1. PARATAXIS

From the faith of the most devout
A new aspect of consciousness was born

Parataxis, flat reality
Gave way to doubt, emotions left unexpressed
One with their tragic fates

His god’s voice tells him to kill his son
An exiled scholar writes his life’s work
An aristocrat’s propaganda opens a door to the other realm


2. FLATLINES ENCIRCLED RESIDUE

Chaptered, quartered, and left to rot
Liquified tissue runs down the arms
Carrying this carrion back to the living
For their psychological well-being
Ceremonial closure


Each chuck of the pick sends shivers
One known since the beginning
Anticipation of the unavoidable


Botched ground, ice and stone
Rising sea levels
Burial above ground in a stone pod
Cemented shut and left to rot
So the civilized can rest in peace


3. IRDISCHEN

A silent progress through the indeterminate
Heavy with the implications of extending into
The depths of time, space, and consciousness


4. HERE FOREVER

Bewildered I am
Seen ghost walking through the crowded woods
Chattering at nothing with the other ghosts
Sun and dust in lung and eye
Fearful still be here
Here amongst forever
Feeling time begin again and again
Growing still
Eternally dying and birthing the same
Burning the memories of earth


5. FEEL TIME BEGIN

(Instrumental)


6. FAUSTIAN BARGAIN

Asked for a sign and found only chaos
Prophet of last things, bearer of a truth still veiled to him


Beloved, come forth as a revelation of the perfect order
Earthly particularity held fast in the mirror of a timeless eye


7. UNIVERSE ANCESTRAL TALISMAN

(Instrumental)


8. DEATH BY MISADVENTURE

You retreated into your shell long before I was born
To an impenetrable interior
And surely there were moments of peace, domestic love,
And the fulfillment of communal artistry

But the darkness must be reckoned with
The people you kept close
The people you pushed away


9. FATESTORM SANCTUARY

Oldest web
Frozen thought insists false autonomy

Longest thread
Enabled through instincts unfurl

Ancient shadowed pointless portrayal

Smolder long shut
Action defined

Endless silence secretion

Life succumb to inorganic rites


10. HINDERER

And when they asked me “are you ready?”
I truly was
And when they changed the shape upon me
I could follow it forever without pause

This thing has existed
Without name before
Uncountable sources outward
Lessen its purpose

And you can sense its presence
Without it making a sound

I can only summon its offenses
When I am not myself
I can only seethe from it
The last drops of what went wrong