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• Artiste: The Axis Of Perdition
• Titre: Disturbance in the Perpetual Screen
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[Lyrics in parethesis are part of the written lyrics, but do not appear in the finished song] I, wide asleep at 00:13 or so it seems As my eyes roll back to inspect the optic nerves The walls breathe with my exhalation (Disgorging our insects to unravel your world) My skin attempts to flee A technological trail of vomit, blood and sperm Snakes toward the rotten core Maggots swaying to the rhythm of the universe Tear my fingernails out from their tombs Underversal architecture unfolding The sky is pooling on the floor A star or two screams abuse at my face Reach down and pluck a thorn from my side The placenta next to her upon the floor Incapacitated? (A naked thought, incandesant and burning Primal like the sun, nuclear Will power beaten into submission Instinct rise in domination The insects are gathering to watch intensively Creator of maggots rises, writhing and spitting Pulls me down and in Burrow into rotten flesh, vomiting and twisted in ecstasy ) Teasing amplitudes of nothingness Spun from the unreality chambers I visualize deconstruction as the paramount of my fears Who was this place? Interjections of god, trapped in its own creation (The unbeliever reels) Intelligent equations decimate divinity (Formulated infusions of horror) (Peering in they are pleased The torment of the individual Their weapon of mass destruction is the creation of new paradigms No one saw it coming save the sightless messiah) (And who gave it credence? Who stopped to pay attention to a warning of cataclysm) (No one) (And now the end is here and no more cards can be played) You have no one to blame but yourselves for your weak hand (No one.)