1. A Gift For The Obsessed

There lies a flickering beacon
In a storm of vacuous life
Fortune cast into the fathomless labyrinth of discord

There is an ardent lust
Madness made in pitch black
Unbridled satisfaction perpetual, sleepless nights intact

What do you see
In your moment of madness
Complete euphoric lunacy
Content in chaos
A gift for the obsessed...

...Thirst obliterated in my barren throat
The once sterile seeds
Yield the radiant harvest of
Renewed hope

There is an ardent lust
Madness made in pitch black
This image of delirium
Heartless, loathing eyes reflect

What do you see
In your moment of madness
Complete euphoric lunacy
Content in chaos
A gift for the obsessed

At any ceaseless point
Time becomes finite
In it's fateful habitat
Death becomes life

There is an ardent lust
Madness made in pitch black
Unbridled satisfaction,
Perpetual, sleepless nights intact

What do you see
In your moment of madness
Complete euphoric lunacy
Content in chaos
A gift for the obsessed

2. Misery Trophies

Moaning from the bile
Comes a creature of pure contempt
An author born of fictional rot
Only known in non-joyous lament

These are your misery trophies

Unbound – the hellion lexicon
With words that drown
A termited soul that is bore
Sunken into bitterness
Disrupt conduction
Symphonic within the painstake
The magnum opus
Pitch perfect in it's own praise

They – the yokes of death
They hang from lives of
Unattainable bliss
Seen through bloodshot eyes
Authors of atrophy
Trophy scribes of misery
Erase your ills
Burn your books and break your quills
Erase your ills
Now burn your books and break your...

...Corrupted inkwells
That pen the pages of piss soaked priority
Soul-sadistic symposium
Consummating deformity
Plotting defamation
Through the pathology of your syntax
A cowering inferno
Complete compassion collapse

They – the yokes of death
They hang from lives of unattainable bliss
Seen through bloodshot eyes
Authors of atrophy
Trophy scribes of misery
Erase your ills
Burn your books and break your quills

Unhinge your being
Turn your back and take your leave

Non-joyous obsession
Non-joyous in non-fiction

The yokes of death
Carrying life in unattainable bliss

Authors of atrophy
Trophy scribes of misery
Erase your ills
Burn your books and break your quills

Replace your being
Turn your back and take your leave

3. The Forging

All along these spiraling lines
We tread on narrow paths unpaved
Worn through a world of wounds
Severing souls in desperate search

Passed these well known walls
We all long to satiate
While dissipating bonds will break
Inspired minds transcend the void

Beyond our resignation
We reclaim the flame
Together in eternal return
We re-incinerate
Erupt the heavens ablaze

The forging
A spark within the pale
The forging
A thundering hammer to nail
The forging
Awaken your binding fate
Now prepare for the forging
Combine your lives and create

Housed in the glow of impended muse
Where the corners always connect
Totality attaining final form
Flawless & imperfect

Within this recognition
We reclaim the flame
Together in eternal return
We re-incinerate and burn
Erupt the heavens ablaze

Now. Prepare...

From the forced I Refrain
Within the unorthodox I Remain
Amidst dark days now sustained

Within the mending tombs of
Unflagging putrid lore
I find a welcoming dissonance
In this cavernous roar

The forging
A spark within the pale
The forging
A thundering hammer to nail
The forging
Awaken your binding fate
now prepare for the forging

Reclaim the flame
Erupt the heavens ablaze

Combine/Create

4. Thought & Memory

I am held high by the wings of ascension
Where my desires remain unplagued
by the abysmal embodiment
Of your penitent crusade

Within a debased existence
The ravenous still exists
For a ceaseless feast in lucid life
Reflected in the mental
Reverence

I must separate
What I think from what I know

To the warmth of mind
A dynamic in desperate need
Rooted rings of balance
Come to me
To the warmth of mind
Renewed in vibrancy
Illuminate this negative space
My thought and memory

I abnegate to tread undone
To the gallows of half lived lives
Mentalities in non-expanse
No longer sacrificed

