The Heartwork EP

Works of art, painted black Magniloquent, bleeding dark Monotonous palate, murky spectrum, grimly unlimited Food for thought, so prolific In contrasting shades, forcely fed Abstraction, so choking, so provocative A canvas to paint, to degenerate Dark reflections - degeneration A canvas to paint, to denigrate Dark reflections, of dark foul light Profound, aesthetic beauty Or shaded, sensary corruption Perceptions, shattered, splintered, mirroring In deft taints, diluted, tinted Spelt out, in impaired colour Denigrating, going to paints to pain - not a pretty picture Works of heart bleeding dark Black, magniloquent art Monotonous palate, murky spectrum, grimly unlimited Prolific food for thought Contrasting, fed with force Abstraction, so choking, so provocative Bleeding works of art Seething work so dark Seering words from the heart

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 23, 2025

[Music: Steer] [Lyrics: Walker] The spirit distilled, the soul is bought. The D.N.A. split, the virus is caught. The germination of reproduction, Complex patterns of genetic devolution. The die is cast. Birth, copulation, and death. Is this your life? Birth, copulation, and death. Is this the meaning of life? Is this the genesis of devolution? The die is cast. Birth, copulation, and death. Is this your life? Birth, copulation, and death. Is this the meaning of life? [lead - Steer] Birth, copulation, and death. Is this your life? Birth, copulation, and death. Is this the meaning... Birth, copulation, and death. Is this your life? Birth, copulation, and death.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 23, 2025

Can you smell the rot? As opportunity knocks. The foul stench of success. This carcass in decay, Well past it's sell-by date. This time the fall comes before the pride. The chameleon's changed its shade, But the same old song, to the same old tune is played. Falling to the bait, But the song still sounds the same. Let's rot ...C'mon, rot! This carcass in decay, Tell me, can you smell the rot? [lead - Steer] The chameleon's changed its shade, But the same old song, to the same old tune is played. Kill me, it's unbrave But the song remains the same. Let's rot, let's rot ...C'mon, rot! Commiserations or celebrations of a rejuvenation? Commiserations or celebrations of a rejuvenation?

Submitted by BloodShrine — Nov 07, 2025