1. INTROSPECTION I

(nstrumental)


2. CONDEMNED TO A LIFE OF GRIEF

Reflections of the past
Bring new life to old wounds
Lacerations to psyche
Infected with resentment, and then hollowed out
Forced to suffer alone
Cries for help minimized by those I loved the most
Not worthy of the air I breathe
Or this broken flesh, condemned to a life of grief

In this cursed existence
Not one solace or one drug to ease the pain
Longing to fade away
To be forgotten as I rot in a six foot hole
To be embraced by the warmth of black
Numbness, penetrate, and rest this weary mind
Not worthy of the air I breathe
Or this broken flesh, condemned to a life of grief

Spiraling downward into naught
As all hope begins to die
Inching ever deeper
Towards absolute ruin

Deeper
Deeper
Deeper
Deeper
Down

Encased in vitriolic torment
Catatonic and fixed in eternal sullen gaze
Wrapped in its caustic embrace
Through which my body withers


3. IN THIS EMPTY SPACE

The noose cradled in divine light
Beckons me, beckons me
Prayers finally answered
In pendulous salvation
A permanent end
To a troubled beginning
A favour for mankind
A demise most sublime

Leave me in the dirt
To be devoured by insects
Finally given purpose
In my transcendence into oblivion
No mark left upon this world
My insignificance forever forgotten
No longer a fucking burden
On those close to me

Barely breathing as the rope indents my throat
And I vomit forth my essence alongside blood and bile
As my brain is deprived of oxygen
My mind is finally at peace

Bask in the grandeur of the nothingness
The end of a life so meaningless
Devoid of all feeling in this empty space
But the comfort of knowing that this is my final resting place

Free from all pain endure in this life
Moving away from the dark and turning ever towards the light
Free from all pain endured in this life
Moving away from the dark and turning ever towards the light


4. INTROSPECTION II

(Instrumental)


5. WHERE NO WARMTH IS FOUND

Traversing fields of misery
A plane of existence where no warmth is found
Endless abyss unfolds before me
Projected by the demons to which I am bound
A cold betrayal
Regurgitates bleak perception
A claw around the ankle to pull me back down
A futile attempt to attain higher ground

Truth contorted with malintention
And spat upon my ashes by venomous tongues
Conflagration meant to ignite disgust
The last of my hopes turned to smoldering dust
Dragged further into my hole of a head
Alone, suffocated by feelings of dread
A paralyzing fear of everyday life
And fixation on the fact that I'm better off dead

No need for sympathy
For I've found comfort in my own downfall
No point in recovery
My mind has been scarred, my solace destroyed
I wander aimlessly
All but a shell of my former self
Empty and cold, with no true purpose
Await the exhale of my last breath

Stuck inside this place between
Not wanting to live but too afraid to die
Release from the pain that has ravaged my bones
To finally feel warmth within my unmarked tomb

Reach through empty space
In search of an escape
Closed in walls of black
So cold, so alone
Within despondency
I decay eternally
The path that I have tread
Leads where no warmth is found


6. AS BLACK FORMS FROM GREY

Alone I dwell in this worthless mass of skin and bones
A gangrenous vessel, left in ruins, that I begrudgingly call my home
Thrown into existence without so much as an ounce of consent
A failure in every sense of the word, such has become my source of lament

Eternity spent in dissociation, locked within ponderance and reverie
Jaws of distorted reality, whose grip I may never escape
In this maw of reclusion, with only my thoughts as company
I collapse within mysеlf in sempiternal misery

Free mе from this mortal coil
Such that I may find eternal sleep
I've dug my own grave, within which I must now lay
This noose shall tighten as black forms from grey

Lost in the shadows of my mind

Here I stand, indulgent in my own misery
Victim of vices, devoid of virtue
The comfort I've found in total isolation
Has begun to gnaw at every aching fiber of my being
An echo chamber of guilt, grief, and dreams of death
From which hope and light are drained
The place where I once found solace now reflects my broken spirit
Separated from reality by blinding chasmic infinity
Set me free

Endless plight
I cannot bear to suffer more
Absent light
Caught within this teething maw
Take me where
I may never hear a sound
Spirits rise
As I'm laid into the ground


7. AWAKE INTO ETERNAL SLUMBER

Lifeless and cold
Wrapped in Death's tender embrace
Covered in sores, infested with mold
Embodiment of total disgrace
The scars of perdition
Encompass broken glass
Shards of clouded cognition
Pierce my frame en revolting masse
And create ouroboric lesions
Pain that only grows larger
Sends me further down
To a hole from which I'll never escape
A fate well-deserved
A battlе fought to its bitter end
Wounds that time should havе healed
Shall remain forever open

Will I awake into eternal slumber?
Or will I remain
Ash in realms of stone icons
Which stand high above my withered frame?
Will I awake into eternal slumber?
Or will I remain
Ash in realms of stone icons
Which stand high above my withered frame?

Life's purpose obfuscated
I've relinquished control
Blindfolded as I'm led
Through chasm into sheltered crypt

I've drowned in agony
Only to resurface
And behold the pneuma
In longing reflection
The mirror's gaze cuts deep
Into these hypoxic veins
Only in death will I grasp
The scope of my obsolescence
This emptiness fills voids within voids

This emptiness shall remain until I'm whole
Until I'm whole again
Until I'm whole
Until I'm whole again
Until I'm whole
Until I'm whole again
Until I'm whole
Until I'm whole again
Until I'm whole
Until I'm whole again
Until I'm whole
Until I'm whole again
Until I'm whole

Collapse
As the reality sets in
That I am no longer myself
Relapse
My fortress comes crashing down
After aeons in sanctuary
Years spent numb have made me realize
That only in death will I truly feel alive

Will I awake into eternal slumber?
Or will I remain
Ash in realms of stone icons
Which stand high above my withered frame?

If this is truly the end
And there is no more to see
Release me from these shackles
Such that I may be set free
A life devoid of all purpose
One that must not continue
Shall be reduced to ash
And will never start anew

As I bid farewell
I let the last of my blood
To become no more
To, at last, feel nothing
When I transcend form
Let my memory fade to naught
As if I never existed
And despair will start to disappear