Disgraced Emanations From a Tranquil State
The weight of nothing Too much for it to take To kill itself Our only escape Cinching Closer Binding Swaying The absence of space Choking Reality disgraced The noose of nous Fractures bone Seth must strangle For us to atone No one to answer to Barbelo fucked in vain All the guilt melts away Reining realms with disdain Cruel hand for vengeance to the faithful and the mourned Separation the final stage Killing to create The one Sees the way Enacted Prophecy Repentless Demise Remorseless ghost Insanity Filled with hope Die!!!
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jul 05, 2026
Embracing nothingness That is waking life Assign its meaning To all signs Loneliness projects Fantastic forms Rumination Scorn Elusive lucidness Consciousness annealed Continual Force Death A source Revival Begin again Again Now! Reaching for the beyond Strains of pleasure No connection to god World soul severed Laying hatred Seeping through the skin Connecting flesh To the one No one can save me To escape from now In silence I endure Starvation The healing hunger It burns my soul Polarity of parables Sephirots implode The self propelled (Into a manic episode) Eclipsed Emanations of the soul Weakened Precipice of death Embrace The emptiness awaits Temptations of the weak To exercise control
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jul 05, 2026
Black descent into midnight water Limen of the stars Oasis of fear Hands up towards the laughing serpent, Caustic miasma rises from tar Perceived shapes conceived by galvanic branches Jutting towards the heavens Seeking deprivation (from sensory reality) But even int eh vast profound depth of flawed design all hearts have puppet strings Aeolian barrage of earthly retribution, Payment for consciousness Just to fear the apparition, the creature of sensory aberrations For without, there would be no awakening 'from without' Without, there would be no limit to exceed Realm of the senses External world Causation inferred Blur the lines Of what ends and begins Mysteries From head to toe But even in the vast profound depth of flawed design all hearts have puppet strings For without, there would be no awakening 'from without' FROM WITHOUT
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jul 05, 2026
Open and clean Wretched cavity Of awareness Baptized in fright The stare of control Piercing Unperturbed Hiding behind Shadow Separate self The one is false Meaningless Trite Forced to see Its existence Coping with reality With loving hatred A will To recreate The same existence It suffers from Balance maintained Repeating patterns It can't let go Self inflicted misery Forced to be The reason it believes Victim of Its own making Unfettered force of sound In the path of the storm Yaldabaoth rejoice In the one's suffering Reoccurring refuge In a time lapse of thought I die again
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jul 05, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jul 05, 2026
Release From the Circles of time Parameters undefined It bleeds between Tissue and bone Pulsing Over and over Release Anxious energy Filling the field of life Casting out fear Release From the Moment inside Unwavering Constant refrain Shed this skin Of false thoughts Realization Of the projected world Eradicated ego Rebirth of soul Fortified by the fire Of experience (Without God: Blackheim) So far from evil So far from good Only concepts of sound So far from evil So far from good Only constructs of the word Expel the notion Of my god Realize true nature Expel the notion Of any thought Reborn in each breath
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jul 05, 2026