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The mushroom cloud darkens alien skies
A windless horizon tinted brazen gold
The ashen cerement stalks the vacant streets
And the bitter wind of holocaust on your face
Breathe; there's nothing left
From atom to casket
From wisdom to hate
From birth to faith
The architects of a dying world
An empty illusion
A grim façade
A political apostasy
And a mouth full of dirt
Heathen scum your deadened rhetoric
Echo this hollow cavern
The folly of hedon lunacy
Blinded by fear and broken of mind
Deafened child and idiot god
Idyllic object of the insane
The parody of man
A casket burdened blithered omen
Hold your fucking tongue
Antagonistic entity
Devoid of empathy
Paradoxical apathy
Breathe in but there's nothing left
The plastic fumes of molten waste
The empty void that takes its place
The artisans of a dying world
The fractured oratory articulation
Of a husk lacking of mind
Will kill us all, it's killed us all
Breathe out with blackened lungs
Fade into the annals of time
This world a sordid myth
The artisans of a dying world
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I am a survivor of the grand irradiate end
I waltzed the gulley of nuclear transcendence
I feel the sin on the crippled wind
This so-called life means nothing
A fleeting breath in an uncaring world
We fucked it; raped the earth of all its kind
The stalemate is flawed
When they came for me I failed to see
My mind a tomb unbarred unguarded
And as it fell around us
And took us from our homes
The world would not protect me and mine
For our part in the greying earth
And the dirt held in our hands
On the sea-sprayed cliffs above the sea of death
The gods go over first
Trigger-happy bloated wretch
Fingers ready guns are drawn
The stench of hatred fills the air
The six feet of soil between us and them
Is growing ever shorter with time
The blood paid mountains and arbitrary wealth
Will mean fuck all in hell
The cold withers the heathen soil
The earth revolves its final dawn
The loneliness of which I feel
Is brought on by the dark
The canopy of broken dreams
Will not break my fall this time
I hope that in the ending days
I will find my peace and mind
They were sitting in their halls
Upon huge thrones of money
When the first bomb fell
And took away their pain
The endless cycle of
Tyranny and greed
Brought us nothing but
Seven billion graves to dig
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The Sea of Ghosts
07:45
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Peering through the stagnant eyes
Of the wanderer of the wilted wastes
Any plea for purpose in this life
Has waned with shadowing of the sun
Circling the cusp of a darkened lake
The surface still and unmoving
Only the glare of a haggard face
Reflected back at me
The haunted tide line exposes visions
From the final war
Inside its bleak emptiness
Reside the ghosts that paint our future souls
Death; the constant companion to human deceit
The militant art of suicide
To give into hate
The blame of the blood
Of cyclic depression and mental despoil
I can't feel
The closest thing I had to
Home has gone
The twitching remnants of my life has died
Who can remember why we walked this path
Seduced by the nectar of human mortality
The sea of ghosts at eternities end
Embody the hate, the envy, the greed
Empty picture perfect condemnations
An image of what life was once like
Float atop the shimmering surface
Before returning to the depths
Forever out of reach
Sinking forever, so pale before the void
These ripples inside space and time
Paint the passages of old
And through the pathways of life
They will soon vanish with the tide
Whispers
Remnants
Lies
I can't feel
The closest thing I had to
Home has gone
These are the remnants of my life
Cast out fling the cretin corpse
And watch it crash against the shore
Burn down the church of the sectioned pariah
Pray for resolution
The punishment of sin
Tortured for the gluttony
Flay and rend the flesh
Indulge the suffering as one can only believe
With no-one left to stop the pain
The cycle repeats once again
Deep inside the wounds
Of malformed creation
A smothered scream
Of resignation
I can't feel
The closest thing I had to
Home has gone
This vivid story shares my,
Pain but I don't feel
The voices in my mind have left me
Worn and cold
The knife clasped in my hands will end this all
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4. |
Journey Through Silence
04:54
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In Solitude and Sickness
04:58
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Poised atop this cathedra
Of biped fault and carcass' culled
The gnawing arctic decrepitude
Drills holes in blistered souls
As the bastion of the stunted earth
In hell I'll wait for you
Just before I tie your noose
Did you just speak the truth?
Encompassed by the vacant gloom
The sun has failed to rise
And shine its gleam through toxic fog
Where the last few men survive
I am the war, the oracle
Custodian of the dusk
I am the final resting toll
The parasite, the lie
Can you feel the nuclear breath?
It trickles down your spine
Can you feel the weight of worlds
And where to draw the line
We failed to hold our promise
The dust has settled low
In our sickness and our solitude
Our kingdom far from home
Spread apart the cavity
Where the heart once used to lie
Hear no beat, see no rise
Without need for fragile carapace
This fractured planet births no pulse
We failed to hold our promise
The dust has settled low
In our sickness and our solitude
Our kingdom born of cold
Can you fathom emptiness
In the way this mind confides?
Does the last laboured lament
Of carbon life ring lies?
From this sodden balustrade
I fail to see new life take hold
The silence on the wind
Conveys volumes of nothing
We failed to hold our promise
Of never letting go
In our sickness and our solitude
Our carcass made of stone
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In my empty starchild mind
Spanning through the shattered divide
Sinking through eroded topsoil
I serve the shrouded scythe no more
Follower, beyond the sickened rain
Our lies will find a way
Seek penance not my child
Our time and toll has since been paid
I am the lantern in the fog
The eternal gateway
Whispering wretches that hearken the call
An evolutionary relapse rebuttal and fall
Follower, beyond the sickened rain
Our lies will find a way
Seek penance not my child
Our time and toll has since been paid
Wait out this diseased exodus
In sterile tubes under the earth
And when the clock strikes midnight
And the earth resets to dawning age
I will become the giver of life
When the radiation has passed
Left with the power to begin anew
To rebuild nations
To design a mind
I will create from atom to casket
Each single cell
Will bear my soul
As the cosmic drift abates
I will become god
If the sun shall rise again
I will sing it to its call
If the grass shall grow again
I'll pay the price in bone
Follower, beyond the sickened rain
Our lies will find a way
Seek penance not my child
Our time and toll has since been paid
Born into this deadened world
As another vessel of flesh and sin
I leave it as an oracle
The saviour of our kin
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