Terminal

Burning through Ignite the visible A disowned and disposed place Transparent white sound Almost seen Ignite the visible Illusion raw and black Exposed narcosis A distant impression The truth transfixed

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

My mind circulates Thoughts of passing Discolored and dry Terrified Bled of connection Voiceless Dejected Without definition I'll be no one To obliterate the mind's invention I'll surrender to mouthing affirmations Helpless in my own severance Eaten up by my own thoughts Dangerous in my ignorance Deep in my dead revolving dream Mourning my body Dull and frail I'll be no one

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

We can't endure We face what you can't heal All trust is lost You refuse to sacrifice We all suffer Ordain the end You refuse to change your nature We all suffer Convert me to your truth This lived This happened We tried, we failed Ordain the end We all suffer

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

We are the epidemic Our complacent God ridden family You hold me fixed Like a corpse Inanimate The quiet leech You hold me Like a loving fear The quiet leech Draining, draining The emotional trench Swollen Our dream Undoing ourselves in His design

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

No lyrics have been submitted for this track yet.

Through the witness Relive repressed Tremor Disturbance The vitality of fear Open and afraid Confront sickness and misery Look deeply into disaster Fight the sense of self Everything lets go Into everything else Reaction slows reflex Impulse absorbed Open Unaffected existence Descend deeply Dissolve the unreal Look deeply into disaster Dissolve the unreal

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

At war With the crowd The power to rule Internal manipulation At war with Authority Every man and woman Raised to cower By abuse By withholding of love Nothing is worth autonomy Nothing is worth dignity The crowd became a voice For the psyche The crowd became a voice For superficial want Of contempt Emotional wreckage Swallowed depression The crowd became a voice Of jealousy Dissatisfaction By abuse We were made to cower To be less Than who we are To be less Than truth

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025