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Art & Severance
04:45
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In a matter, in a dark destructive matter
down the well or sink..."whatever"
into essence that will never suffice.
Unattainable and lost...
Dispossession and a hollow.
Inconceivable to inexpressible
words fade, hearts fail and
actions don't speak
Degraded lasting silence
inhibits the host motionless
Imagination has left the server.
Narration botched to tell
what no one ever asked to hear
Can something be lost before it belongs?
Long after days became unclear
all the nights turned into songs
From love to hate and all inspiration to despair.
To death's lair
To death's lair
Through the barren wasteland
and through the shrouded grand passage.
Where time in a glass with sand
can't tell you where you stand.
On the line between beginning and the end.
Well, it doesn't matter
It did not ever matter
From insignificant to Aether.
The presence wilting for the better
hurled into the nether nether world of hell
no exception, in one moment, everyone gets to know it well.
Everyone will get to know hell!
If belief in a fantasy from an age of simplicity,
manifested in reality, I'll see you there at the end.
Till then, to your offspring, through the stories you can pretend.
Like the fathers before, there was never a saint.
All born from the same same whore, all ill and soul taint.
In vain and discontent. How trivial, truly limited.
Dispersed, now the irreplaceable sin
sought to corrupt the unseen, unknown
life never confirmed.
How much time will it take
to fuck that up as well
to blast it into nothing.
A touch of irresistible psychological possession.
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Blurry and faint,
a draught mixed
with a sinister presence.
This fate is overkill.
The constant shiver down the spine,
as you subtly intertwine the terror
you would think you've brought me.
I'll soon confide the reason
you'll be wasting seasons by my side.
Hard to swallow pill, open wide,
Amygdaloid reaper hi.
Take a seat or you can stand,
you're curious and I'm taking command.
Been shadowing for months,
neck-deep and you still know zip.
You're a reaper not a creep.
Let’s discuss my decadence as if beyond the sky.
An avant-garde decay into blue irrelevance.
Starbirth, just another star in a limitless sandbox lets say.
Just there, dimmer and stale and still.
So frail…
Here comes the nova.
A wave of "Hey, I'm still here",
by a thinning thread I might fear.
Can't earn a praise if you can't
raise the sheep their ways.
Conform, adapt and make waves,
how many struggles that saves.
Maybe not in this generation,
as a supernova lights the dark,
I'll be praised for what is left behind.
Past!
the time alive,
the work became a famed memento of suffocation described, that's why.
A black hole after a star dies
is feared for it's magnitude of influence,
as truth and lies don't change it's size.
Went so grim the reaper wants to cheer me up,
but wait...
Came out legs first with a knot around the neck,
you're haunting a dead man walking.
Forever stuck on the fucking gallows.
Nothing was ever needed reaper, in my view.
Look, the system has probably replaced you.
6 months of creating, 6 days of contemplating
and 6 minutes of aching.
A man can drown in hope and from there it's a slippery slope.
Instead of ears there are scopes on the eyes,
for the love of the decent,
nowadays you have to look to listen.
And most never did. Was always recent.
Ever thought we might be the same 'cause,
you're outta job, do you need a pause?
Can't even pose as a 666,
an old trick so fucking cringe it gives me ticks.
I know you've never touched my mind.
It's time to realize my brain's not fine. Inside,
I feel the hate and the sadness 'bout to burst,
watch me disintegrate into the wind first.
It's going on and on and on.
Changing shapes, turning into songs.
All just a play, nothing in the way (wa-ay)
I can't believe there's now some I reach!
Mixed with the dust
mixed with the sand
between the seas and the skies now stranded.
In dictionary the word limitless,
haunt the liar (who) put it there I guess.
Unsanguine core,
unsoiled and pure as you're whooshing in almost silence.
Still guided by the same thoughts you left with.
In the same tune of chosen solitude.
Terrified the reaper is gone.
Left his robe on the floor.
An opened closet door.
What do the bones form?
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Amidst A Thriving System
04:31
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Poetic death described visualized on the inside
Averting the gaze to external decadence
I've seen way too much given freedom but told how to live
Private media to spoon feed
Some brainwashing is all they need
Slavery but sugarcoated
Dancing competing while on strings for measly worldly things
Hyenas overreaching for a place in so many despicable ways
What do you think they'll put on your graves
Forgotten after second generation worked his life to his last station
Routine and the system's salvation
Manufactured reason shaped and calculated
The reins are yours and so is the horse you'll run on their course
No boundaries in sight and the shadows don't make any sounds
A poor mind's plight
Downright ironic the voice of truth
is lost and found in a fountain of lies
Obedience enterprise and staged crimes
Naive attempts to preach to those already reached
Articulated behavior down to speech
Lively puppets on a switch burned to a crisp to realize this
Been shouting into abyss till voiceless everything right is amiss
My fury my rage has filled an endless well
Since forever a shadow was cast only a few could tell
A pull so vicious it developed a smell
yet so many fell and many still yell
falling under their spell
Be damned be cursed in devolution immersed
to those that reign and for power thirst
Blame the sheep blame the shepherd
the latter for arrogance and the former for ignorance
Bliss
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And A Darkened Rebirth
05:17
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From the depths of human waste
In agony, in all the distaste.
The larvae is the artist
who hoped to give you grace.
It morphed it lay
in the system's way.
Where the morals have fallen prey
to lust just as vast as greed.
I can't tell the difference you're all the same to me.
You serve a purpose, you can't comprehend.
Till the end nothing's been written
with your own hand.
Eyes of sand I'se understand.
In cocoon it writhes it bathes in malice
scorched by envy from the ill and the malevolent.
Cooked in a broth of curses.
They hallow the lords that tell them they're free
They drive any values to obscurity
A pure intention for a man?
It's been lost in this valley of the plague.
And I've been soaked and I've been washed in varieties...of plague.
Leaked inside the swathen home
all I drink is plague, plague, plague, plague
Drag me to the light, how shaken I've become
The torment waning, as drown in plague,my senses failing
Serene and blank
Sharp white noise lingers in the distance of this unheard-of sacred ground
Covered in flame that towers the sky
as empty as this goddamned paradise.
It touches everything
And it does not burn it does not cleanse
Not warm nor cold but keeps a hold on a soul
Projected conscience of an inner world.
Scum free world!
Wings of a hideous design break through the walls
as they crumble upon the world at its mercy.
A darkened rebirth with intent so vile
it flashes an image to humans as it smiles.
The premonitions paralyze, you will wait in a nauseous state
for what is coming will never end.
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Dethrone The Corrupted Slovenska Bistrica, Slovenia
Deathcore band from Slovenia formed in 2012.
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