1. STASIS

(Instrumental)


2. DISSONANCE

Knowing whats real is to hard to believe, so tell yourself it's false and hold up those ideals.
Cognitive dissonance confuses your fragile mind and leads you to a place of constant disdain.
So you reason yourself towards the path of least resistance.
Trying to hold back the perils that swarm your mind, dissonance leads to self affliction.
You fucking simpleton, you shallow pitiful excuse for sentience you have the gift of reason and intellect, but you squandered it with belief in deities and open fields of everything nice.
All because you cant accept finality and your meaningless existence.
Pathetic, your complexity is tarnished with simplicity.
Cognitive dissonance.
Your god is nowhere to be seen and it's looking less and less likely to be, yet you justify and believe your own fucking lies.
Wasted lives waiting for a savior to fit the archetype, that savior has forgotten you.
I'll tell you this my friend, when life comes to an end, you'd better pray that I am wrong, you'd better pray I am fucking wrong.
Giving into it, giving into it, giving into it, give it back.
You're like a fox in lust of grapes, but he knows they're out of reach so he tells him self they are sour, knowing full well they are not, just to ease his polar dissonance and calm the storm inside.


3. FLOWERS, FLESH, BLOOD

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4. METASTATIC

Wake up, to find yourself,
festering dividing, spreading like disease, as virulent as ever before.
Look at a map of the world at it's inception, the branching of our prime ancestry.
Spotted like a rash on the skin, as harmless as we could have been, now fast forward two million years, and watch the rash spread like the plague, and now to present day, tear her soul away.
To claim superiority is a reflection of our idiocy.
Simply the possession of self awareness does not hoist you to an ethereal throne.
We all know what we're feeding on, the light that's inside her. We all know what we're feeding on, this fight for survival.
Evolution comes to a stand still when human life is expendable and human rights are not the right to be human anymore.
We sit on the brink of social collapse, she will not let herself fall, she will mount a resistance, to fight the infection that has ravaged her, of this I am sure.
metastatic, shes waiting to wipe us out.
Destined to condemn ourselves to the dark ages or outright extinction.
Her condition worsens, black blood seeps through man made fissures.
Stricken with the insults from her progeny, our presence manifests as industrial scars on her beautiful skin.
But she will not fall, she has fought far worse than this, parasitic infection, her metastatic children, growing, dividing, destroying. Gia's retribution for reclamation, there is only one resolve, annihilation has begun.


5. SCOURGE

It's open season give me one good reason not to kill you where you stand, my hands around your throat.
Constant, relentless abrasion of my will to live.
Torment strips me of compassion, now a dark shell of me.
So here we are, face to face with your new enemy, once friends now foes, enjoy your last breath.
If I had but five minutes to live, I'd spend it killing you.
Was it worth it, to be the big man, understand, this is suffering, two can play and it's my turn.
So it's come to this, everything inside of me burning through my fists, let there be blood.
There's blood on the walls, there's blood in your eyes.
In the end was it worth it ?
Frankly, I don't give a fuck !
Let there be blood.