I (21 Minute Track)

歌詞

I I - this fractal illusion burning away all structure toward the obscene I - to cleanse, to purge, to breach eternity and smother all life Blind - these mortal men of clay, divine and dying in their harnessed form I - this furnace of limitless hate. Bestial, pure The pendulum swings semi-attached to the centre of all I drug these minds into ruin and contempt - the acid smoke of burning souls This is an anomaly. Disabled. What is true? Not destined for incarceration. I crave my nothingness This illness that they whisper of, is that what makes me fail? I see through the eyes of the blind Not clear what it is to be this self I dread, the immense, the rabid I am The cogs turn, grinding away at ceaselessness - willing it to dust Re-desintegration. Convulse. A dead universe - Impales this twilight Fear aligns. Sadistic me. Meant to devour. Despair Sickened by the fact that immortality is not mine to have A snail along a straight razor - dividing itself through motion I charge this feeble product of god Laughing, drenched in the bile of millions Chewing on the stinking flesh of the crown of creation Solitude in splendor has been rivalled Shrouds stained with tarblack vomit Veiling the rotting eyes of the masses The strain of armageddon evolves Shifting through worlds from chaos, to chaos, to chaos I devour this manure of existence - infertile, barren, whole Rancid redeemer. Virulent deterioration of faith Sacrilege in persona. In truth, fundamentally twisted A witness to this savage carnage, a frenzy of animosity The will to mutilate. Dominant deviation The worship of the sick and degenerate will spread I - the nihilist, not the lunatic Ridding my godlike being of doubt Obliterating all hope of escape I - enter the echoes of despair Miracles inverted by default, a reflex to devastate Soaking in the will to violate, to castrate Soiling the purpose of mankind. Deus ex machina on hold The orgasmic, the splendid, the beginning of the end Conception derived from misconceptions The dimensionless features of truth Silence in the core of undoing Untie its knots and set it loose The inertia of my existence is clear Premutations of slaughtered worlds I alone will behold the dying sky A servant of eternity Progress finally, emergence of doom complete Here only to reverse the flow of life I