In the luminance of recollection
I must separate what I see
From what I know

To the warmth of mind
A dynamic in desperate need
Rooted rings of balance
Come to me
To the warmth of mind
Renewed in vibrancy
Illuminate this negative space
My thought and memory

Your boundless breadths of fortune
Vain in desolate hues
Scabbed to these obscuring walls
I pity you in your solitude

To the warmth of mind
A dynamic in desperate need
Rooted rings of balance
Come to me
To the warmth of mind
Renewed in vibrancy
Illuminate this negative space
My thought and memory

Rooted rings
Come to me
These obsidian wings
Come to me
Thought & Memory

5. Celestial Hysteria

I come to life
Imprisoned in an astral sea
Thrust into a panoramic
That blackens endlessly

The frozen gaze of seamless space fills my eyes
As the strands of serenity snap
My thinning mental, horrified

Lost in Celestial hysteria

Gripped by the drift of lifeless steel & glass
Spin into the gaping mouth of infinite lonliness

So I plunge encapsulated
Swallowed by the yawning void
Remains of life masticated
Sanity Devoured
Every drop of patience evaporated
Now my mind is freed from the fibers of life

Absorbed by the abyss
Doomed to dementia
In solitude I am left adrift
Celestial hysteria

Lost in Celestial hysteria

The time unknown burns within my lungs
While seconds flicker into minutes
And days enslave into months

Still I plunge encapsulated
Swallowed by the yawning void
Remains of life masticated
Sanity devoured alive
Every drop of patience
Evaporated & Destroyed
Mow my mind is freed from
The function of life

Absorbed by the abyss
Doomed to dementia
In solitude I am left adrift
Death cannot come quick enough

Absorbed by the abyss
Doomed to dementia
In solitude I am left adrift
Celestial hysteria

Years beyond all relative time
Within this wall-less catacomb
Reality implodes my mind
From all humanity i am widowed

Absorbed by the abyss
Doomed to dementia
In solitude I am left adrift
Forever lost in Celestial hysteria

6. Septic Testament

I've seen the rotten masquerade
I've heard the thin veiled vows
I've watched you snap like a filament

In the presence of true resolve
These spells of porous conviction
They forever seem to seep
From the weeping eyes and the tainted trust
Of seasoned liars & lifelong thieves

Lapse into monologue
In the presense of your setting son
With wingless shoulders growing cold
There's no grace left to fall from

So deviate into another comatose shade plastered
To another portrait of useless human waste

Lapse into monologue
In the presense of your setting son
With wingless shoulders growing cold
There's no grace left to fall from

Beneath me
Coursing through my flesh
I can feel you
Like razors in my veins
Beneath me
Coursing through my flesh
I can hear it still, In my own voice
You – my cursed architect

So here I wash away
Spawn of your septic testament
Un-sired
Spawn of your septic testament

In the sanctum of sickness
Like father, unlike son
Now revel in these necrotic cures
Then shatter to your knees
Groveling at narcotic altars
Where wretched worms always feast

Beneath me
Coursing through my flesh
I can feel you
Like razors in my veins
Beneath me
Coursing through my flesh
I can hear it still, In my own voice
You – my cursed architect

7. The Alpha Illusion

Silent skies explode
For the reavers of hallowed faith
Now watch their bitter convictions twist
As you walk into the waking flame

Incinerate yourself
In unindoctrination of the soul

Slumbering chains are corroding away
Like a nightmare in sudden disrupt
Gone from an ill-righteous plague
Of a codex penned in impotent blood

The divine intrusion
Messiah contaminate
Virtues collapse while their
Convictions abnegate

The divine intrusion
Cross contaminants
The alpha illusion
Omegas extinct

For thine life everlasting
No kingdoms come
Buried in Psalms of dirt
Wasted remnants rot forgotten

The divine intrusion
Messiah contaminate
Virtues collapse while their
Convictions abnegate

The divine intrusion
Cross contaminants
The alpha illusion
Omegas extinct

Incinerate yourself

8. Fear Of Existence

We are all summoned to the summits of woe
Identities disembodied on serrated slopes
Ascend and abstain these monuments of finite life

Dark paths reach out and then divide
While crippled refusals increase in size
Ill-knotted and tied to pain
Beyond your peace of mind
(Your peace of mind)

You were born to be boundless
Built without retaining walls
Thrust into this gaping life
Smothered with a thousand grains of salt

Fear of existence
Near death surrender of soul
Old wounds re-crimson
In silent sorrow...

