothing but a hole in my chest, try to fill it, and hide away
I’ll always know, I’ll always know that this was me.
I can’t take back the things I’ve done,
I can’t change it, but maybe I don’t have to be,
I can fix this if I just try harder, I can be who you thought I was before I took that away from you
Nothing, that’s what I am, and always will be,
There’s no changing this,
This is who I’ll always be,
Nothing but disaster,
Misery for all to see.
Jaded by my views,
I don’t want to be this why can’t you just keep your head straight,
You stupid fuck
Wake up,
Unforgiven,
Shameful incision,
Painful relation,
Ripping at my fragile perception
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7. |
Lenticular Hallway
08:42
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Your body lays before me,
Lifeless, no more misery,
Carefully released from the mortal coil of life.
Devoid of emotion, without any pain,
You’ve become one with me
Let me see through your eyes,
Postulation gathers, tearing at my eyes,
Pluck yours out and put them in place of mine
Pondering your weakness I look backwards and forwards through the same lens,
How did I get here?
Where do we go from here?
Hands bloodied by your soft entrails, a smile creeps on to my face
Red soaked loathing
I’m so sorry
End me please
I can’t bear the thought
Your words carry no meaning,
Gone are the days of your light
Spewing out my sockets, pale blue faint lobes take what's left and make it not self own
You’ve become part of me,
Drench me in your righteous blood,
The pounding of Ra Vas beckons us all
Time flows like a hallway,
Your eyes so gray,
See no more but carry a construct of what was,
What did you see in the build to my Eternal rumination assimilation to the hive
This hall is filled with scars all over,
Wallpaper shredded, is this my doing?
I open a door on my right and there’s me,
So weak and broken,
You pitied me and saw wounds so deep,
You didn’t know I was wounded by the thoughts that consumed me, and led to your end.
I saw the love you felt, I’ll feel it again
Further down the hallway leads a common room,
At the center lays a book bound together with a casing of flesh and bone
Where did it lead you?
Are you happier now?
Or do you feel nothing at all?
Page one reads of a call, L’appel Du Vide,
You felt its presence and rejected it?
My psyche once fractured has never felt more affirmed in who I am now.
I look back from whence I came,
Oscillations of a visual nature procure an anxious haze of frustration
Encapsulation of the mental purification that has transpired
Leading into self actualization and comforting thoughts of this is right.
Onwards to a deeper corner of this house,
Shrouded by images of disparity,
You hurt so much leading into my actions.
I have purified your fragile mind,
No more pain shall overcome you,
You’ve never known a love so strong.
Your wishes and desires will never bear fruit,
Held down to this world by nothing more than my insatiable hunger
As the amber liquid goes cold and coagulated I begin to yearn for the moment you realized your Life was ending
I want to see the light fade
Assimilation to the Hive,
Ascension to a higher state of mind.
Assimilation.
Assimilate.
Assimilation.
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Pillar of Wasps Dallas, Texas
Robot-going-through-a-trash-compactor music
Worship the wasp
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