The clock ticks
The serpent licks my eye
Throwing fire at the sky
Burning herbs make me high
Beating fist into the bricks
Boredom has become transfixed
Everyone else getting sick
Junkie final fix, sucking on a crucifix
Bewary of all the tricks
The coffins arrived full of relics
Crazy rambles for the future to predict
It All burns away wrapped in sticks
The clock ticks
Post tramatic conflicts

Visited by spirits
Guided written lyrics
Trying find some merit
The bones we all inherit

Esoteric demon near it
Says dont become hysteric
Its a choice to be barberic
Rather we be Mesmeric

A new melody achievable
Destiny is inconceivable
Entropy by defualt irretrievable
The Enitity you are now concievable

A name with a voice
Playing A game of choice
Trying to reclaim and rejoice
Acclaim in pain then devoice

Nothing left but noise,
No more hope
Rusting away
With a halo as a rope
Lusting for death,
With an object to elope

But the will to live is strong
This is not a suicide song
I hope my life is long
Making music smokin bongs

Feeling engrossed
Might Overdose
Seeking a rest
A comatose
Shy of a lethal dose

The substance
Is just a key
With Rustic intuition
You might see
Breaking down the door
Unlesh the roar
The pit is bottomless
Lose concept of the floor
Finding prominence
Its a very diffrent feeling
Before somnolence
Body no longer holds dominance
Anymore
Forgetting the hypothesis
Mad words ejecting vomitus
Hopeless

The voice of Nature calls
Hear her cries bleeding sore
Everything we do leads to gore
Just before the lifeforce starts to bore

The Beauty is natures core
Seduction overides all the petty flaws
Revelations come now within the lore
More Discoveries we just cant ignore

Truths cant be given
They have to be found
Trying to find the perfect answer
Souls go round and round

The wise one points
Towards a new path
But its you whom must
Bare its wrath
Everyone has a diffrent faith
But it takes inner strength
To stand up to the wraith

The sands of time
Always unwind
The hands where given
To never Resign
When Soul and body are two of a kind
Sometimes it takes time
To become Aligned

Stylised the nonsense
Influence the subconscience
An never ending constant
Hynoticed by vortex
Making life so complexed
Losing all correspondence
By refusing to be unconcious
Find a new sense of province
Or be grinded into human mince

Rephrase if needed
Dont get stuck on repeating
Broken records aint needed
Woken to ears bleeding
A waiting room
With endless seating
Duration unknown
Silence on the phone
Tyrants now dethroned
Nothing more brutal then
An endless dismal moan
All attempts are futile
Left behind in a
Friendless abysmal zone
Now we Roam
Body parts in styrofoam
Delivered to the funeral home
A blue monochrome
A mind left all alone

Chaos 9 is now divine
A tragedy in our time
So sad to see you go
You made our inner demons glow

Universe is being formatted
Officious Spatiality
Born

Univers is being formatted
Curruptted spirituality
Thorn

Universe is being formatted
Vicious fatality
Mourn

Universe is being formatted
Shifting reality
Gone