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Summits of Despondency
1. Kill Your Inner Cop
I watch you exploit the rights some dipshit gave to you. No purpose in life - a job for fools.You are like cancer, a nasty disease, an unwelcome guest to my slumber party. I have seen you - violent and cold. Laughing while killing - cash for murder. Entitled to pacify, to serve and to protect. You are no friend of mine, you are the pest. Representing fear - the (long) arm of the law. Who are you behind that mask? Just a tool for fascist believes? A sorry excuse for a man. They can’t beat us all. They won’t silence us. Look into their faces - they are bleak of fear. Nice and obedient, standing in line - authoritarian mercenaries. I have no respect for your line of work. You are traitors to me and to human ideals. Frontline rats - disposable. Baton swinging robots.
2. Inferno
I hunger for damnation, I want your world to turn into dust. War inside my head, hunkered down inside my cell - I won’t face another jaded day. Redefine, magnify, purify all thats left of this psychotic husk. Paralyzed with fear, there’s only terror in our hearts. I despise what I will become. (and) all that I wanted from this life - taken from me, shattered into pieces. The more I feed on your way of life, the more I sink into your golden tomb. My inner world plagued by your foul disease. Relentless abomination - everything you preach is a broken promise. Worn and torn, a lifetime of abuse, blindfolded by the endless hunger. Everything turns black, everything turns white and nothing matters - I die
3. Final Hour
You’ve reached the end, the abyss, the barren fields - your life torn asunder. You’ve reached the peak, the final hour, you are doomed to adapt. In their world, this realm of blame - guilty as charged, feed on their hate. Pushed to the edge and laughed upon, the dregs will prevail over you. You’ll never fit into their social grid - in sync with the herd. Brought to your knees and spat upon - this system will swallow you whole. Onward to death - hope has forsaken you. Pushed aside - no one there to give a shit. Drenched in shame - there is only pity to keep you warm. You are to blame for thinking that you could run from this. With all dreams and wishes gone what will you consume in these endless nights? Dust and forgotten flesh - the pleasures of the servants. Damned to rejoice, gone is the burden of truth. This new life has taken all lively from you. Compensation now is your only friend. Depravation - welcome the descent.
4. Praising the Realm of Loss
I burned the bridges left behind. Your mortal warmth just fading pride. All your efforts to numb the pain - a dying wish to remain. Waking hours spent in denial, longing for a state not so vile. Closing ranks - the path of fear. A brutish move to dodge the spear. Where are we going when there is nowhere left to go? When all we long for is isolation and celestial tranquility? Where will our paths take us when all these social duties have filled us up and made us numb? At the end of the road to serenity will life be worth living? In our dependency, we proclaim the realm of loss. Our togetherness may just be (a) social weakness. I live to be free from the herd but let’s be honest I’m as human as I could be. I wish I could breach the social code - turn away, stay away from all you maggots. Every and then this urge it cripples me. solitude is divine - people are poison. Feed me with your nonsense until I am fat and dull. In silence, I dwell - ashes to ashes. Rise above - all alone means back together. Save yourself from your bitter self. Rise above the awkwardness of life. Tell the truth - I can’t be without you.
5. The Burden of Hope Part I
6. The Burden of Hope Part II
At the end of this dying storm we’ve just become strangers. And the fire that once purged the earth vanished and became so obsolete. How time fades - like it was nothing.I descend from our heaven, the kingdom of our hearts. All that we had in common - a blast from the past. And so it ends - this golden time of affinity. Our bond, a fragile structure. I know you too well and still know nothing about you. Whatever happened to us - stored in our memories. I (still) feel the wind in our hair, the moments when we were close. All these hours spent in unison. I never thought that I could be without you. And so we’ve reached the sky of our own demise. Everything I saw in you gone and lost forever.
7. Razed Eden
Look to the sky, ichor of heavens. Underneath its burning shroud we are hidden away. Festering wounds, crusted and sore - skywards hives, all these centuries have taught us nothing. Endless domination, this ancient war. Another paradise - crushed in our grasp. Tears of misery, shed in regret. Eternal punishment - desolation. Harvested screams, relentless extinction - this world is dying. Hellspawned putrification, perdition alight. Look to the sky, stained pariah, this is as black as it gets. Come dawn, bring us the comfort of sleep - this jaded virtue. Strangled in disgrace, purged from the soil, detached from all lively. We are the vermin that pester the lands. We are the (true) bringers of chaos. Risen to shine, constructed to consume - we’re dull and lifeless. Bringers of death (are) proclaiming the end. Gasping for air but all is polluted - collapse is certain. Apostles of hope, alone and helpless. We are forsaken and this is your abyss.
