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Children of Delirium
03:39
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Fractured and feeble with fright, A weakened will avails no mind
Only serving to stir fearful delusion
As man becomes beast and defies reason
Discord - sown, through intention or confusion, a spore takes its root
Delirium infesting, worming and gnawing when the will is weak
Dissension eroding, walls of mind razed by perils of matter
Derangement ensuing, synapse burst frenzy a violent reaction
Self sabotaging
Self preservation
In the name of
Purification
Soul devouring
Sanity consuming
Vengeful retaliation
Vindictive Decimation
Thoughts of paranoia erupt with no feelings of doubt
As panic induced euphoria - clots the mind
We have no honour, when survival is at stake
No sanctity of intention, when trust in your fellow man is erodedh
It is true horror, that we - are so fallible and weak
Amygdala, the daemon within the shell
Child of the limbic doctrine, swallow this bitter pill
We will never be anything more
Despite our intentions we will always be pawns
To the machinations of our evolutionary nature
At the limits of our biology, we falter and crumble
True horror is man
Seen in the vast shadows cast
By the violent fires burning within
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2. |
The Vengeful March
03:33
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veins pulse to the rhythm of war, coils of wrath twist beneath the skin
Compelled into motion, dissidence manifests in kinetic form
Existential aggravation incites percussive reaction
Its not a choice, when survival demands action
A necessary sacrifice
Peace traded with blunted blows
What cost is too high?
When inaction leads to injustice and oppression?
Stoking the fires of conflict
Banners raised high
The intoxication of defiance
Stirring inside
But what consequence comes when we are driven by rage?
Obfuscation, contamination; of the purity of intention?
Marching down the path of no return, to welcome ruin
A calculated risk against the reward of retribution
The call for rising fists to meet faces of oppressors
What is an acceptable measure of violence
to counter a reign of terror
In an hour of need
There is no denying - our nature that compels us
So wield it in defiance
In the swelling fires of conflict (Conflict)
Sparks fly between the clashing of barbed fists
Blood soaked knuckles as bone breaches flesh (Breaches Flesh)
Bruised egos weep for the glory of vengeance
In the fever of hate
The vengeful voices cry out
"The cowards must be hanged"
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3. |
Zero Sum
01:17
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We worship a crumbling edifice
In the golden age of excess
Try as we might to curb our consumption
We are allured by the next revolution
Commodities and consumption, tired tropes of revelation
You've heard this same speech again and again
Digesting
Innovative
Resplendent
Replacements
Media saturation of our failing nations
Clichés Spat from the podium of idealism
Another cynic spouting truisms
The inevitable conclusion of our unchecked consumerism
is our complete and total entanglement
on conditional systems of security
ensuring our dependence to a failing structure of support
Generation by generation
Resources will diminish
inflation suffocates us
We all drown in the rising costs
Zero fucking sum
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4. |
Communion of Thorns
03:28
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Kneel on mangled knees at the feet of zealous sadists
Ruptured
Flesh splits open spilling the crimson waste trembling,
Still your cowering, this is self appointed penance
Beset by scourging lashes from all angles the whips shall fall
Whimpering wreck, prostrate and take these blows
Smashed down and beaten, atonement in submission
Precise and merciless, flagellation scourge this soul
Desperate to vindicate, to redeem
Every strike leaves mounting scars and bloody gashes
“Anoint me in these righteous bruises
These scars of absolution”
Each slash hardens and callouses
Every stinging wound crusts like a shell
Bit by bit, flesh turns to iron
Rigid in a permanent state of dejection
"You are deserving of every vile act of hatred"
Tormenting thoughts
Parasitically feed on remorse
Engorged on the flagellates crimson spilling's
Teeth bury deeper with each manic thrashing
"You are a worthless cretin, not a man but a beast"
Unable to break these cycles of guilt
The defeatist desperately cries
“This is all we are
And all we'll ever be
Its all you'll ever be”
It's not that things cannot change, it's just never in a significant way
This is a fatalistic prophecy
A defeatists pervasive ideology
Yearn to define yourself as something more
Than a slave to your impulses
A creature capable of reform
“This is all we are
And all we'll ever be
Its all youll ever be”
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5. |
Apostate Sermon
03:25
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Delere Opus dei
My brethren I sing a song of joyful wrath
A sermon of vitriol and gleeful rejection
This is a ceremony of righteous cleansing
Celebrate and eliminate
Your weakness and regression
Loosened from the thorny noose
Fall free and feel the stinging winds
Scour your newborn skin
Salt upon sinew, and bile upon sin
When faced with an epoch of nothingness
One loses themselves to despair
All hope is abandoned
In the presence of an empty infinity
Open your eyes
Know the lonely expanse of nothingness
Embrace the bitterness of this existence
My shell has been moulded
By the calloused hands of fate
No deity, no god
Created me in his image
Non est Opus dei
Yearning for meaning in unequalled measure
This ache sewn into the fabric of our desires
The weight of choice, the mortal chains
A existence defined through pain
And all that will be contrived
Is a product of a will to survive
A sack of skin made for with no intrinsic purpose
A writhing wretch flailing about beneath the empty sky
Gnawed by thoughts of worthlessness and feelings of despair
Shed your rotted chrysalis, emerge in a spiteful victory
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