This path reveals a lifeless desert, an anachronism made of fermented concrete and bile. The streets are paved with vomit and broken spines. A death rattle spilling spent marrow through dried up veins. A diatribe, an effigy, a prophet hanging from a plastic tree. Decades spent on concepts, ideal coffins in unmarked graves As we’ve heard a million times, we are but slaves I’d like my violently wasted days back please. And you said you’d welcome change All progress turned into a lake of ash and sand. All progress, now dust... Now awakened, the wheel turns anew Along the same circle, a wasteland of rehashed trash Lake of boiling ash Flattened mockery of life. Near faint, traces of a past, that might h ave been worth it once, Acid rain, roads unturned, a fly trap, only for us. So sweet is the lure of defeat. A toast to the last of days and the fake embrace of disgraceful tastes. A sullen epitaph Weighed down by the sands of centuries gone by An angel of flame took the path less traveled I saw her, Unjustly obsolete through time’s ceaseless grind. Forever trapped behind pale walls, Before and behind dark dream glass. Ceaseless watcher hopeless in the face of progress, silent in the face of time. Crippled riposte Of fallen days Tearing through my chest more than I could take more than deserved for all our follies. And when I remember her, I can feel that sometimes In the same old holes the same old ashes stir. Everything burnt out of me. Trickling sand my legacy.

Mar the body Share the body Never think of recess Form the lies Break the ties Never let the truth stand Premise Positive Posit no dissent The warrens of thought Reveal our futures Many as one As above now below Same as always Thoughts control Complacency (order) Shape the world Break the world All the fragments leering Last divide Questions life Pushing down the poison Brittle minds Brittle heights Planning rude awakenings Never trust the lenient smiles Of broken mirrors One as many A uniform pattern Repeating trite memory Clamoring for deliverance. And you feel nervous now Though you can’t quite tell why, can you? When the chorus beckons To grind you down to size Anemic symphonies Stink Of desperate life Words to hear Cower in fear The setbacks of ingress No way out Poisoned route Malice, not success We are one – depressing truth made manifest What would have you believe In just about anything? A single frame, a subliminal stress An echo chamber of self- fulfilling prophecy Forked tongues and dread, gnashing teeth. What are we now, but mouths to feed? One as many, many as one, the curvature of forlorn hopes stringing you along, One as many, many as one, knitting a web of lies and death to come... Many as one.... One as many, many as one... The end goal was always the cosmic junkyard Made of discarded dreams, of distinctions and memories All meaningless before the eyes of many, Just scraps dangling from the maw Of success. Many as one, one as many... one as many, many as one... one as many, many as one... one as many, many as one...

We long for desolation below the surface always waiting all the wonders you can't see whatever is our purpose whatever you pretend to be this will end in misery All the limp catastrophes your limbs strung in bonemade trees The children of destruction wait at the bottom of the well And they sing so joyfully chittering at death's ecstasy Eternally. Rot-faced fate smiling at you as you walk down the stairs no freedom will be waiting there but our very own. A purge of quantities unknown. Come see the world through these eyes feral and vacant swim down the river of refuse a deluge flowing into a cesspool the pride of our kind spawning from the wreckage we shall inherit all. Abandon all false idols. The final saviors have returned. Ruin, our gods are ruin. The wretched crevices spilling out verminous tides the everlasting doom our fate's finally aligned. Clawing through the sockets of futures unwritten compulsive procreation infesting the foolish purveyors of this dying civilizatiom The killing of all that ever was Gnawing at the roots til the foundation fucking rots The children of rats The last begotten ones Feasting on your trite remains A species so untamed Unburdened by your weakness And foolish morality The children of rats The last begotten ones The children of rats Visions of purest dread We were among you before you could walk and we'll be there when all extermination has been wrought.

Perfect rows of teeth Regrown into infinity The world is darkness And life is blood in the water And in our mouths, Devouring or devoured. Who cares for faith in pity, Barely staving off inevitability? Chum juddering in nets deprived of lungs And we’re alone when the sharks come.2x All hail the red wake. Now all I see is the blood that pools Across a world of wraiths and bones Pale memories and the water that turns, Tears through the black mass The veil is lost by every eye A chortling scream, an unheard cry This is what it must mean, to be alive. Can you honestly say you would be fine? Can you honestly say you wouldn’t take a bite my friend? Keep your thoughts clean, but your mouth wide, And you will find that this is what it does mean, to be alive. Cut the threads unseen, Unblinking soul of greed. Where my nightmares live, your new life begins. A wretched symphony of slaves and cartilage, Stuck between your teeth. You’re the promise of the golden dawn. And I’ll be blood in the water. All hail the red wake.

