1. ENANTIODROMIA

From within
The process begins again
Unfolding as it has
Connecting start to end
Layers of blackness folding over themselves
Rolling over and through
Emulating smoke curling and billowing
Like blood dripping into water
Dissipating until it's washed clean
Becoming what it fights

Struggling with the opposite
Transforming into what it hates

Echoing throughout existence
Life from unbeing
Being and nothingness
Lapses and eclipses
Staring out into the void
To be over by those which stare back


2. THOSE WHICH STARE BACK

The depths are intoxicating
Beckoning any willing to hear its call
Gaze longingly into the abyss
Wishing to join what cannot be understood
And so the longing never ends
Not while it calls
Hissing seductively
Whispering endlessly
Lying just beyond this place
A hollow terror worse than death
To wish for complete annihilation

One cannot return from a total erasure
End all, be all
To fade away, into their nothingness
Gaze upon the faces
Recognizing them all
Welcoming their final embrace


3. NAUSEATING DESPAIR

There are no beginnings
Just days tacked onto days
Without rhyme or reason
Monotonous assemblies of occurrences
My thoughts come crashing inward
My surroundings change while I remain motionless
Not feeling the steps this body has taken
Exhausting, pervasive, overpowering
Spreading from the edge like an oil stain
Horrified by my own existence
You grasp at the veil
A layer rolls back and you're met with just an existent

Independent of space and time
One cannot seize it
For it is always just beyond
Reaching, groveling
Searching for the ideal unity of infinity
You never truly find yourself
Never finding yourself
Only the nausea


4. CATHEDRALS OF BLOOD (TWILIGHT OF THE IDOLS)

Is morality a product
Of evolutionary need
Or is it just fear and torment
Sharpened to a point by dogmatism?
Can there be true altruism
When you're looking for reward?
Can you exorcise true charity
If you expect heaven's doors?
Building up your cathedrals
Upon the cornerstone soaked in blood
Your vacuous intellectual ruins
Maintained at enormous human cost


5. INDIVIDUATION

(Instrumental)


6. THE ILLUSION OF SELF

Experience of one's self
As space for the world to fill
But one is interpreted by others
As an object within the world
The view from hanging space
With nothing above or below

The oval boundaries of vision
Fades out into darkness
Plunged into the objective world
Succeeding in annihilating myself
There is no me on this level
Only summoned upon an inward glance
All are the space in which darkness crowds
The silence in which sound is shaped
The indivisible glimpse of consciousness
Exists not far away, but right on the surface
Right on the surface


7. SURVIVE IN OBSCURITY

Primordial pools
Buried within dreams
Awakened our ancestors
Hurdled across unknown landscapes
Born without reason
Prolonged out of weakness
Ephemeral beings
Continuing themselves by instinct
Groveling in agony
Always searching for the point
Exploited for worldly gain
Promised relief from this pain
Accepting our fate
Brings meaning to this existence
We survive in obscurity
Waiting to die by chance


8. ENVELOPING ABSURDITY

Some search for purpose
Many suppose they've found one
Filling in the gaps
With the spirit, father, and son
Only grasping at straws
Comforting faiths to dull the pain
Without inherent meaning
What point could there be for life?
This absurd human experience
Can it only be corrected by suicide?
Are we too condemned
To push one boulder endlessly up the mount
Just to watch it fall again?
Only those who have wished for death
Truly know how good it is to live
Enveloping absurdity
Indifferent to the possibility of more
Solutions to stave the meaningless

Only dead ends once explored
All suffer and are destroyed
Inevitably slipping back into the void