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Decoherence
01:24
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As I'm violently emptying my guts into a pristine bowl
I've become fully aware that I live in a bottomless state of decoherence
This rehashed cycle has bloomed into a self-inflicting tradition without resolution
This fixation, it's concealed
I live and breathe in this inconceivable hell that I've personally constructed
Devoid of any order, dissolution, and disorder.
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Paroxysmal Dance
01:51
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As I drink from the infinite well of inebriation
I find myself admiring the others convulsing in a paroxysmal dance
Observing their swaying waltz in an endless, sweltering rhythm
Defected equilibrium's turn to powerless bodies that are frigid and dull
I can only tap into a diminishing fraction of my own capabilities
Even the resonation of my voice appears to be altered now
A slurred articulation is replaced by the paroxysmal dance
A slurred articulation is replaced by the paroxysmal dance
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In the corner of this room rests my fragile vessel of serenity
A fleeting sense of contentment and tranquility confined within
If there was an existence of god, this vehemently intends to be the closest thing to it
At intervals, it's glimmers in a crystalline design, or glows in a dismal amber
My beacon, a guide to summoning lesser demons
My beacon, a guide to summoning lesser demons
Enraptured by its daunting magic
At intervals, it's glimmers in a crystalline design, or glows in a dismal amber
Enraptured by its daunting magic
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The Colorless Capsules
01:47
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Let's go ahead and cease this ongoing murmured prayer
This body is maturing to be nothing more than a floating vessel of fester and malfunction
My head is swimming, bordering on inhaling boundless waters
An unfocused and obscured room spinning in an uncontrollable perspective
Perspective.
Perspective.
My dependencies of colorless capsules grows deeper and deeper
This dependency is a fathomless chasm. Blacker and blacker, bleaker an bleaker.
Let's go ahead and cease this ongoing murmured prayer
This dependency is a fathomless chasm.
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Cognitivity
04:00
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After years of waiting, I'm still struggling to put the pieces of this puzzle together
I simply don't have the mental bandwidth for consuming these senseless fantasies
Consuming these potions has led to these figures silently growing within my drifting skull
Disfiguring all of the fallen pieces, disfiguring all of the fallen pieces
I simply don't have the mental bandwidth for consuming these senseless fantasies
Fingerprinting chaos and disarray in my cognitive process
Fingerprinting chaos and disarray in my cognitive process
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A Mask of Lucidity
01:39
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My eyes can now only discern a pale blur of mourning frowns
These faceless, damned bodies surround me and they're howling in an incomprehensible static
Static. Static.
Their rhythmic exhales emit a rolling smoke....
Their rhythmic exhales emit a rolling smoke through the irreversible cold
Cold, cold, cold, cold, irreversible cold.
A blooming notion of tenderness grows over me as their eyes gradually emit the color of a dying sun
I am clearly lost. This sensation of dread intertwined. I am clearly lost.
This sensation of dread intertwined in a mask of lucidity.
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Their tone projecting from their harrowing tongue is wooden and emotionless
Evoking worthless memories constructed from stale air and inhaling the results
Inhaling the results.
Hemorrhaging fabrications, an ongoing web of fruitless oaths
The look in their eyes was miles away. It's expressionless. It's abandoned.
So be it.
This night continues to repeat in this blinding cold, your breath continuously pluming white
You're swimming amongst the monolith that is your insurmountable, maligned, and abhorrent past
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Harvest
01:50
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My eyes are nothing, nothing but empty slots that fixated over the churning suspended moon.
Hesitation stalls over the defaced rim of the world.
A growth of slant, black shadows stumbled nearer.
Against this frigid landscape, they dwindle and diminish
My veins buried within the neck now stand akin tightened ropes.
The stenciled men smile amongst the growing filth and obscurity
As a marching malignancy, harvesting a circus of scalped impurities
Breathless vessels now hang as shrouded monuments.
Breathless vessels now hang as shrouded monuments.
They admire their new-found creations as they are perched frozen atop their compliant beasts
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Entrenched Euphoria
01:42
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There is no sound but the wind as hours bleed out into days.
With days eventually bleeding dry, slowly fragmenting out of existence
All due to introducing this euphoria within
It was hacked with a tiresome, blunt, and tattered dagger that I bear close to my vibrating heart
These gods aren't here for saving me now, their purpose is mind-numbing liberation
How can one be so obstinate? So set in their repeated ways, so entrenched in those endless grooves
What a waste, with this eroded concept of absolution
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Lurid Skin
02:45
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These limbs weaken at the dismal sight of what I've become
Vast, cavernous wounds remain unsealed as I skim across my lurid skin
Across my lurid skin
A nest assembled by delirium, dread, and disgorgement
A pathway of tears leads to this ceremonial haven of humiliation
Heaving, purging, expelling the superior individual I once was
With it brings this eternal sensation of swimming through broken glass
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