1. METHAMPHETAMINE TRIAL

Bubbles in bloodshed travel
Slowly splitting down the center
In designs of pink and purple
The red takes and pushes down the victim.

Compressed within a chamber
Of which passion and regret collide
Longing for the fine rays of the morning
Where the sky is fluid and hopeful.

Hope, the opposite of reality

Shocks on the edge of my ears
Vibrant in an orange daze
It coagulates the mind
Leaving a heart stricken frenzy

Feel the blood that nurtures you pour down
And fill a translucent effect through every limb

In hope of rain
To wipe from this earth
In hope of rain
To wipe from this earth

Taken by a tedious painful cycle
Of finding what on longs for
Memories continue to burn within
Holding out for the near day

I get down and mark the dirt
It is gray, ashes of today
Formulate oneself into
Compressed simple
Filtered soul
The fresh white milks drips out of it
Slowly draining to the point of decay
Infiltrating your mind through every moment
Fully able to disrupt operation

Close
Close the doors
Close the gates
Set up the walls
Set up the barricades
Battle full shoulder on
Ignore, cut out all insight

Hope, the opposite of reality

Close
Close
Freeze
Freeze


2. CLOUDS AND WAVES OF DEPTHLESS IRRELEVANCE

Obnoxious inoculates
Exhumed repugnance
To condone the green soil
To the grey dust of yesterday
No feel
Erase this being
Who turns to dark

Insecure

Not vulnerable to change
Progression lost in mist
Clouds and waves of depthless irrelevance
Unnecessary
Self destroying
Tearless monolith
Dead path of subservient influence

Lost in doctrine
Tied to a civil war
Within a dried up

Gasp-less suffocating
Wall of torment

Conquer air surround
Raining hopeless entities
Blocks in the ponds
Of relaxing existence

Denial
Denial
Denial
Denial, you’re out

An unhappy death
Spreads its branches across
Radiating concrete disease
Putrid insecure, filtered


3. HUNG UPON OUR SLEEVES

Why has it all become so impure?
Why do crashes of subliminality carry
misconceptions?
Why can we live but yet die at the same time?
Why?

Are we destined to survive, survive
Hung upon our sleeves
That bend towards fictitious beliefs
Unfold them and realize they only sweat up grief

Can you answer me?
And try to find a solution to all of these lies

Hung upon our sleeves
That bend towards fictitious beliefs
Unfold them and realize they only sweat up grief
Carry out the cries and all the strife that
Consumes our lives


4. THINKING

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
Accepting , accepting , accepting
Concreteness
Avoiding, avoiding, avoiding
Abstractness

Impenetrable roads, blocked by insinuation
Becoming just part of metallurgical urgencies

I want to click (to click)
The shutter of expectancy
I want to feel (to feel)
The rush of surreality

Roads that lead to nowhere
Lost in streams of emptiness
Nothing is near
Judgment day is everywhere

Thinking nothing is already thinking


5. NETWORK

Interrogate my strategy of impulsed variety
I will not infiltrate through the core of impossibilities
And surpass through the range of portable success
Asphyxiated in a spectrum of inaccessible variables
Broken the bridges through mental orchestration
Led to a paradigm of endless frustration
I refuse to reach ultimate unsatisfaction
Numerate the fool and let him feed


6. LAW OF CONSERVATION OF PAIN

It’s my nature to love something I hate
And the only way to live is to slowly kill myself
Because its harder to survive
Without that inner rotting
And today, it is impossible

It is even more frustrating
That in order to live better
With less self mutilation
It is necessary to subdue others
So no pain is lost

Benightedness is the only way to destroy pain
And ignorance is the only hope to not go insane
And if I could ever go back
I think I would
This comprehension just seems not to
Contain

Meaning or hope

I'm still missing out
On my chance
To throw it wipe the blood from your face
And throw it all to you
Cause if I had the chance I know I would
Release the load on you
Cause if I had the chance I know I would
Give all my pain to you
And I know you would too
you’d fuck me f you could
You’d fuck me really well
And I’d fuck you
And I’d fuck you straight to hell
I’ll throw it all to you
You want to
And I want too


7. APOLOGETIC STEAM

(Instrumental)


8. GHOST

Urged to fly from self
Surrounded by inequality
Unable to act or react
Victimized by the victim
Tragedy of cooperative contribution
Simultaneously we dig holes for each other.

Stagnated in the eye of the storm
Chaos around my glass box of escape
Transparent, exposed, indifferent
Unaffected by tragedy.
Tragedy of cooperative contribution
Simultaneously we dig holes for each other.

Ghost the killer/ghost the victim
Ghost the greedy politician.
Ghost compassion/ghost unity.
Ghost identity

Exploited
Utilized
Loved

Cover the hole from your brain
Pity them. forget yourself
Intertwined the victim and the offender
Save yourself and let them kill each other


9. BARAKA

(Instrumental)


10. THE RINGWORM

There is a ringworm in your brain
I am the bystander
The only bystander
I know what it has been eating
Every detail, every thought it has been consuming
Consuming

I am of no help
I can only watch
Ideals changing

Conforming/converting

It is important that you understand even though it
might be eating comprehension
It is important that you see
even though it now craves your iris

It is important that you hear through your tympanic membrane now in its digestive system
You must decide through the myriad of zeroes and ones
Are you the configuration of another brain?

The ringworm wont eat your brain from necessity
It only eats if you feed it.


11. ENDLESS WALL

Take a trip through unwanted dream
Now sail through my eyes
Inability to grasp pacification of mind
Always leads to my my unconscious nature

I cant solidify the words that come from your ears
Distinguished from the resonance that interferes with
Clogging mind set to take hold of breathless eyes
Seizing to create new waves of euphoric stains
Those stains that are the ones which I am best in making
So leave these pitiful scars alone screaming

Endless wall

Piercing thoughts come through my eyes (laughing)
Longing words fragmented by time (prevail)
If its not all about confusion (fall asleep)
And let the hungry tentacles sew your mouth shut,

We’re being judged by constant lashes of creation
It stands empirical emerged by lust
Shattering windows with hurricane strokes of sanity
Juggling jokers set to destroy forsaken eternity
Grab your wrist with hateful eyes
And tear the words from your throat

Judgments over send the tribunal away
Crave internal surface
Leave the doubt for tomorrow
Break the habit of forgetting
And understand yourself.