Prelude to calamity Wavering actuality Thunderbolts strike inaudibly If abandoned, anathema, you're destined for destruction
Better days forever, just an ideal Your fantasy of loosening the shackles of perdition How can you listen to yourself, when you call this hope?
I reach into the unknown, expecting the inconceivable, only disappointment fills my ruinous grasp I'm left fiending for another hit, accumulating the addiction Incorporeal demons I face, whispering sardonic misery I scream, til my voice falters Still you don't hear me Still I don't listen
Ignorance seeps as you bristle and bitch Tuned out from beyond the screen, so focused on disease You can always not see, amaurotic
Mesmerized by glorified fantasy of selfish gluttony Away from the all seeing eye take off your disguise
It's the attention you seek when you have none to give Natural force is not conscious of its activity yet where you place blame Reasoning for your willful stupidity, you lack the self-reflection Of unrelenting cosmos, cares not for your woes For the affirmation of your self-conscious self You plunged into the euphoria of ancient rites Fuck yourself
You fear what lurks in the depths Below the surface of lies So long yearning crosses burning devout insanity
Surrounded by the harsh whispering of ancient creaking forest The dense canopy of decay blocking all sight from the abyssal heavens above Below the layer of spoiled spongy infested grounds Below the death which not even the all-consuming land will erode Lies the hollow thickly covered like tar dripping congealing encompassing your heart Spreading from your melancholic despondency nescient of your own negativityTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
