1. |
Praefatio
01:30
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2. |
The Liminal Carapace
03:16
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An embracive cry,
so desperate to dissect, adjust, align
A cyclical torment of the unknown - consider this paradox
Does a concept hold truth without discernible intent?
Is self-evident rhetoric enough to cross a notional interstice?
Ab uno disce omnes?
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3. |
Ripped from the Bog
02:36
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Hear its voice! Leaning down it whispers furtively
through the dream, dragging me from a languid pit
to split and spill across the floor
Speak to me! By words I deliquesce - hold nothing back!
I feel you there, in peripheral aberrative movement
just beyond the frame
What have you revealed in this, my darkest time of need?
Do my eyes defy me - have I become the crumbling visage of
the man I was intended to be?
Swaddled in a doomed garment, my cloak of flesh!
Release me, that I may free them all
Break through armor of belief,
spill blood in whatever name you have
I am indebted, now allow me to be purposeful
Overtake my broken silence, how the fragments shine
as they reflect a claret sun setting on
my pride,
my want,
my ignorance
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4. |
Stench of Indemnity
02:50
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The Mother Prescient has seen this before
and hears more since, but the fact is that
fate is born from coin -
there’s no guarantee of truth
without compensation
Ingots
choking, swallow the precious
metals with stones
Demanding different outcome
after outcome
once again -
how much denial can one yet endure?
As fury breaks the silence -
No,
The Mother Prescient is not obliged to explain;
the process of healing is
yours
Shut your fucking mouth, not another word
will cross this threshold without swift response
Draw the curtains and depart –
dependence is all the same
They plead alike while dragged away
Never was correct before,
no need to be right again
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5. |
Lagos
02:40
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Comforting, divisive rhetoric orchestrating
a delusion, migration instructed to loyalists
Insulated cells decoding messages contained in
the three words heard by all, interpreting the signs
Liminal transmission recenters their focus,
contains hidden knowledge or bias - either or, matters not -
presupposed conspiracies now align
Analyze vagaries
Compromised design intended to mislead
Committed above all - connections made
codependently,
taken to the source
The codex ascribes a deeper meaning to this -
ones, sevens, and nines reveal a hidden abyss
Falling down,
falling down
Swiftly degrading, an unrecognizable shill finds a home in
the cyclical grift full of promises, clarity, tribalist fear
Claiming the weak with relentless recruitment,
the I-did-this-you-did-this brand of illusion
breaking the hearth and the home in a daze
2 0 8 5 - 6, a premature beast - 1 6 1 8 5
3 9 1 5 2 1 1 9: all patterns lead right to its heart
7, reduced; 4 2 1 1 9 2 0 garners 1
Its final arrival, revealed
Now follow it
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6. |
Ein
04:59
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As we deliver ourselves unto you,
unto the void and the grand emptiness
In hand, absorbed by onyx
A place of light defied
lacking masters or gods:
the true absolution,
equal in nothingness
Rescinding every word we’ve said,
distanced from names, the lives we led,
The Caller guides our pilgrimage in stead
Journeys in the abyss,
equal in nothingness
We hollow creatures
that borrow time from the Perishing Fields,
nourishing soil where we fall
Purged like vermin, the Usourien
Prognosticated,
our dissolution has been foretold
Break us
Break us
Break us upon the wheels
that spin toward oblivion
Ushering in our rightful end,
a pact fulfilled by sacrifice
Reset
Reset
Reset
Crushed into the earth and sown as seeds to sprout anew,
see what our efforts have made manifest – cut a swath through
the detritus of stunted growth with
a culling scythe
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7. |
Writhe
00:52
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There’s an end to this condition, an energetic approach to new heights of worthless
Committed to a resolution of sybaritic climax, simultaneous, at any cost
See static in the final moment as it’s preserved in my molten skin,
I’ll never have to finish the ride if it doesn’t stop –
stop
We’ve made a home of our doom,
writhing slugs burrowed in a block of salt
Legacy marked by our trails left behind
Glistening
Empty
Satisfied
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8. |
Supplicant
02:54
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Seething bluster, it moves him forward as his
weathered bones scream out
Pivot!
Pivot!
A call to action, no patience to heed
So close to it, fuck –
take everything I have,
I am nothing
Use me up
Fill me
I’m purpose-ready –
lean in, commit
Fuck it, take my name away
There he goes again!
Frustrated and determined –
one more time
one more time
Vessel, template –
my life in your hands
Bring to me impetus,
drag me through
transcendence
Hands tremble for meaning, they thirst for art –
what I may
spread, what I may
praise, what I may
be
Climactic deconstruction
Framed in the moment beneath blinding stars,
perfect in its placement,
I have come
to hear my calling,
to this message
I am led
Skin awash, a numb baptism
offers me tasteful exit - tighten the grip around my
neck
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9. |
Reverie
02:51
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10. |
Cower
01:39
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Whatever happens
from this point on
I need you to be quiet
keep your ears covered
breathe slowly
everything is fine
Follow my instructions, it’s imperative –
Don’t look,
don’t look,
don’t
look, don’t
look,
don’t,
don’t
Focus now on the flower with
wilted petals hanging limply, delicate with
softened, stained plum edges – so
now, how does it feel in your palm?
