Atop the wicked walls of true sight
Lies the infant horror we share.
And dies the common ground we earned.
For we searched far and wide.
Through the filth,
Crossed the blight,
Propagate.
In our conjuration of the depths
The quivering motion
Of the convulsing hand
Flickers the ashen tale.
The sound of truth rings hollow
Where are no eyes to taste it.
And the depths came ashore,
Forsaken crevice unheard.
The mirage of senses bites into the bones of the unseen mother.
Its cry crept along the coast.
The mirage of senses bites into the meat
And it teaches us how to die.
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PSA: if there was an album you heard a couple years ago and thought it was ok, listen to it again and you might love it.
That's what happened to me with this album. I cannot fathom why it didn't stick with me back then. Same thing happened with Decoherence's Unitarity for that matter. Matten