…On the Subject of Mortality

Grasping in the dark cold hands, the voiceless phantom mythed in torn pages of a decomposing tome. The pages wither like burned flowers in a summer drought, they fall into dust while questions arise in perpetual wanderlust. Of unanswered questions and empty gestures, mandrake saviors and eyes sewn shut. This living in fear, fear of freedom Fear of letting go, letting go of things. Letting go of things! The novice angel's somber strings, fear of letting go, letting go of things. Golden gates and choirs of angels sing praises to a heavenly host who's overlooked in arrogance the true majesty of the world. There is no God, there is no God, there is no God in buildings. There is no God, there is no God, there is no God in buildings... Forever wanting more when the table buckles from building plates so overfilled with the beauty of this world. This divisive, cunning method of control! Ignorance, oblivion, ungratefulness and greed. Choirs of angels singing praises to a heavenly host who's overlooked in arrogance the true majesty of the world. There is no God, there is no God, there is no God in buildings. There is no God, there is no God, there is no God in buildings... "The unwise man thinks that he ay will live if from fighting he flees, but the ails and aches of old age dog him though spears have spared him. Hail the victorious Death!" Death is my final gift, the leaves that fall nourish the soil with their decomposition. And the oak will feed its soul from itself again, and the world thrives, relish the wilderness There are no forests in your Heaven, there are no forests in your Heaven. Relish the wilderness! There are no forests in your Heaven, there are no forests in your Heaven. There are no forests in your Heaven because Heaven is within. Heaven is within!

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

There's so much pressure to just keep breathing, I'm not sure my heart will keep beating. All the things I have labored for they may fall into nothing if I'm not here to see. I'm not here to see the end! What will become of me when I become the Autumn leaves, when all that's left of me is a shell and the world moves on without me? Will I die tonight, Will I die tonight, will I forever sleep? Will my mother weep, will you remember me, will you remember me? Will I die tonight, Will I die tonight, will I forever sleep? Will my mother weep, will you remember me, will you remember me? "The unwise man waketh all night, thinking of this and that, tosses, sleepless, and is tired at morn: nor lighter for that is load." I exist in fear so in a way I am not alive. This foe I cannot conquer, it is my own demise. I am terrified and I don't want to die. This world is so beautiful, I want to be alive. I want to be alive! I am terrified and I don't want to die. This world is so beautiful, I want to be alive.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

The institution of your faith is not worth dying for, not worth living for, worth crying for. You want us on our knees not only to pray but to be enslaved, we cannot fight when we can't stand. You've locked us in a cage, taught us to be afraid to be free. To be free! The institution of your faith is not worth dying for, not worth living for, worth crying for. You want us on our knees not only to pray but to be your slaves, we cannot fight when we can't stand. You've locked us in a cage, taught us to be afraid to be free. We are told of visions by those who cannot see, we are told to listen by those who cannot hear. We are given salvation based on terror and fear, denied this life for a day dream in red letters and gold trimmed pages. Gold trimmed pages! One nations ethnocentric perception of god cannot be the only end. Your internecine is supported by scripture, it's the only credibility your willing to lend: Lies to support lies...

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

We search so hard in vain when the answers hold our hands. They fill our bellies, they drench the sand they pour from the sky their thunders roar. We still search for answers, we must search no more! Disregard dogma, we've no need to kneel again unless to feel the earth to drink from the streams again. Drink from the streams again! Divinity in the forest drenching the night sky. Present in all things that grow, the Gods as an archetype. I saw the gods in the eyes of my father on the last day he waved goodbye. I saw the Gods starring at the night-sky with a friend standing on lake ice. I saw God in the eyes of my nephew just minutes after his birth and I saw the Gods at the end of Sumbel when an emptied horn made flames burst! I see the Gods, I see God...

Submitted by SerpentEve — Nov 16, 2025

For Holly and Ed, we love and miss you so much! - Jack and Austin This loss of all innocence, the hands that guard us often wither and leaving us so exposed. Naked to the wolves, away from our fathers and mothers who once sheltered us from the terror of the world. Who will hold us now that they have gone? Left to be embraced by fear and loss whose gentle hands rock us to sleep, singing vicious lullabies to us. The grim reminder of all we have lost, of our fallen kin, the innocence lost. So we turn within, grown into adults and longing to be children again just to hear your voice once more. Just to hear your voice once more... We saw the hands of the Gods that day, in quick wings held steady. A gaze across time, a last goodbye and hope took flight. We may never see your face again but I know you haven't left us. Your work lives on in me, your heart live on in me. The current ran against our feet, another loss to nourish, the river you became. Rich earth contains memories of past days, the soil that embraced you and seeds for future hopes. The air I breath again, the cycle spins on! Neither lost nor forgotten with sun shining down, we walk within you in the day. We sleep beneath you in the night and remember you all of our lives. Our lives, all of our lives. Our lives, all of our lives.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025