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Dissociative Amnesia
03:09
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The grill and the flames, they eat the child
Breathing in one of my own
Purest thoughts, bleeding repugnance, now so disembodied
Piercing screams, they’ve turned to ashes
It’s innocence floats around the flesh, the cough that snapped the spine
Open mind of inner side I go
This vile perception persuades to every thought
Ailing, lurid, morbid
An object, that’s all
As maggots remove the memories, the psyche left a fiend, a fiend
The side I go takes several kills, but the sanctuary pleads, hum inside a doll, fulfills
The crawl of an infant was the instant
The flames show me
Eat all the pills etched with X.I and D
Propane persuades now, in the grill, in the fire
Sick
Ashamed
Reflect
In case the silence radiates while death just sits, insist my tunes be played with a bladed bow on my wrist
Lacerate
Tears fall upon ashes to these awakened hands
And yet while I am…fixated on
The ashes result in a fetal position
The ashes, in a soup to swallow
Shades go deeper, reflection is impossible
And the walls I know of, they don’t even exist
Only to find my psychotic thoughts start wondering
In purgatory, Stygian psychosis
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Anhedonic Vessel
02:34
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It’s the feeling that abandons the body
Words which they ramble have a distinguishing mute
Depleted all the colors of life
The willingness, faded
Fade
The expressions has seized
To a motionless plastic
It’s a numbness
Weighing deep and it comes with every breath
In a still time
The glass separates you and I
Merely a shelled apparatus
Cased with only lunacy
Going through all the motions
Vacancy is settling in
The frequency and randomness torments every bit of sanity
Where time becomes unbearable and so grievously daunting
The figment of thoughts lack the grip and spawns a despondent realm
Exhale the decaying winds will let the air rot out my mouth.
Claim to my own hypothesis is as empty as my eyes can see
Facial features melt off their face
The skulls I see mean nothing to me
Dividing
The words
And thoughts
No senses
Senses failing
Melancholy in a vacant somberness
The reality structure of it all
Has no worth nor purpose to sustain a soul
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