1. Descending The Mind's Abyss

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2. An Eerie Aspect Of Us... Drowning

It's staring at you with an expression far from natural
But could you expect something less than a sick sense of irony?

Breathe the years where only art could be abstract
Shred the fears to slit the ocean filled with sores
It was that time of June when suddenly screamed the velvet waters

Words of grace were swimming in a lake of hate
Play not vain and hold on to a life deranged
Oh sweet sickness in me explain my tragedy, prevent my madness

I'll share with you my dead sentimental bodies
An eerie aspect of us... drowning

I could wish for a brighter sun,
but that would be the curse to my reprisal

It always feels like a deathly song
without stars, without chances to regret
It always sings like a silent crow
The blackest wings to embrace our trivial lives

Breathe the years where only art could be abstract
Shred the fears to slit the ocean filled with sores
It was that time of June when suddenly screamed the velvet waters

I'll share with you my dead sentimental bodies
An eerie aspect of us... drowning

I could wish for a brighter sun,
but that would be the curse to my reprisal

3. This Cold Funeral

As I watch the darkest pages of what seems
to be the so-called diary of my mind's reflections
the only relief is I'm turning breathless
to walk by the seashore of self-rejection

This cold funeral – Revel inside
My cold funeral – Vanishing light

Sudden loss of something I never owned
but still consider it as one of my personal belongings
Obliged to welcome the strange guest I've always disliked
in this feast of illusions

This cold funeral – Revel inside
My cold funeral – Vanishing light
Conceive the ending
Conceive the potential of nothingness

Everything's said and everything's wasted
It's like a virus, can you feel this?
Everything's been incinerated
It's something absent, you can't kill this
Everything tastes like desparate dreaming
You're left outside a frame that's bleeding
Everything's more than anything counted
You're shallow inside to conceive it

Finally I understand the poem which seemed to me weird

Everything's said and wasted and everything's wasted
It's like a virus, can you feel this?
Everything's been incinerated
It's something absent, you can't kill this

It's like a virus, it's something abscent
You're shallow inside to conceive it

4. The Perfect Disease

Is this all you ever dreams? A wicked swan?
Is this all you ever asked? A perfect disease?

So you compromise to the jester's demands
As the wise man predicted the places invert
Retrieve the essence with the grace of a lunatic
It's terrifying even for the oldest tree

Is this all you ever raped? Beside your own life?
Is this all you ever wanted to heal?

So you compromise to the jester's demands
As the wise man predicted the places invert
Retrieve the essence with the grace of a lunatic
It's terrifying even for the oldest tree

You fool! You miserable fool!
Look at you! You're made of hatred!

How did it cross your mind that
someone would care about this virus?
How did it cross your mind that
someone would greed such emptiness?

So you compromise to the jester's demands
As the wise man predicted the places invert
Retrieve the essence with the grace of a lunatic
It's terrifying even for the oldest tree

5. Imprisoned In Apocalypse

Do you have the courage? The courage to ask the unborn
if they ever want to enter the devilish hell disguised as this world
And with nauseating demons surround each other
and simply refered as 'humans'

Restrain the outbreak of these thoughts
This game is fake therefore has failed

To confront eternity in ecstatic solitude
helpless and weak where you only can
create a god, hate the god, erase the god
and drown deep into oblivion

Restrain the outbreak of these thoughts
This game is fake therefore has failed

Pray for the day earthly eyes will collapse

The saviours will bleed one thousand deaths
and the wolves will be cheated by lambs
The random observers searching for signs
will demolish the statues of faith

Pray for the day earthly eyes will collapse

The saviours will bleed one thousand deaths
and the wolves will be cheated by lambs
The random observers searching for signs
will demolish the statues of faith

6. Forsake My Bleeding

Observe anything that's real and watch them bleeding
A delicate request only to make me safe
What a shivering attempt! I'll try again if it kills me
Is this everything supposed to be what really is?

Just another loss, just another fade
To match the pieces and complete my grave
Just another drop, just another break
To mix the senses and deceive their pain

Forsake my thoughts, forsake my life, forsake my eternal bleeding
Once I believed there was time exposed in maelstrom
Forsake my thoughts, forsake my life, forsake my eternal bleeding
Once I conceived the prevention of this dead zone

Just another loss, just another fade
To match the pieces and complete my grave
Just another drop, just another break
To mix the senses and deceive their pain

Observe anything that's real and watch them bleeding
A delicate request only to make me safe
What a shivering attempt! I'll try again if it kills me
Is this everything supposed to be what really is?

Forsake my thoughts, forsake my life, forsake my eternal bleeding
Once I believed there was time exposed in maelstrom
Forsake my thoughts, forsake my life, forsake my eternal bleeding
Once I conceived the prevention of this dead zone

7. Dark One Surreality

Dusted sickness to unlock the box of deranged
minds, that died in their own wrong reflections
Abyssal senses rotate within their minds
Decomposing skin-walls surround the vast embrace
of delicate misthoughts entering the crypts
where nauseating creatures reveal the sight of death

Dark one surreality – Transmit serenity
Cursed to return and heal this rotted vacancy
Dark one surreality – Diseased complicity
Cursed to return and feel the streaming energy

As I behold the cosmic graveyard filled with hate and decay
from all the sickened souls that haunt the dead,
I watch the spiral suns turning black and grim
to set the universe under surveillance

8. Virus Detected

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9. Filming Our Graves

Another dead, who's dead? I guess I never know,
into the maze of this neurotic biochemical device

Drowning in the midst of creativity – Excess of hate
A disguise to impress all the distracted – Six failed attempts
Decimal transfer of schematic hologrammes to prevent contempt
Grey scenes to display which memories crept

Graves – For each process that ended in monstrosities
Graves – To drain this waste for the subconscious to relish
Explore this wasteland to release the joy of those tragedies
Explore this swamp to regain obscure emotions

Subjective memories of loss buried
in the cryptic chasm of all the pictures
rotting in this flooded chamber,
fabulous in its dramatic dismay

Keep rotting in this flooded chamber,
fabulous in its dramatic dismay

Graves – For each process that ended in monstrosities
Graves – To drain this waste for the subconscious to relish
Explore this wasteland to release the joy of those tragedies
Explore this swamp to regain obscure emotions

10. Embrace The Abstract

Alter the ways of transfering to distant planets
The cosmic crypt is opened and noone can pass it
to taste the burning future or the frozen past
A million years until this dark passage opens up again
When time used to exist and darkness was enlightened,
the fragments of suffering were vanished
through nether grounds, inside the future cones

Gain access to enter the convex corridors,
to life you to the districts of infinite density
Filled with dread I am ascending these weird
space-time adaptors across the dark matter,
to the sphere of the unexplained

The black points create and multiply
the unrevealed level of light-speed,
causing overall defragmentation
and diagrams of time emerge as none
And then the wormhole is cut off
I reach the side, the side of no return
The view of this psychic place,
becomes my way from nowhere to somewhere

A crystal sight of this bottomless abyss,
a sensation that's turning to real
is the convincing fact that I'm physically dead
within the abstract and the undefined
The need to proceed with the mental devoutness,
is the most intensive reason to fade
My intellect is not evolved,
the conversion has been achieved

11. All Perceived Nothing

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12. When Landscapes Bled Backwards

...so, nothing exists. Dead silence spread the cold funeral for
the landscapes that bled backwards, to end this dreadful syndrome of indefinition.
In rooms with invisible walls I crawled and realized different
views show us things in different ways. When you look nothing from any view, you still look nothing.
Then hours of fear were singing with cries, sick melodies
synchronized to write the script of our demise. Fade in the drops
of a rain mournful and damned.