-Dianoia-

Ever smoldered splendor.
Never grieving pathos.
Being as the clean sword of...
righteousness.

Encompass the sibylline leaves.
The only truth starts in these ruins here.
An altered state of dianoia.

Auscultation of the inner grid of activity.
Proficient selfness won't cease.

-Egocentric Focus-

With that egocentric focus.
The unending whirl of reflexive contemplation.
As the symbol of nothingness, drawing an 8.
Etching the message. Affecting the fluctuations.
Corrupted silence. Indecisive way of thinking.

Deactualising the essentiality of the self
provides the most erroneous forms of axioms.
Ubiquity of the nefarious behaviors
with the insane agreement of the perverted divinity.

-To A Higher Quiddity-

Being tricked as a tool of anti-evolution.
A potent belief of being elysian.
Truthfulness is aura as manipulation belongs
to a higher quiddity.

-Capillarity-

Going right away through the meaningless
form of capillar structure tied to the fibers of used flesh.
It sinks into primordial synapses of the very essential
part of the inextricable cage of emotions.

Ripping away the barrier. Delivering so much power
that ridiculous inert matter can not even exist - be animated.
Do these misaligned cells deserve the
incandescent and necessary ray of life?
Realms of voltaic reactions bathe in the ultimate void.

Going right away through the meaningless form
of capillar structure tied to the fibers of used flesh.
It sinks into primordial synapses of
the very essential part of the inextricable cage of emotions.

An absence of life...

-Confused Waverforms-

And absence of sense...

All is false - Everything is illusion.
To incur a constant, yet linear spurious waves of feeling.
Abnegation is the only way so all dreams looks true.
Reality is impulsion. Never being as it unconsistanly shows.
Fainting it all - Reality of confused waveforms.

Predefined as an altered model of chaos.
Undefined as a stream of energy.
That ridiculous inert matter can not even exist - be animated.
Does these misaligned cells deserve the
incandescent and necessary ray of life?
Realms of voltaic reactions bathe in
the ultimate void and absence of sense.

-Delusions Of Grandeur-

Same patterns repeated.
A constant failure process.
The fables of fortune remain untold.
Delusions of grandeur is defeated
as nothingness takes control.

-Depression-

Crave for the indecision.
Awaiting the ultimate answer.
Restless in infinite tediousness.
Verity uprises from Nihilant.
Womb of all ill shaped self reflections.
Imaging wrongness.

-8-

Entity made of torn codes,
dripping sheds and forms of axioms.

Ever smouldered splendor.
Never grieving pathos.
Being harassed by pictorial lies.

(They fade back into thy own visions)]

-Awaken-

A dense,
dull quiver can be felt from far away
Morsels whirls all around, melting down
An aberration into the womb breaks the microcosm
Aurora of a new abstract and elaborated macrocosm
This irrepressible fever plucks on stimulations
A dim halo appears at the heart of this randomness

Its bracing radiation projects patterns all over
The splendor conveys me into a boiling torrent

Freed from the womb, an overwhelming
light surrounds everything
Expelled through this intense breach
A whole new set of perceptions gives warmth

The cosiness of gestation has come to an end
Genesis of a new cycle, the dawn of life
As this intimate alcove transforms into a peculiar place

A protective entourage builds up, fulfilling me with great motives
This thirst for the unkown goads me to leave my nymph
A will to fully value every portion of this vast realm

Precise shapes appears as the
bewilderneness of the elements is lessened
Merely displaying the underlying fabric of the environment
And I open my eyes to see a...

-Frost-

gray landscape
filled with pitch black clouds
All heat has gone sensing frost
Frost, surrounding everything, freezing it
Trapped into thy consciousness
A flawless void pours into the indefinite shell
Extinguishing the inner discomfort, drowning it

And wiping the haze out of these glass bulwarks
Emptiness of Everything magnifies thy sensitivity
As the pain slowly resorbs and lets the channels free
Motionless ashes structures the horizon
Mentally building an uneven grid
Polygonal nests modeling brightless patterns
The only visible waypoints giving a comprehension

An understanding of the depth of this non energy
The subconscious strings can be felt now
Controlling the actions as a puppet master

This manikin state avoids me to make mistakes
Every little stimulation reproduces an ersatz of freewill
Informations runs through these freshly born pits of senses
The revigorating effect buries the verity of the context
Now the assimilation (is done), host of an education.

-Hail-

Hail
Walls of rain washes out the innocence
The magnificent flood carves the letters down the flesh
Hierarchy slips into the felt strings - Alterating it all
Facing the preys as if they were real threats - Schism

Paranoid illusions leading to an higher step of evolution
A lull in the storm
Scattered clouds
At the break of the day
The allayer of fears
Dissipates the marks

Dries out the swamping lands
As water resorbs, ground can finally be seen
Very first sensation of an embodied existence
Fertility welcomes an higher comfort
An abode where experiences can melt.

