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Imperium Nihilistica
06:26
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Breathe free a believable lie
Cold chasm in the depths of the mind
Sleeping in safety at the point of the bayonet
Is to conclude that they are blind
Sight
Damn the consequence
For reasoning the truth
Sudden death of fruitful life and paralysis of soothing lies
Cold
Is the minstrel’s comedy
Anesthetic philosophy
Falling sky in the dawning light to forever dwell in the precious night
Imperium Nihilistica
False prophets of a ruined design
The clearest path, the vaguest of signs
Feigned decency in the vein of debauchery
Focusing upon the capture
Sight
Hail the consequence
Of fathoming the truth
Though denied this plainest truth to suffer life in this empty room
Cold
Is the philosopher’s reveal
A desperate appeal
To anything that builds resolve to the manifestation of our cause
Imperium Nihilistica
I drift in silent madness into this good night
It seems I’m through voyages beneath these black’ning skies
On this island I betray nothing of my life
The ship is crushed upon the rocks, the wreck is gone upon the tide
Onerously Sisyphean device
The torment of Tantalus
Obsession maintaining the synthetic joy
Sheltered from the storm
Their strength is undermined
In indulgence of the parasite
Leech, symbiotic mutual scorn
Distasteful is their burden
Hate
Beneath the banners high
The poisoned narrative
A cancer on the heart of every life and every star
Dawn
Upon the killing day
The execution stayed
You’d see the world in flames before you would admit to blame
Imperium Nihilistica
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Take hold of your elastic moral fibers
Embrace this normalcy with bile and disgust
Conform to a chosen rebellion
Mind removed from the folly of trust
Drown in your spurious nightmare
Hallucinations build this prison of faith
Observe the limits of perpetual exile
And absolution rewards your disgrace
Eschew compassion with a selfish display
Inside the safety of your moral code
Embrace the elegance of hubristic calm
Upon the heap of sarcophagic sycophants
CHORUS
To lead the tormentors astray
Cleanses the psychosis from my dead synodic memory
Inside, resides the wisdom I did not want to believe
That this pain is purely, aesthetically fake
I take it all in as I modify the paradigm
Soul tempered in the subatomic forge
Enlightenment incarnate; confrontation of the human mind
Folding foolish wisdom into origami hope
Ask this simple question of man
Are you comprehending the perpetual crime?
At the scene of your thinly veiled crisis
Is the form of your conformist design
Delight your passion in a violent display
Inside the cowardice of tortured pride
Revere your petulance as virtuous right
Within the ranks of fundamentalist comatose
CHORUS
To lead the tormentors astray
Cleanses the psychosis from my dead synodic memory
Inside, resides the wisdom I did not want to believe
That this pain is clearly, pathetically fake
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3. |
Virulent Philistine
05:05
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Into the fall of conscience wander the diseased
The cloying melody of anti-intellect appeased
The mark of tyranny masquerades as purity
As throngs of healthy minds are marched in past the quarantine
Feel the vise closing on our time
The age of light descending into sorrow
Upon the cusp of brilliance merged to singularity
The corrosive imitation of their cognizance is freed
The wraith which haunts the peace condemns epiphanies
As the last of humans, eminent come to love the guillotine
Feel no pride burdening your life
Take the false safety of our control
The means to save it is the will to break it
To shred your scattered mind and love the silence
NO
FUCK YOU
This affliction, self-inflicted
Lives so pointless have become contagious
In this maxim there is no courage
To sap others strengths in mandates vampiric
No polite way to divide the complicit
From those resistant to the frauds
This new directive has become painful
Frightening, insulting, spiteful, and dreadful
Stand and resist this outrage
Seize the instrument of our rebirth
And cast aside the oppressive dictator
Do not fight for that which left you
In this endless state of derisive existence
I cannot abide your law
Nor bow to this virulent philistine
I denounce your violent cause
To tear the veil off of the obscene
Who the hell were you to decide
That somehow we were even
Your ideology; you are cowards
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4. |
Acrimony
06:02
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Faced with certain self-fulfillment
The self-righteous man prefers his misery
Serving no useful function
He casts aside the compulsory urge to believe
There is more to life
Than to be undermined by your lethargy
I can’t resign
To the notion that I dealt my own defeat
Survey my kingdom at the breaking of the dawn
The savage reckoning has left no evidence of outward harm
A reminder when I come upon ruins of my dream
In the damp of sanctuary with the ghosts of my regime
Alight in the depths of my abyss, this wreckage, voices beckon to me
Choking back tears through my stinging eyes, no life there can we see
The cries that arise from the dark, on my heartstrings will no longer pull
Render my prison so empty, laid bare, machinations unfold
(A fall from grace to the ends of my mind)
Climb now the steps and feel the warming of the sun
This monument to futile fame stands to mock the tyrant’s song
Read the words in dedication to the strength of my resolve
And break the chains of doubt smite the lies upon the ground
Living with pride in a time of upheavals distorted to meaningless strife
Is symbolic of the times to come, with no others on which to rely
The cries that go on in the night shatter the pervasive calm
Inexorably pulling them into the brazen wings of the fall
So breeds the destiny; resurrect; these unity’s binds
Torn; to panarchy; silence of the plutocrats
The fall from grace; to the; ends of my mind
Scorn; the arrogance; the contemptible despots
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Janus Daemon
05:04
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VERSE 1
Mocking the Janus Daemon
Shrine of a soul decayed
Cultist zealot of the timeless delusion
Procures his judgement day
Tortured to blind compliance
The heathen gods in their sacristy
Quelled silent, apostates
Divested heresy
VERSE 2
Prideful, the Janus Daemon
Con of serenity
A tapestry of synaptic necrosis
Stripped of identity
Bound to this cavern dwelling
The mindless thralls in their ecstasy
Stare down these prison bars
Through which you’re loathe to see
<CHORUS>
I set myself upon a path of rage
The silent years of ruminations focused on a halt to my decay
Condemning lies which seem to seize control
Nothing is so freeing as unleashing the temporal
VERSE 3
Curse of this Janus Daemon
Born of hypocrisy
The subtle hegemonic violent consent
Reveals its fascist creed
Marching des Champs-Elysees
Smiling through the paralytic calm
Praise the liberator
Denounce the conqueror
<CHORUS>
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