Reverse Baptism
When there is nothing left for us in life, will we fall into what we fear? If for only an instant, just to feel. I can't forgive myself until I know I've suffered and thrown away all that I have, if for only an instant, just to feel. Couldn't it be sweet? In the moments I've lost, someone else could live them as their own, and my soul will be free to sin beautifully as a mortal, and lay down in the stars, as a god.
We are born merely to find the tunnel, for all paths lead to this end. There will a place for you rest along the way, defeated and broken, without answers. So let your faith lead you to failure So let your sorrow comfort the truth, that you are lost, and your secrets will float to the surface. There is a subtle horror in realization, but the faith is unmistakable in the eve of peril, and it's beaming headlights will find you there. Let the dream captivate you, let the necessity consume you. Cling to the light, and welcome enslavement, for in oblivion, liars are saved, only to find the prosperous wealth of aeons, buried beneath the cenotaph and forbidden like a tree, beautiful and burning... We are born merely to find the tunnel as all paths lead to the end. There will be a place for you to rest along the way, for you to defeat and break yourself.
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
I am the child in your memory. You block me out, but I am still there. Haunting your dreams, you block me out, but I am still there. When you are reminded of your sins, just try forget When you are reminded of the pain, just try to forget When you are reminded of your sins, just try to forget When you are reminded of the pain, just try to forget us I am the holiday you miss, you can make believe, but I am still there, stealing your peace. You can block it out, but you still want me... When you are reminded of your sins, just try forget When you are reminded of the pain, just try to forget When you are reminded of your sins, just try to forget When you are reminded of the pain, just try to forget us I'll find you, eventually... eventually...
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
Does a kind god prefer to voyeur? Beneath such pearly splendor the wretched fallen Babylon writhes in agonizing delight, so do you bear witness to his firmament neath the sewers and forgotten graves of mortal utopia? Willing participants, gather and revel! Your chariots are made of sulfur and napalm at the behest of a decadent decree, abysmal terror and dissolution shall be his invitation Holocausts and pathetic fates combined to mime the theater of divinity Lovers will cling and bitterness will dredge the confusion of rivals, yet of these things may none glimpse outward past the curtains hung by the sane I saw the greatest act of compassion, and I saw how it perished beneath the hail and acid from the sky, memoirs of hope from our tender savior
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.