A God Or An Other : Chaotic Symbiosis

Atmospheric Black / USA
(2018 - Self-Released)
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1. WHAT KEEPS US HERE

They bleed us dry and play on our fears
Our lives; immeasurable pain
What keeps us here?

Bleed us dry, let us atrophy
But to what end?
There's not much time
Until the dead are all that's left behind

Inexorably guided by pain and fear
We are the decay
Work against our nature

Bleed us dry, let us atrophy
But to what end?

We, transparent shells attached by hollow assurances

Phantoms, shadows
Passing burden

The sound of cracking bones and pestilent marrow
The nightmare of being

Phantoms, shadows
Passing burden on

Veiled, self righteous superiority
(Bleed us dry)
They label everything as a crisis
(Atrophy)
It's a symptom of our time
(Of our time)
Business as usual, what keeps us here?
(Bleed us dry)


2. EXHAUSTIVE PERTURBATION

Standing / broken
Transfixed / by the end
Frozen / paralyzed
Resigning / from this plight

An aggregated calamity rendering non-sentience
Paralytic, heterogeneous, individual, world pain.

Powerless to overthrow
Complexities expanding beyond humanity's scope

Disquieting arrhythmia
Nauseating actuality
Parasitic to logic
Entropic, subsumed, with apathy

Bow my head
Abdicate this world

The solace of privilege
The first to fall


3. TACIT ALARUM

In this nexus of suffering
We scour for alleviation

(Sickness, and dissension)
A depression, species-wide
(Sickness, and dissension)
From the slightest provocation

The effacement of empathy
Reeling from regret
Kneeling in defeat
Languid from the world in disarray
Insular to our own faults
These symptoms of a deeper malaise
This superlative degradation
We're catalyst to this regression


4. TORRENT OF FAILURE

Clearest sight
All blur removed
Precious visions
Torrent of failure

Ten thousand years
A lengthy test
With blatant solutions
All have been snuffed out

And it is clear
Just outcome known
At the precipice
Falling

Dust clouds
An exorcism
Victims of smoke inhalation
The problem of feeling nothing
Devoid of hope

Bitterness falls away
Those rips and tears
No desperate anxiety
All has gone the path of hope

Divinely put by those
Destroying without shame
Corruption is in our blood
Extinction at every turn

Feeling my soul drift away
All that was known, hope won’t sway

The last fall
Ceaseless suffering
Dismal reign
Bleak acceptance


5. RITUALISTIC DEVITALIZATION

Infatuation with consumption
Shall continue beyond man's spell
Into our reckoning and plummet
And intensify
Defile and despise
To deny
Mesmerized

With each revolution
(On this planet's axis)
Days become shorter
(Time loses meaning)
Inhumane conditioning
(Measuring our experience)
And finding it wanting
(Larceny of years)

A curse delivered returns again
A blatant collusion to suffer

The earth is too small for progression
Ritualistic devitalization
Losing sight from anticipation
Insatiable instant gratification

Centuries of pillage cannot slake civilization's gluttony
Gambit of man, burning malevolence

The path of sickness, decline
Advancement of sickness, decline
The path of sickness, decline
The path of sickness, decline


6. CHAOTIC SYMBIOSIS

When we pass from this veil of tears
The earth shall remain

These matrices of suffering
Created by an epoch of egoism

Giving up our ancestral cowardice

A negation of our ritual destruction
An instinctual longing for a regeneration
A call for the removal of this plague
From our celestial oasis

Clawing at our skin
Hoping for excision
Gagging from this spreading malignancy

When lying beneath the umbriferous trees
It's easy to give in to passivity

Each day we awake with fevered anxiety
Sick with guilt
Our transgressions rooted in this chaotic symbiosis

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