Don’t raise your head
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11. |
A Vessel Emerges
03:22
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Newly exhumed, imbibing the deeply indigo sky that
looms with menace and malice,
crowned by an unknown binding adorned with
an orbiting jewel lit pale, the first step in a thousand lifetimes
directed toward a woodland shimmer
Verve and decadence enveloping this city of
frozen hope,
gilded smoke
warms the lungs and makes them exquisite
The clamor, once a murmur, fills the space beyond an ancient
portcullis
with movement and
objectives - and a limited scope
The body is weak and smolders, like the blistering shoals, trudging
into the fen – the fen where
the thicket is thick and the gnarls grow quicker than
dread gripping one’s resolve straight at the balls
Luminous layers brilliantly carved
In a clearing, a temple cleft
A silvered penance bowl of swirling jasper and mercury, this drink
made for a king with the shortest of reigns
The stone humanoid figure quaffs the amalgam summarily and
speaks in the tongue of a
confidant,
lover,
a hero,
of forbidden knowledge invaluable
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12. |
Not Afraid
02:45
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I don’t give a shit; I’ve heard it all enough
Don’t know, no answers, out of luck
We’ve wasted so much precious time
Locked inside going out of our minds
I feel a pressure building
Beating in my sides, right behind my eyes
and now my vision’s spinning –
hyperventilating on the floor
No room for a pity party now!
Too much to do to cover so much ground
Ignore the throb, ignore the pain, ignore
the ringing sound – let it ride!
It’s time to move, push through or die!
We won’t be silent, break down the door
Invested in a movement never seen before
Crumble in the stairwell
Tightness in the chest, cannot catch my breath
I’ve broken something, somewhere,
copper saliva dribbles down my chin
I don’t know where I am
Is it done?
Did we win?
Am I dead?
Help me up, I need to see this to its end
The sun, it flickers
As distant as the feeling in my hands
An unbearable heaving,
each breath slower than the last
A soaked black panic grips me –
warmth recedes
We did what we were told,
this was my contribution
Remember my name, tell them I did something
meaningful
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13. |
Pitchtongue Vesper
02:15
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As the last drop of nectar is wrung from the lamb,
may our father accept this gift
in exchange for safe passage – here and forever
The shield of our journey, bearer of crashing waves,
who feasts on the sins of our congregation
with clean flesh, clear throat, open eyes,
weightless and pure, no longer isolated
Soak the cracks in our floorboards and
shepherd the return of blood to this shameful earth
Within the walls of fading light,
(Extol, we believers,)
may these hymns honor our tithing,
(the message that is preach-e-d from our teacher:)
buoyant by our lilt, voices secure - they carry us home,
(no blasphemer will carry us home)
carry us home, carry us home
(carry us home, carry us home)
Ah! The gild of your invitation;
it resonates through the marrow in our bones,
it innervates our faith – feel its pull, watch it move
wing, fin, and foot toward resolution
Resolute, resolve, dissolve,
discover the broken, scattered on the shoreline of paradise –
sands for us, at last, to inherit as truth
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14. |
Catalyst Sequence
04:50
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Run the simulation again
Ensure a maximized emotional appeal to
another day, another failure moving into night
Liquidate it again until we get it right –
get to work, you fucks!
See them salivate at the thought of a breakthrough
Drip fed and left wanting the smallest taste of truth, tongues extended –
as expected, they
lap it up,
thirst for every syllable
How close we are now,
yet it remains not enough,
not enough
Start it over, refine the process
Wresting the control of discussion
Weaponizing faith and
emotional zealotry,
completely
Fractured enough to convert those unaligned
Repetition for ignition
A cultivated consternation
Promise nothing but the worst of it
Force them through anguish and body aches
analogous,
marvelous - broken down,
so unrecognizable
Desperation, a marvelous catalyst
Desperation, a marvelous catalyst
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15. |
The Sputtering Torch
04:31
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All to ourselves in this empty room
The moments of peace in our
fortitude, taken away
Eyes firmly shut as I hold your hands
So much stolen from us in our dreams,
the most precious of commodities
dried up like tears donated to grief
Months of our lives in captivity
Sun-flickered dust in the drapery
Warming your sheets
Hints of a future with all resolved
A joke, it spoke, to lighten the air
before diagnosing our despair
Softly repeating the words that churn
Endlessly distant, I only yearn
to understand
In a rented bed, we disintegrate
Damning the days that escaped from us
My heart, it breaks at what is to come
Lucidity, our paradise lost
My hope is lost
All hope is lost
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