8. Abysm of Existence
The circle is complete, now I am the enemy. Trapped in my shattered husk, now I will suffocate. A life of lies where nothing means a thing, born into madness. I recall the pillars of the past, monuments of failure. I recall butchering myself to fit in with all you rats. There will be no peace, there will be no justice. All I know is this hunger for salvation. I foresee the end, the end of this damnation. All I ever wanted is to be free. Rest assured it will come to this, I will dwell in silence. Day after day, the same repetition. I gaze starwards, while I wither. No mortal triumphs will echo in these halls of steel. So bitter, so futile, the collapse is all I see. I bear the scars of your hollow world, pulled apart and fed to this nothingness.
9. ...of Dying
I know what it is like to lose clarity. Everything is caught in a blinding haze. In this blur of pettiness the days are passing by. The paradise of time and space - a paradox gone to waste. All these years, roads to ruin - led astray. Time and time again closer to the end.Designed to fade - living and dying. Begotten to behave according to no plan. I remain a vessel of mortality - fugitive of my useless dreams. I remain until the end has come. No more life, no more short cuts. I watched you from afar and so did you. Waiting for the end of everything. I’m watching dissolve as we grew older. I’m counting the days of this fucking life. All the times I wanted to die have led me to today. No words will warn you of the pain. No love can save you from yourself. no bond is strong enough to last. No wish is granted to undo your fate
10. Denazification
Praise the end and undermine all reason. Your darkest days - estrangement from believing. From below, they bring in the hated. All your traditions - obsolete/outdated. For so long you have been living amongst us. And it seems the hatred has never left your heads. Broken and blinded, this system has favored you. And in this darkness, you’re getting ready to let go. With empty eyes you gaze into the eastern sun. blood and soil - the realm of defeat. All your strength is just flesh and bones. Here is to obedience and your downfall. Noone learned thing, you’re all just bystanders in this mess. Watching from afar while time is running out. The same ignorance, the same paralyzing fear. There is no excuse for your ignorance. In all your shallowness who do you turn to? The voices of those who preach total hatred will sing this (old) song until they are parched and hoarse. It is those that listen that will bring the tide. You better wake up and get this right. Broken condition - the father shuts his eyes. Agencies of terror, created to patronize.you long for tradition, won’t stray from your path. Don’t hide your racism behind your righteous wrath. Your moral offense - the gaze that stares back into you. Obliged to shelter your backward leaning world view. The wind is turning, it is turning towards you. Behind the mask you should shiver. Bound to your demise, you stay true to failure. Endless human hate fed with populism.
11. Monotony of Anguish
Scraping along on these wasted dreams. All thats left for is waiting for dying. Coalesced with this idea of freedom - well there is no place for this in this phony world. and as the seasons faded throughout the years I have lost my will to hold it all together. The bearing of life has become the sword that will ultimately finish me. Devastation of the mind - capitalism will murder us. Recreation halted because of greed. In our suffering we’re left to breed and bleed. And within the nightmare that is our world I have made my choice to become your enemy. And so I live beside you in disguise. Agonized with fear - waiting to arise. I’m no human being - merely a husk. I have embraced the end to go on with life. There is no love that fuels me. No warmth with ín my grasp. I’m a sorry image of existence. Ironical how things turn out. So comical but bitter. I hoped to be free from you. From all your drama. From all your bigotry. I wanted this to be worthwhile. Now I’m stuck in here, in this fucking role. I watch the days go by from my concrete cell. Entrenched in bitterness - no one left to call a friend.
12. Monolith
An empire lies bare and burdened. Built with betrayal - adopted chaos. The sickness within, succumbing the scorn. So pure and virtuous, we’re left to weather.The squalls will endure while their shrines crumble in darkness. The affliction of man - a poisonous dagger. Corrupted existence, humbled and lost we walk this earth. Pathways into our downfall, these endless roads will wear us down. And in our squalor, we have come to terms with our broken selves. No longer will we stay still and silent. No longer will w choke on cowardice. Amidst this dying world I sense a chance for redemption. When all the towers will fall and we submit to our withering grace, we could ascend from the endless ruins. From this corroding conceit into a life of togetherness.
Our names left in the dust, unworthy to be bound to us. Chasm of jaded pride, there is no truth in our midst. (and) in our lifetime will we do things that matter? Will we prove essential to our own persistence? Will we look back in content in our final hour?
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