[Music - Gordon 10/1992] [Lyrics - Greg 7/1991]
I look back at nothing, Questioning my singulation for pain. The torment, the tears that flowed. Living my death every day. Seeing my death and fantasising
Bereft promises made unto me, I always remember watching them fade. Upon winds of blackened torment, The promises' I couldn't see. For they are just
My destitute life I owe to no one. I reside alone in the darkness, Staring out from the blackened walls of my mind. Tormented through knowledge,unshackled
Concepts, communication. Balance, domination. Unseen, yet practicable. Where is your answer? Where is your question? Based on truth or lies? Why
Society and religion teach us to love one another, To follow the frameworks, That filled their empty lives - empty minds. The pressure I feel, Is
I cry and my eyes spill blood onto the floor. Acheron flows in silence, And the noise intensifies my pain. No will to speak. Not even enough hope
This air of silence, Breathes through the sullen mist. Transparent winds, Ease these age-old wounds. As stale thoughts disappear, Through Morpheus pathways
Incessent Drone Of Misery Pyrrhonism Grows Into My Veins Like A Parasite Feeding Upon My Gain In The Wake Of Elucidation Thoughts Are Manifested
Sullen, I loom forth into the microcosm, Exuberant voices abound. I hear their scrapings of life, Falling, into infinity. Knowledge is understanding
Passing through matter, I tear onwards. Bitterness empowers my will, Darkness permeates the living tissues of my flesh, As I surround..... Chaos
I see them coming at me all the time, Lashing out, killing me over and over again. And I laugh for I enjoy all the deaths that I receive, The pain
Whispers of insanity bombard my rationale. Aeons passed since I last did feel, The joy of my tears, Streaming,in dissipation of sorrow. The insidious
I have not seen myself for ages. This empty shell cares no longer for life. Slowly replacing the flesh with steel, So that I may carry on... Unfettered
Disgust for the standards set by you, Disgust for your aims of mass control. Freedom is your silencing mechanism, Fortunately for you people are too
I Ponder Eternity Longing For The Keys Of Time To Wrap Me In Their Infinite Knowledge The Incongruous Symphony Crashes Through The Waves Of My Thoughts
[Instrumetal]
to heal yourself Flesh bodies mute and blinded roaming uncertain, lost infected misinformed Releasing a black enormous insect out from the chest archaic form disease Esoteric