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aløne

Cøgnitive Dissønance

Awake intø a nameless vøid
Endless past and endless future
All is still; all is calm

Righteøus hand cøndemning all
Familiar quiet øf eøns dying
All have suffered; nøne have gained

Eternity denied
Damnatiøn with a smile

øn the path that leads tø ruin
Nø way øut; nø escape
This fløød will cøme; cønsuming all

Candle in the Dark fades away
The Demøn Caged in futile løgic
12:10 AM – Prøphecy Fails

Eternity denied
Damnatiøn with a smile

I remain
Eternal and unknøwn
Yøu blindly seek
ønly tø burn aløne

Scars øn his hands and feet
A reminder øf enørmøus failure
A sacrifice that saved nø øne

Denied by a billiøn søuls
Witless victim øf faith cøllapsing
All hail the søn øf man

Eternity denied
Damnatiøn with a smile

I remain
Eternal and unknøwn
Yøu blindly seek
ønly tø burn aløne
I deny
The falsehøød yøu insist
I will fade
Yet yøu will persist

øntøgeny recapitulates phyløgeny

Burn her away
The light that has becøme
Tear her away
Tø destrøy all memøry

Translucent skin
Dark ørbs becøming eyes
Vøiceless and helpless nøthing
Børn intø a plastic bag

First børn rising
Secønd falling in vain

Testify 6øøø years beløw the grøund
Enslaved; this gølden ring pulling døwn

A wørthless thing
Naught but døgs & sheep & pigs
What it’s becøme
Is nøt what it ønce was

There’s nøthing there
Nøt until the first breath
Justificatiøn makes
Genius øf us all

First børn rising
Secønd falling in vain

Testify 6øøø years beløw the grøund
Enslaved; this gølden ring pulling døwn

The tøuch øf blame
Has eluded us før years and years
Førgøtten law casting light øn falling faces
Vengence unseen scars inflicted
Cursed vagrant undying
Wandering all the earth

Science is Cain
Sacrifice self-serving
Unfeeling analyzer
Categørizing everything

a visiøn

øne wørd
øne sign was all
I ever really needed frøm yøu

øne løøk
øne tøuch was all
I ever really wanted frøm yøu

I cannøt see my reflectiøn in yøur eyes
I cannøt see a truth that I despise

øne wørd
øne sign was all
I ever really needed

Severing

Christ my heart is freezing
Devøid øf cøløur and drained øf all it’s bløød
This dissectiøn is revealing me
My arms pinned døwn crucifying yøu

Drugs injected and cløuds fill my mind
My lungs cøllapse and I’m ripped frøm my skin
I stare inside; it’s sickening
My Gød høw løng has been like this?

This prøcess is tearing me apart
Førmaldehyde falls frøm blind eyes
The pain is nøthing; I’ve been thrøugh this beføre
My awakening will cøst yøu yøur dreams

Yøu always were the øne I never løved
I might has well have severed øff my hands
My analysis has disprøved yøur løve
But yøur løve denies me tøø

Baptism

Føøtprints in the sand – All will wash away
Prømise in the rain – Cøløurs start tø fade
The sparrøws øf the skies – Fall tø the grøund
We’re walking thrøugh the shadøws – And yøu’re nøt arøund

There’s always this space between us
Sømewhere I cannøt gø
There’s always this space between us
I’m still øutside the wall

Lilies øf the fields – Naked and ashamed
Teachers withøut a temple – Have førgøtten yøur name

There’s always this space between us
Sømewhere I cannøt gø
There’s always this space between us
A peace I’ll never knøw

I can’t be pure
I cannøt be changed
By fire ør by water
But in the end
All will strip away
And it wøn’t really matter

The mustard seeds have fallen – øn barren grøund
We all serve twø masters – In slavery we are bøund

There’s always this space between us
Sømewhere I cannøt gø
There’s always this space between us
And yøu cannøt return

I wøn’t be pure
I will nøt be changed
By fire ør by water
But in the end
All will strip away
And it wøn’t really matter

embrace

A crøøked line imperfect circle
Endlessly reaching
Unseeing eyes a strange shape
Grasping withøut feeling

The space between cøld and yelløwed
Stain øn blank canvas
Thin and black smeared and severed
The twø shall nøt be øne

This tragic møment
Underneath twin black suns
Førever separate
And førever wanting møre

Desperate løve withøut høpe
Destrøyed by a secret
Unspøken pain plainly seen
Unheeded by the headless

This tragic møment
Underneath twin black suns
Førever separate
And førever wanting møre

All I wanted was yøu
All I needed was yøu

beckøning

Prøphet has faded intø antiquity
the undying man’s wørds øf warning
Have died nøw within us
øsiris beckøning turns us frøm øur brøken master
Buries us alive in false reality

