1. THE SLEEPER

(Instrumental)


2. UNVEILED

Pain unveiled
Revealed suffering
I am awake to torment beyond sensation
Unless I dream in agony
This nightmare is reality
Writhing undulation
Dull disorientation
Senses assaulted beyond perception
Entangled in remnants of cracked security
Tearing at gossamer threads of sleep
Unable to return to the womb of unconsciousness
Sloughing off skin and shedding out sentience
Retreating away from the crushing sensations
Burrowing into the soft flesh of despair
Revulsion envelops swirling senses
Seeping and creeping into every crevice
Held close and raped by the crawling insanity
Sliding back down the throat of convulsion
Claustrophobia waves of nausea curiosity wars with terror
Fitful flickering of illumination by a single encrusted bulb
Heightens horror at the speed of pain consuming rationality
What lurks in the dark tilted
At angles leering from the outside
Feet slick and slimy in detritus faeces and cast of meat
Bones licked clean of meat stark in the putrid mass
Slopping through the mesh floor ruin falling to infinity
Grime crusted and caked by filth terrified eyes peering up
The stench is intolerable and the cacophony unendurable
A sound like humanity screeching in agonised unison
Reality lies bending and breaking like some tortured beast
Fluxing in contraction and expansion I hold myself and weep


3. UNDOUND

Wreckage and ruin broken yet breathing
Crawling on blindly mentally bleeding
Ragged and fractured scratching at meaning cling to futility
To pale shreds of reason clattering onwards
Ignoring the signs crumbling concrete
Stained and weeping slither through spaces
Clogged with detritus crack in the wet walls
Bulging with pale flesh the chaos is infinite
No end to the labyrinth I feel their imploring eyes
Writing their pain into
My parchment skin howling and whimpering
Reaching with grasping senseless
Fingers squeezing through the breathing walls
My wretched audience undulates flapping docile empty mouth
Bereft of language other
Than gibberish eyes devoid of any emotion
The great unwashed spasm and flail pallid and quivering
Pinkish grey and listless the concrete is pocked and broken
Monstrous tracts of glistening flesh pulsing and writhing
In peristaltic undulation as through the placental tissue
Of some larval aborted god
Crawling downwards
Stagger onwards
Always downwards
I’m worming downwards
Watched by those pathetic eyes
Writhing convulsing flesh
The omnipresent stench of faeces and fear
Into the womb of the spiral
Led by the sigils and portents


4. SIGILS AND PORTENTS

Convulsing labyrinth of flesh conciseness contorted
Attempting to communicate sigils and portents
Signs and portals scribbling of the amalgamated
Rantings of the consumed struggling to be heard
Beyond the screaming nausea of a billion flies
Burning eyes pale unseeing
Observant of everything comprehending nothing
But the totality of consumed being crying to be heard
Beyond the retching pulse of complete and total violation
Will I become like them
You will not
For you are something special
Will I become like them
Not unless you want to
Because you are something special
Nurtured and cherished in the womb of filth
You will blossom and the world will weep
I will shine the world will blind
And see anew from cauterised wounds
I don’t know where the words
Are coming from crawling ever onwards
Into the spiral
We are the spiral
Can you feel its pulsing confluence can you taste the essence of loss
Can you breath its fumes of rendered
Lives can you swallow it and become the greater self
Crawling in the darkness senses
Dying blessing made of melted flesh
Scratching rotten concrete fingers
Bleeding identity is washed away
Pleading empty echoes pain unanswered
Becoming one with spiral mass
Begging to be answered
To be ended grasping for a broken meaning


5. THE FLESH SPIRAL

Unwound
Unbound
Crawl down
The throat
Of the unbidden
Unspiralling self
Where perpetual
Darkness warm and wet
Awaits in the gloom
Festering with potential
Pick me apart and wash away the purity
Sift out all the specks of waste
And cobble them together
With vinegar and brown paper
Into a loathsome bulging form
Flesh piled upon flesh
Twisted and contorted
Screaming at its
Grotesque facsimile
Of life
This is your reward
Enjoy it with a sickening smile


6. THE DARK RED OTHER

(Instrumental)


7. THE CHANGER

Cloying membranous tissue mucosa coating amniotic drench
Adjustment to temporary peace before the new torment begins
The darkened womb is warm and soft
Air heavy with the reek of fear
Anticipation fills the respite
A womb-like peace after the slog through pain
I feel the changer before me I feel the changer within me
I will break you I will peel away
Useless shreds of self and remould your mind
I will shape you I will hone your pain
Into a living blade to sculpt the world anew
I feel its presence seeping into my bones
Conundrum given shape that I might grasp its meaning
In the shadows of recessed dark
Knotted in the spiral matter
The changer waits and weighs the supplicants
Those it finds unworthy it amalgamates
Absorbed in mind and flesh into the spiral
The mindless seething mass of howling flailing limbs
The eternal writhing torment the agonised coalescence
I am judged of superior ilk
It turns its baleful influence upon me
My mind and flesh begin to warp unravel


8. DISINTEGRATION

Coiling and uncoiling I am transfigured perception
And sanity are washed away
Limitation of the flesh no longer restrict
I flow from form to form shaped by my desires
Explosively expanding consciousness filling
All lacuna with tendrils of knowledge
Shapelessly exploring new found intelligence
Flailing through arbitrary forms I test myself
My form now follows my function as progenitor of a new world
I am both seed and womb I will follow the ichneumon method
Planting my children in the worlds yielding flesh
Engorging on uncorrupted meat we shall multiply
We will nestle in the worlds warm breast
Spreading beneath the surface burrowing deep
We will slough off the dry dead surface reality
I am the suckling spore I am the seedling
I am the breeding germ I am the foetus
I see the layers peeled away
The beauty of the terrors
I enjoyed disintegration of the minds cataracts
Revealing the glory of the greater truth behind all
Sight sucked clean of light all delusions are torn away
I already was what I have become
I was my own torment and pain
Render the veil made of flesh
The illumination leaves no crack untouched
Here in the womb of red understanding
I comprehend the spiral and weep
It was with me all along coiled inside
My muted mind twisted and writhing to be free
To unleash the horrid potential stored within
I broke myself I was my own tormentor
I was the illness I am the cure
I was Pylon in the dark shadow
I was the letter and the library
I was the hanging man and the light in the pit
I was the blow to the head
I placed myself upon the spider
I tended my own wounds
And locked myself inside the tenements
I told myself this was not the end, but the beginning
Now I gift myself back into the world
I stand in the doorway beckoning them in
Soon the world will weep with joy
When the world has been prepared for rebirth


9. ORDAINED

I bask in the presence of myself
Intermingled with the flesh I came to know
All deceptions have been slowly washed away
The darkness was always myself reflecting back at me
I was always both the carrier and the spore
The alluring scent that brings the insect to the corpse
Coated with its pollen I will bring great change
I will crawl into its flesh and fertilise the world
I was my own fear my own diseased landscape
I feel the wounds and pain of the filth I created
Screaming my own name through the fractures in the world
I was the cipher the letter and I broke myself


10. AWAKENINGS

(Instrumental)