Diascorium : Abstractions of the Absolute

Technical Death / United-Kingdom
(2010 - Self-Released)
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1. REQUIRMENT FOR OUR DREAM

(instrumental)


2. THE BLOOD SHALL SPOIL

These blank eyed mannequins that chatter behind the walls
I can’t see them but I know they're there.
That’s why I locked the doors

Deep inside me I feel my soul withering away
I thought it might be the pollution
So I decided to seal myself in
Perhaps I should have stocked up on food and water first

I’m a fucking Idiot! Stupid fucking moron!

Consumed by self loathing and paranoia
Now as starvation is upon me the prospect
Of my own faeces Is becoming quite appealing

...CONVULSIONS!
Shivering naked in the corner ... Newspaper covering the windows
Desire to retreat from the world ...this isolation makes me feel safe
...CONVULSIONS!

My psyche ripped to pieces by all this constant thinking
I wish there was an exit from this state of mind
Becoming a living carcass, I culture my own seclusion
Like bacterial infestation...
Like a virus searing through my system...
The Blood Shall Spoil!
...All Things Spoil!


3. SELF MODIFYING GAME

Out of sync with self
Lost and
disorientated again

Nomic!
Turned inside out
Another new set of rules
To misunderstand

To hate and obey
To fear and mistrust
Transmutate!
The amendment to the rule
Amendment!
The transmutation
Of the self

Lost, cold, tattered form
A tangle of knots
All structureless
Structure changes

Nomic!
Transmutate!
Nomic!


4. CNIDARIA

I sense a poison deep inside her
And I see a plague behind her eyes

Jaundiced Goddess, reach into my soul
Partake of the sweet nectar that floweth forth
Tear yourself free from my flesh
Diseased husk that takes air from my lungs
Pestilent Silhouette, absorb my gaze

Her gaping maw engorged.
The sun consumed!
Her eyes burn yellow!

Obscene she squirms and writhes,
Whore of many tongues
Vomit stink upon her breath,
Skin peeling from her breast

My rotting corpse to be devoured
Bloated, rancid, convulsive with grief... And regret.
Bloated, rancid, convulsive with regret!
Blessed creature take me away from this world

Place the knife to my throat.
Put me out of my misery... Put me down!

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