Altered States of Consciousness
This track is instrumental.
Crunching numbers. High alert for a columned madness Drive in the guilt Drive in the sanity It has been taken from us. We will not get through this... We must not close our eyes Life is no longer precious. The mind is a cannibal... We must not close our eyes. The colossal individuals made to perform. Stay alert. All seems so normal at first. Then the words slowly creep through the cracks. Paranoia grabs hold... The clamping. Stay awake. Transform what must be done. The divine eye watching this devastation. The process documented. The end of us documented. Our lives discontented. Filled lungs... An unearthly experience. Creep in our worlds... Dissolve intelligence. Taking us to our outermost existence Stay awake! Pulling hairs, pulling teeth. Nothing is enough. Slide down your eyes. Take in your death. Nothing can motivate this natural reaction to life. My grasp digs deeper... Cut it deeper. The process documented. The end of us documented. Our lives discontented A casual existence Creeping angled nails dig in like sand. The organ welcomed to the outside world Corrupted oxygen grabbing hold of my lungs... Stay awake And smile
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
This track is instrumental.
This track is instrumental.
Crunching numbers. High alert for a columned madness Drive in the guilt Drive in the sanity It has been taken from us. We will not get through this... We must not close our eyes Life is no longer precious. The mind is a cannibal... We must not close our eyes. The colossal individuals made to perform. Stay alert. All seems so normal at first. Then the words slowly creep through the cracks. Paranoia grabs hold... The clamping. Stay awake. Transform what must be done. The divine eye watching this devastation. The process documented. The end of us documented. Our lives discontented. Filled lungs... An unearthly experience. Creep in our worlds... Dissolve intelligence. Taking us to our outermost existence Stay awake! Pulling hairs, pulling teeth. Nothing is enough. Slide down your eyes. Take in your death. Nothing can motivate this natural reaction to life. My grasp digs deeper... Cut it deeper. The process documented. The end of us documented. Our lives discontented A casual existence Creeping angled nails dig in like sand. The organ welcomed to the outside world Corrupted oxygen grabbing hold of my lungs... Stay awake And smile
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.