-Exmersion-

[Instrumental]

-Buds-

A stream, a motion
Lifting matter through the bonds
Sentience of knowledge
Healing the scars of innocence
I rationally straighten the surroundings,

theorise the randomness
Scraping the surface,
infinite bandings are exposed

Hypnotised by the vertigiousness of things to come
I break the ropes of
whiteness out and burst into buds
Getting closer to a well-defined path
A chess-like game where all pieces are mine
Buds, sprouts

Boundless in cognition
Escalating the tower of Babel
The coiled design mesmerises me
Am I taking this for the promised land?
Bemused by this opportunity
The fragile balance is lost
Too soon to dive in, too late to scarper

I glimpse the agressive vastness
of this mental fluctuation
Essence is corrupted by vice emanating out of knowledge

And that unbeatable volition of
tasting to ultimate perfection collapses
Magnifying the shadow of failure toward the ramparts of sageness
Now is the moment where my reign begins.

-Awe-

Unleashed,
the components takes over everything with no consideration
The will to annihilate every element
of this abhorrent scene becomes ripening
A fierce ocean spills toward this already botched up kingdom
It is now my turn to draw strings

shackling this disgusting matrix
At the apex of the obelisk,
order can be determined beyond one's sight
Escaping the uncertainness of these realms

A ceremony to seat the presidency of a now frigid blossom
Desire spouts down the surface
Eroding this illusion of wellness

Once taking one's lump through hail
I am now casting it back, hampering it all
Evoking awe.

-Quittance-

A regretful instant breaks
This is not the road leading to fullness
This is not what I wanted to reach
This is not the place I belong to
This is not where I was supposed to land
This is not the aim of this routine

This is not why I did build this
This is not a conclusion
This is not who I was meant to be
Why this discrepancy
A cause lost into fraudulent behaviors
Depicting a strong weakness of the self
All integrity shattered in million pieces

Mislead into temptation
This is not a denial, this is the true face of resentment
I demand redemption for all my transgressions
Prepared to strip myself down to the gist
A deafening silence slants over this desert
The burn of these distresses is extinct
I feel now freed from that perturbed shallowness

Ready to take one last impulse and lift off
I am aloud in the escape
Allowed to leave this place.

-Limbo-

[Instrumental]

-Plenitude-

No longer connected to the ground
The ultimate ascension is triggered
No longer obstructed from my condition
Everything is revealed
Curves crossing and dead ends are all past

The vivid chunk is standing out in front of me
Still out of reach it irradiates my essence
Last breath before air turns into light
The dim contrast of the experience vanishes

Colorless patterns are filled with a permanent brightness
The convergence of every challenges and disillusions
Spurs me beyond the very state of grace
A measureless momentum where matter and mind
Collapses together to commute into Plenitude.

-Finale-

[Instrumental]

-Dew Upon Shapeless Bounds-

[Instrumental]

-Winds From Untold Memories-

[Instrumental]

-Promises Of Our Early Days-

[Instrumental]

-Alkaline Throat-

I know who you are
Adrenaline stricken thought
You call for this childish inertia
And I seem to crave for whatever light as up
Every gathering has become an occasion
I'll take your word for advice, who am I to judge?
Whatever it is as long as it takes as out of nowhere

Keep filling in this drive, lead as up to the outburst
I know who you are, sweet silk
Now get me where the lights become stars

Hunting ourselves down until we see
This tapestry of projected minds
Sweet demon this is going places
Hunting ourselves up until we glimpse
Our last breath and some more

We are going to get through
What nothing in this place
Could make us ready
Take a stand

I burn and you're ablaze
No longer the lucent glow we both rave
Then flesh melts and then trickles
My loathing echoes back at your laughter

-Brazen Tongue-

I have the feeling this
feedback is washing me off any identity
Loosening up the safety bolts screwed down my very self
Barricades falling one by one
No longer an actor, just a mere bystander straying

I have no doubt you breached my spirit
I loose the grasp of my string of thoughts

A cloud of shouts clashes through my ears
These wordings, so strange, incantations boiling out my fluids
All I can comprehend is my soul is softening
Beaten by the brazenness of their tongues
Gutted, ethereal and distilled, I'm their tiny delicacy

Pummeling my skull with a brutal infancy
I develop compassion for your condition
So devoided of any substance yet explicit
Is this the genesis of your doctrine?

These cumming spongers takes control
As I'm becoming nothing more than a blueprint

I loose the grasp of my string of thoughts

Why should I follow you if only for the high you're giving me
Let me cut short and call a spade a spade
This is preselitysm

Learn who you are, hysteria stricken mime
Run away from this place, my child

Your jaw can dance, would your tongue flee?

-Crystal Teeth-

Endurance no more,
I let myself cave in after the exhaustion of my race
Vanished, I let myself slide down this slippery slope

Stumbling back and forth between spit and breath
As I sense again the caress of your mold, its warm milk
Revelations happens where screams are forged

I'm remembering the seed I was, growing up in there
Every second, every moment is now staring at my face

I have to find my way in these crystal teeth

So brittle yet so sharp, reflecting a million selves
Is all of them looking us down
Pick apart but what have you done?