Skies made of scars, black fields nurtured, by the blood of a million men, rotten corpses painting the horizon stagnation eclipsed by war fervor flesh boiled off of bones the tired wartorn chique Histories of righteous light proven wrong by indifference. Kill everything that doesn’t kill it’s all they know. 2x You can try to see the light but you’ll only find the maw. You can try to see the light but you’ll only find the maw staring back. Finally the means to end all beginnings. The strain counts the last emissions from your face, Counts the stains of centuries misplaced, This hollow fabric tears, in abject failure. Itemized and sterilized, callous cries and lies lies lies. 2x Cauterized and civilized, 2x callous cries and nothing but lies. They fall like rain from every orifice Disformed doors emerge fate’s crooked teeth. These days fear is a bygone dream it’s been burnt out of me. 2x Whipped into function from a life that knew none, Stasis and inhibition, to waste and segregate. It all crumbles. Built on ruins and skeletons. Our histories of incessant failure. All is dust. All...

All along the spiral fate unfolds This world a silent prison Tired visions manifest Contented with obliteration All the corruption that’s been conjured up We carry out in turn Dead end cycle only fit To live in accordance with their heart’s contempt The wasteful prodigies have Prospects to deliver to the towers Seat of graves and malice for the flesh slaves The sacred band, crushed to pieces by a tenth Decimation Spiral, forever after sterile symmetries and dreams Make the pagesshiver and bleed Andbeat a tenth to death As long as there’s any feelings left The tape clicks indifference Poisoning allwords and visions Soon they’ll be a record of perdition All along the spiral blackened pyres Drench the world in coal and ash All the voices never quite heard screaming centuries of agony The tape may roar indifference The eye has unlearned sympathy. Decimation is the fate of these days. Coiling blackened suns and imagined catastrophe every record grinds towards completion No more need for mercy. A capacity Useless In a world of jaded gods longing for a thrill. The eye can learn again, To let history be history. The eye has unlearned sympathy. Every record grinds toward completion Building up to one truth perhaps All is flux and all will be dust. The decision of what shall live, what shall die... Choices beaten senseless by the passage of time. Legacies of a tenth of decline. Choices beaten senseless by the passage of time. Legacies of a tenth of decline. Building up to one truth perhaps All is flux and all will be dust. The touch of decimation until there’s nothing more to grasp. A grand display of tranquility neatly organized While the dark creeps inside, drowns out the taste of light. The tape goes click..click..click... And mercifully runs out.

Come join the fiends these nights all dressed to kill ready for their fill The way you smell I can tell you ain't never left your property, how nice that must have been Always the smart choice to stay within the white picket fences outlined on the grass where the jet white kids prepare for their hollow dances every fucking night It's a super happy funtime for all of us who never cared to love It's a super happy funtime and you're the one it all revolves around This masquerade's your one chance out here you might loose track of all the atrocities, we love our pretense here It might not show but the terror hides behind the mask we wear What do you know about our fucked up fantasies and fucked up past with just one glance? Well, nothing as it stands, baby. You see what you want to believe and they're not going to pop that balloon just now. What will you do? Everything goes in sick suburban homes. What will you do, when your lovely neighbors come for you? You'll be wishing for slow poison death, razors and an escape from certain mutilation. Don't look to me for answers, I can't help what I've become, I'm just as fucked up as everyone. The one thing nobody ever tells you, the one thing you'll have to find out for yourself, This world’s a fucking terrifying place It’s way worse than they tell you. It's a super happy funtime for all of us who never cared to love It's a super happy funtime and you're the one it all revolves around This masquerade's your one chance out here you might loose track of all the atrocities buried beneath the astro turf. The horror, the monsters, the grief, the carved up flesh is everyone you know. it's everyone you'll ever meet. So join this masquerade. Everything goes in sick suburban homes. The horror, the horror, the horror, is everyone you know, and soon you'll be just as fucked as that from which you grew. This world’s more fucked up than they tell you.

Never strived for greatness Sullen and blind, wasting Away in the belly of a concrete hive, Thoughts metastasizing to give meaning to the rotten filth churned out in pieces A blind husk descends, From all expectations exempt, No way to take this in stride Fragments scattered on a turnpike And the endless question why Dissolves into a sigh, The deathless howl fed your thoughts to the void The parasite that slowly dies, The meaning of your life, In every step a death by a thousand cuts. Your skin Bleeds splinters tired and rough (now) 2x (Slumber is all that’s left in the wake, the inevitable fall. The tale of moths and the flame, The light never touches this soil.) 2x Sucking the marrow you mustered alone, Only content When your flesh turned to bone. Never meant for greatness Apathy is sacred Black hearts with holes in all the wrong places Never took notice of what it all means An endless cycle of ever more dull dreams Laugh at the prospect of death while you live Parasitic matter all encompassing Laughing at your hubris, Your misplaced dirge. And the endless question why Dissolves into a sigh, The deathless howl fed your thoughts to the void You’ll hear from me again, I’ll be in every step never taken. 4x Slumber is all that’s left in the wake, The inevitable fall, The tale of moths and the flame The light never touches this soil. Hopes of ending a cycle bereft of all liveliness. Quivering and convulsing in the death throes of desire. The thing I never want to see again this pallid face, Yours and mine. Living in this world is like feeding a tapeworm. Eggs hatching in the ruins of grace. Living in this world is like feeding a fucking tapeworm. Pointless.

