1. VOIDWALKER

Suddenly I found myself
Floating in some liquid
While my eyes
Where taken away from me

I try to use my senses and find out
Why im not allowed to move
My arms
My legs
My head

I've been attached to some machinery
It's been ripping out my spine
They are injecting me some kind of venom
I'm in state in which im

Mirror my life's neglection
Unparalleled escalation
Chords in me
Pins in me
Frequency depletion
To form a new combustion
Burning my
Traces of existence

The answer is revealed but
Question is not given to me at all
I try to understand why I'm


2. SKULPTURA

Raw!!!

How manna slowly pours out of one's chest
So I in clockwise motion stir myself
Arms of groundlesness clutching my abidance
Now I seek consolation in manure of resentment

I waiver awkwardly
Postulating state
Staring rapidly

Constituion limpathically recedeing
Tamping on stones of omission

My halo encircled by repugnant worms
Their mammoth craniums throbbing
My nerves domiciliated mercury (duboko)
Armatures of furtility indurated

Constitution limpathically recedeing
Tamping on stones of omission

Vast expanse of naught
Establish all
Grimm sculpture of mortality
Vivifying malady son of mother compunction

Constitution limphatically receiding
Tamping on stones of omission

Broken mind thriwing backwards
Therein where demise consumes life
Again


3. DEFINITION RELEGATED

No matter what syringe is made off
It injects in sinews of our thoughts

To spray the perdition in this time
To concatenate to this god of complexion and subversion

So refuse
This perfid fiction that roots parameters
Of life's value in your mind
Condolences save
For memory on what was once known
As freedom of movement and speech

Resist the masses
Which follow the word of cathode
Instead decide if fiction and lies are words
You want to hear

A digital orifice
In cluster of delusion
Is what guides our own demise towards our will

Obsessed by informations of wrong
We allow it to breed itself in us

To choose the right from wrong
To stay aware and know the difference between

The stench of corruption and devotion
To extract the truth without reaching out
For violence and death

For I deny
The very existance of one's
Will to crush the feet of few usurpers
For such patent
Never should have any components for assembling

So we stumble upon a wall of traitors


4. TERMINATION SEQUENCE

(Instrumental)