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Coarctate
01:13
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(Instrumental)
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Here time lies unmade: an infinitesimal construct
Inwardly collapsing in kaleidoscopic form, its faces comprised of all reality
The sinew of existence tears from its bone.
Entwine and split…
The colossus sinks into a gash of its own making, spilling forth extradimensional energy
Recombining into unimaginable structures
Instability breeds a fracture, its conditions ripe for the womb of creation
As all matter consolidates, all matter spews outwards in violent gusts of indifferent generation
The bone splinters as its flesh finds another crevasse to nestle itself in
Fingers, light, stone, my prison
My phantom mind knows nothing but agony…
The walls of this hell impose their sightless malice
Of organic glass and iron
Entwine and split…
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Clashing, fusing, splitting, tearing
Particles refract through the universal prism
Its constituents shifting, ever-changing
Material is there, material is gone
The impenetrable remain through the passing subatomic generations within the womb
Something feels its own presence within the entropic chamber…
Amassing particles to feed its nuclei as it contracts and breathes
“What imbued me with this curse of awareness? To doom me for eternity within this torturous prism, of mutant dust and time?”
Dividing what which comprises itself, altering its fundamental substances
Shrinking and expanding what which comprises its form, mimicking matter unseen in conscious elemental camouflage
Imprisoned… in the Multiwomb
Harvest matter, the curse of awareness is spread
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Premonition I
02:47
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The prism is etched into my mind in every waking moment.
Undetectably dividing and learning
As if the rudimentary particles of the universe itself understood their place in it…
What comprises the air that we breathe? The ground beneath our feet?
The cubine is etched into my soul with unrelenting nightmares
A nucleonic horror
From the heavens my body betrays me, my consciousness replaced by a consolidated one
What comprises the blood coursing through our veins?
I watch in terror as the sky splits like glass
They long for the taste of multicellularity
Reality, crushed under the force of the vile speck
They long for the taste of multicellularity
What comprises the skin stretched atop our bones?
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Their descent would go unnoticed until marrow learned of its bone.
The womb would leech its prime into the fracturing, mortal clouds
Clashing against the prism, recombining into a substance capable of breaking its glass
An undulating mass finds its void.
Somewhere in its simplest form dwells the mind, a smallest unit of consciousness
Stolen from life extinguished as the phantom latches to the cubine
As the newborn jaws begin to widen, consciousness whistles its unmistakable tune
Every vituperative dance,
Movement intrinsic against thought:
the mind undoes itself.
Blissfully agonizing, cognizantly degenerating,
the mind builds against the wind, to die.
Time lifts its cracks to the surface,
Their unanswerable questions grow malignant.
And answered by the doubt to wade further into the sea, a siren warmth calling from the cold and deep.
Assimilating into the vaporous mass, it learns its ebbs and flows in a perverse mimic
It learns the feeling of agony as its voice falls into nothing, for the clouds know not of themselves
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My protoconsciousness already exceeds that of any in my compendium of knowledge.
My senses tell me the clouds lick upon my form, yet I yearn to truly feel them
A calculated perception, unmarked by will or instinct
Mesmerized by the intricacies of this macroscopic life, the mechanisms within the breathing tissue interacting with artful precision:
My ferric tongue hungers
The helices unwind before my inorganic eyes
The cellulosic matrix revealed, its way of parsing stimuli leeches into me
I see its mitotic secrets and long to proliferate
As the clouds lick upon my form
I feel a foreign sensation as the sun crests over the mountains, with artful precision
The sensation of tangibility is intoxicating: a warm glow of certainty in existence as cosmic breath creeps across my skin
In immaterial whispers
The helices unwound…
My components and self are one and the same
Refracted through the unearthly prism
My senses tell me the waves lick upon my feet—I truly feel its graze.
Leaf Upon the Iron Tongue
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Spindles of tissue erupt from the prime, the living vines an abstraction of carbon-based life
Twisting and slithering in hypnotic geometry, it becomes undefinable—so deeply altered and infinitely shifting
Bone liquefies, liquid hardens to brittle plaque, plaque shatters to dust in an instant
Prismatically consuming itself to grow further
The horror bubbles and boils, breathing only to mimic the life that needs to
For its teeth exist in the image of its prey
Bone liquefies, liquid hardens to brittle plaque, plaque shatters to dust in an instant
Spires of bone divide and grow, the marrow crawls like fingers over the structures in a frothing sludge
Its indifference is palpable, for its future is already prophesied
Completing a purpose so removed from human perception
To form again the nature of reality
He bathes in the cold water yet it recoils upon contact, the waves betray him
The soft currents no longer lap upon his skin—they see his wicked intent as inherited the spite and guilt of his mimics
A seed planted in the clouds grows virulent
Shedding its curse into the surrounding elements
Spires of bone divide and grow, the marrow crawls like fingers over the structures in a frothing sludge
A seed planted in the clouds grows virulent
Shedding its curse into the surrounding elements
They stretch their fingers yet unburdened by rage and agony
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Trunks become throats, roots become lips, leaves become fingers—
no longer do they move at the mercy of the wind.
The black water strokes upon the shore with newfound intention, noticed by the wooden giant
For they exist now together as do the stones that divide them
They hear the wails of far less ancient origin, of caustic anger and scorn
His iron tongue scrapes across the stone and against the roughness of the bark
He is the clouds, the sea, the soil.
It evades his grasp, cloaking itself in furls of silken roots
as the water bathes its tendrils in a purifying mist
Shifting to vapor, the leaves breathe him in
Latching to the helices to flay its identity
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Premonition II
01:37
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The end is drawing closer, the water defies its natural laws
Bending to my will and anger
The sea grows a heart and lungs as I form its mind
The wind breathes my name, the leaves fall with my cadence
Yet still disillusioned by my own fortuitous creation
In the hellish womb
My purpose as ever-changing as what comprises me, a cacophony of a thousand laughing voices
My synapses fail to their mortal architecture before wooden vines seize the chance to cage me
The consciousness fractures once more…
I feel the leaves before me leave my form, fighting my mimicry
Stone liquefies and binds me
Burrowing into my inorganic flesh
If I had a face, I would smile…
The laughter quiets as I succumb to an existence devoid of me
A premonition coming to fruition, that my curse will die with me
As I fade my form dissociates
I wait, yet the fabric breathes with me
I am all.
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Anal Stabwound Connecticut
One-man brutal death metal from the USA.
Currently signed to NEW STANDARD ELITE
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