It always seemed these cørridørs
Led tø sømething deeper
But these bells and spheres and elders
Fell tø icønøclasts
Streets paved in gøld
Nøthing but back alleys and dead ends
Stillbørn messiahs under the trash

Yøu prømised that yøu wøuld return – I’m still waiting
Yøu prømised yøu’d numb my pain – I’m still wanting

I cannøt rebel
Før nøthing exists

Føur Fucking Years

Never numb enøugh
Tø fade away painlessly
Never børed enøugh
Tø thrøw it all away
Never hate enøugh
Tø løve løsing everything
Never hurt enøugh
Tø wish it all wøuld end

Føur fucking years
øf waiting and wanting
Før øne simple møment
That slipped away
Stølen and brøken
All this time wasted

Cønfessiøn

In pain it røse up
Between the sun and earth
Tø bring førth a child øf lies
Tø rule øver perceptiøn

The peøple crøwned their delusiøn
Starving bring grain tø burn
Wørshipping the idølatry
Børn øf their imaginatiøn

Please be silent
I tried sø hard
Tø appease my idøls
Their silence deafening

Ashes øf hearts burnt in hand
Brøught tø her as sacrifice
She turns her head frøm this wørthless gift
And smears their wanting faces

When I løøk intø yøur eyes
It draws me back in circles
When my dreams revealed are dreams reviled
I’ve løst my faith in miracles

The beast turns a wicked smile
The diamønd in her crøwn
Is nøthing but glass
The møst preciøus lie øf all

rebørn

With every step it gets cløser
A struggle against yøur will
Is this what yøu require?
Sømething pure and preciøus tø kill?

These writings will førsake yøu
They’re thørns that scratch the skin
Scars and fears circling
A halø øf bløød and piss

I wasn’t ready før all øf this
I didn’t knøw this was øur final kiss

I’m dying tø be yøur salvatiøn
Yøur sacrificial lamb
But I can’t reach øut tø yøu
Før this nail that’s in my hand

Børn tø be yøur redemptiøn
A liøn øn yøur thrøne
Yøu døn’t remember the prøphecies
Døømed tø be alive and aløne

I wasn’t ready før all øf this
I can still taste yøur bitter kiss

I wasn’t ready før all øf this
Give me øne møre betrayal’s kiss

dead hand system – remains

upøn waking

adam, where are yøu nøw?
i løst yøu in a dream
i’m all aløne, i’m all aløne
in eternity

i will fade away
i will becøme øbsølete
and when yøu turn tø find me
yøu will find me gøne

withøut me yøur life is wørthless
yøur existence becømes nøthing
then it ends

the divided gød

it’s øver nøw
the light that was here nøw førgøtten
sinking further
intø what perceived as real
thinking backwards
while walking tøwards cømplete cønfusiøn
løøking før a gød
ønly tø find him brøken

i’ve cøme alive
gained my sight
yet feeling empty
i’ll kill my søul
burn my eyes
becøme høly

falling døwn
divinity becøming mundane
deicide
this perfect ideal has faltered

i føund a way
tø reach intø the mind øf a gød
føund it shattered
brøken døwn by it’s øwn creatiøn
cønstructing a gød
destrøys my self in the prøcess

nøw i’m death
darkened head
reeking filthy
lives frøm dead
scales frøm eyes
yet cast døwn

falling døwn
i can’t accept the fact that i’m aløne
suicide
is abøut as pøintless as gøing øn

falling døwn
i’ve shattered the døørs tø my øwn søul
deified
i’m shining øut – becøming whøle

høløgraphic

images høløgraphic fade away
piercing thrøugh purple veils
nøthing’s changed
i will begin again sømeday
and følløw the trail øf dead thrøugh the maze

darwin has cøme and gøne
fits øf grey
silence replaces static
radiø dead
i have failed again
it’s nøthing new
reaching øut tø tøuch his face
and passing thrøugh

his eyes have disappeared
the ørbs that witness all
time has reached it’s end
the stars begin tø fall

terminal shøck

i døn’t knøw høw tø feel
gripping my spine yøu førce me to kneel
i døn’t knøw høw tø fear
høw can i when yøu’re always here?

knife

nøthing can be døne nøw
nøthing gød can støp at all
blades are held abøve øur heads
death is waiting før the fall

lies presented tø the wørld
masqueraded as justice
tøø much remembered
øf when sømething mattered
knives are held by such preciøus few

swine are slain in the temple
antichrists hide in plain view
sacrilege cømmitted
men all suits and smiles
film crews drink every drøp øf bløød

tear yøur eyes away
tear yøur mind away

sømething has tø be døne nøw
sømetimes gøds must be wøken (when yøu turn tø find me)
blades are held abøve øur heads
death has seen this all beføre (yøu will find me gøne)

høw løng must we suffer under pretense?
preemptive murder justified by pretext
lambs are led by televisiøn
døgs in suits will slaughter them next

tear yøur eyes away
tear yøur mind away