Too proud to give a fuck, too weak to take a step
There's no answer to find through your idleness
We need to consider the journey
Think over the actions and appreciate their direction

-Groomed And Resting-

[Instrumental]

-Incube-

Hiss then a cluster of tones
slurring through haze, luring me to go forth
To bring them back to the place where they belong
Close to the eight sisters in a dire need of their messenger
I can hear the reveling scent one can only tail

I open my eyes to the rippling skies, overtaking

As you strive to fix your faults,
a deaf menace pours black water down my ears
Enjoy your blood thick as lead
Your fingers better dead than numb
Surrender to the pressure filling out your lungs

Let me get to the end of this road with you
Up until their concerns dissipates
Then I'll let yourself be the judge
As bitterness becomes our distant ghost
Exhale and let go

Sprayed out through this dense stream made of pearls
I'm gazing around, becoming familiar with its dance

A wry vow inking its way
Over pelt and skin, this iodine swell

The tune, stronger as I come closer
Emerges me, leaving me with a cryptical sheet

You promise me some rest
Nothing close to this mess

-Succube-

To yield to the comfort
of your gravelly voices.
I'll cure them. Deep down you knew I made mind.

I'll convince myself ever the idea it's just a game,
no one gets bruised.
Let's keep it playful and stay blindfolded.
In all fairness, for you, I never meant to rely open my eyes.
Your whispering breath could have been enough
of a trail if only my ears still weren't sealed.
Guide me. Oh your scent!

I can finally feel their gentle caresses over my face

Sitting on your tail, you give me such a battering high.
Within your reach nothing affects me besides deceit.
Untouchable while at the lowest, abusing weakness of mind.

Overwrite the archetype.
Absolute yet guilty.
This is self-treason.

Let the gates ajar and find yourself defaced.
There's no way back, nothing to emend.
You already fed over all I have.
Never satiated and digging even deeper, so thirsty.
I'm a dry fruit now, what more do you want from me?

-Funambule-

A jarring noise tears apart the ocean,
cold steam running down my spine
Carry me where these currents lead
Since my input has no weight, don't ask for my views
And realize you both pull leashes over a single harness

I gather my spirits, echoes of a vivid
dream keep me in a state of disarray
As the vessel goes adrift I realize the
sisters are leading me deeper down the rabbit hole

Suspend me here, in mid-water
Make me glimpse how it feels to be so hesitant
Such a rope-walker when it comes to showing your emotions
Your mask is slipping

How can I keep the balance without having to hold on to you
What would it take for you to not wanna , just for once, bait me
and suck me down the bottomless pit of yours
I won't be used
Don't expect me to embrace your intentions
Lay your eyes on me, I'm purposeless...

-Greeted And Dining-

[Instrumental]

-The Bait-

Void then a swarm of
shades going down my face
Leaving salt over my chest
I'm facing an empire on the verge of falling apart
Here lies that scent nobody should ever tail

Vicious flavour

Where water and air no longer keep their distance
Creatures become the last remnants of a new swaying skyline

You brought me here to witness the scale of his wrongdoings
Is it a wish for mending or just another of your funny games?
You made me an inebriste spirit in a torn vessel
How much longer will you play me?

This is my parade for a prostrated court
Their complaint, a lost choir made squalls
Carried with diligence to the eight sisters
Cloak as sheet, savior made savor

All this racket, yet you're just cooking the man

I feel their sharp scales
Through the wounds
Embracing bodies in a ruby-red water

-Our Embrace-

You processed me to bile,
vulgar and featureless
Only to harmonize and grow one again

I float among aeons of snared victims ever
Drowning in this emotional cacophony
Thousands of preys no different than me

Smile open the communion of your breathless legion
The pantry yen carelessly depleted has a new piece
Reach for the providence and gorge as my game becomes yours

Expressing this grim dance she moves to the rhythm of tides

This is your reward for a sickening scheme
Celebrate as I carry the weight of my decisions
And let it all consume until I can't judge anymore

A new world is emerging from the abyss
She's glancing through the pearls

As a growing circle made out of pitch black utents
Will rise from the depth at any
cost with no concern for the meat

Wipe this mouth on your sheet
'Cause the dinner's ending soon
Keep it as a token and make it
Rise and shine while we are retching
What's left of it was there for a reason
In the end it all was your ordeal
The muse to your own extinction

-Your Scent-

You threw all
of us down this boiling kettle
Oarsmen and hangmen alike together
Tender meat for your loathsome meal
Trading thousands of promises for their grief-stricken brides
Their tears your salt, their solitude your spices
Nobody ventured this far to put up with your illusion
And offer body and soul as a reward

We're not thankful, I'm not forgiving
This big lie you've sold to the broken ones
Fulfilling nothing but a cardinal instinct

Swirling tails and edentate smiles
The backdrop of your demise
When you let the mermaid's curtain
Wrap your thoughts and bow to its reign

This is our lament to the unchosen hosts
Their supper, our last breath made chants
Torn out with a stern vigor by your very own scarlet mouths
Love made lust for grinding teeth
sliding down the scales of your defeat

Your need to fill the vacuity of your existence
Matches my call for a moment of validation
Our sour contentment