Lest we stand on the precipice Longitudinal streams of life-like imminence Ground up flesh and mush in a conquest For cancerous growths. At last At our behest Drown in fallacies and capillaries, Venomous strains left to decipher Rotten fruit. We all will be mushed to mush (now) 2x Hold your tongue, safe a last, But not of dreams of joyous pasts It passed, and fretfully, surreptitiously, The serpents lay Above meandering The fate of myriads of cells carrying aeons of death. Late love at last, late love at last... Lard and regress is the fate of sloths which is all we are. Pink softened grease carrying lust, Scions become the graves of torn off ancestry, immortal fear Imprisoned in my mind is the answer to the questions never asked As if you could even fucking conceive (hahahahahahaha etc) We become, lest we endure (now) mush and motherfucking manure. 2x Drown (3x) leave the bucket half full. Lard and regress is the fate of sloths which is all we are (pink softened misu-misu) Scions become the graves of torn off ancestry, immortal fear Imprisoned in my mind is the answer to the questions never asked As if you could even fucking conceive (hahahahahahaha etc)

What time has sown upon your flesh, Ashen, lifeless pale in the hollow light of day Fretful spreading of supple wings As of yet merely dark design, Fleeting shadow of things to come. Angels and demons, Mirror image sheen beyond good and evil What is fear now? Cigarettes and the faint hope for death, Permanence and ash. The caress of silence. I trace my fingers through remains and wires, Infinitely trace. I see now. What does failure have left to teach? The tenure of the mammals had ceased and there were no more hopes and fears to sate. The waterfronts lay long abandoned, all that was left was parking space. And I stood contemplating fate, perched atop a bridge that oversaw the masses, or nothing in particular. Dying embers traced the dead roads, rotten streams dried out. This river took the night to arrive. What I’ve learned is that failure spells the end. (Always in the back of my head.) Suffering is not enticing. These days Stagnant waters only decay. Only when you give up failing will the light leave your bones. Flow like the river I am none, I am all. The very nature of change, advance without end. We all fall, but we do not remain. We all fall, but we do not remain. Find, You’ll find... What failure has left to teach is that it never ends without a lesson. (always in the back of my head)

The serpent lays its head to rest, Coiling to pay the price. Lie down before the altar of your decrepit needs. Come the tithe we pry the life from wounded soil. Remake this graven image, the carcass of masters lost. But their loss was absolution. The blood of gods drips Through slit open throats. And all darkness seems beyond reproach. The idle stirrings Of false beginnings. Tastes of light shall part the darkened head from my shoulders. And I will grin in defeat. And I shall rise, More alive than I could ever hope before. All I carry now is disrespect for the logic of severed heads. Ragged breaths moaning for reprieve Did warrant my defeat. But now I know the truth Of what I am. My fate is fate no more. I shall pry from life what was denied, Twice the thing I was before. Lashes and collars fit like a noose They took their powers born from abuse Pry, rise, survive, thrive No pity for the weak, Their favorite failing But we were never as weak as they thought. Pry, rise, survive, thrive Strike where you’re least expected, begin to love the multitudes. Pry, rise, survive, thrive Stamp out the blackened flames That made the sorrow manifest Come morning we shall dance, Free from burdens that drowned, All that was decent, Regrowth of sweetness and light. We shall give ourselves to life twice more, This hydra bows to no one, now and forevermore. 3x

The calls came from the sea That they would raze all we built As my world burned, I wished for nothing but to burn alongside that which I held dear Now I am the last of an indulgence we revered. A trickle in the bloodstream, The song of devastation. Echoes of empires of echoes and death Empires of indifference. Teasing shadows loom beyond the stale life. Now we’re not minds, but threads to be woven. And the weave is prone to fallacy, Disjointed memory. Of a place I revered, but was I sincere in my adoration? And should reason still sleep after our city’s death I will live past hopes and regret, Rebuild the places by the sea. Reclaim what lies beyond bloody destiny. In a world that won’t let me, I will dream. More fiercely than I could in a world that met ash, I will dream. Let the walls fall The testaments to cowardice Let the walls fall To recompense the needs that died Let the walls fall So our city may stretch towards infinity Let the walls fall Once more unto the breach, dear friends... So our dreams may never fall to them, die as make belief. In a world of failing possibility, I will tread no path deemed possible. So our dreams may never die...