The re-crimsoning

In fear of existence
Old wounds are re-crimsoning

Re-crimsoning

Your pains will peak while old wounds mend
Into ascending flesh embossed with scars so red
Each halted moment in fear of...
Crushed into a blizzard of dust

You were born to be boundless
Built without restraining walls
Thrust into this gaping life
Sealed with a thousand grains of salt

Fear of existence
Near death surrender of soul
Old wounds re-crimson
In silent scarification now

Fear of existence
old wounds re-crimson

9. You Can't Bring Me Down

оригинал: Suicidal Tendencies

What the hell's going on around here?
First off-let's take it from the start
Straight out-can't change what's in my heart
No one-can tear my beliefs apart, you can't bring me
You ain't-never seen no one like me
Prevail-regardless what the cost might be
Power-flows inside of me, you can't bring me
Never-fall as long as I try
Refuse-to be part of your lie
Even-if it means I die, you can't bring me
You can't bring me down!
Who the hell you calling crazy?
You wouldn't know what crazy was if Charles Manson
...was eating Fruit Loops on your front porch
Time out-let's get something clear
I speak-more truth than you want to hear
Scapegoat-to cover up your fear, you can't bring me
You ain't-never seen so much might
Fight for-what I know is right
What up-you got yourself a fight, you can't bring me
Stand up-we'll all sing along
Together-ain't nothin' as strong
Won't quit-we ain't in the wrong, you can't bring me
You can't bring me down!
So why you trying to bring me
So why you trying to bring
Well you can't bring me down
Just cause you don't understand what's going on
...don't mean it don't make no sense
And just cause you don't like it,
...don't mean it ain't no good
And let me tell you something
Before you go taking a walk in my world,
...you better take a look at the real world
Cause this ain't no Mr. Rogers Neighborhood
Can you say "feel like shit?"
Yea maybe sometimes I do feel like shit
I ain't happy about it, but I'd rather feel like shit
...than be full of shit!
And if I offended you, Oh I'm sorry
But, maybe you needed to be offended
But here's my apology and one more thing...Fuck you!
Cause you can't bring me down
Suicidal!!!!

10. Idle Thrones

Weed them out
Their wretched roots ripped
From the ground
Their dying deceptions
Exiled from these crowns

So bleed them out
The infections of atrocious souls
Seperate & amputate
These crippled kings from their idle thrones

Behold the faded embrace
Of a motionless throne
The lifelong gaze of your
Crumbling kings

Behold the breaking bells
In their whispering toll
As they fall from black clouds
That seem to stand so tall

In the darkened moments
That terrify
I await the tearing whites
Of their fearful eyes

Weed them out
Their wretched roots ripped
From the ground
Their dying deceptions
Exiled from these crowns

So bleed them out
The infections of atrocious souls
Seperate & amputate
These crippled kings from their idle thrones

Cleansing pestilence
The dismal array of dismembered lives
Like rusty scalpels to rotten flesh
Ridding the cancer of poisoned minds

When their
Tongues dissolve of trust
In regurgitated faith
Cankerous creations raze
This fetid sovereign state
An endless death awaits
These dynasties when in the end
All they have ever done is fail me

In the darkened moments that terrify
I await the tearing whites
Of their fearful eyes

Weed them out
Their wretched roots ripped
From the ground
Their dead connections
Exiled from these crowns

So bleed them out
The infections of atrocious souls
Seperate & amputate
These crippled kings from their idle thrones