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01. Introspection I

Music by Kyle Walburn
[Instrumental]

02. Condemned To A Life Of Grief

Music & lyrics by Kyle Walburn
Reflections of the past
Bring new life to old wounds
Lacerations to psyche
Infected with resentment,
And then hollowed out
Forced to suffer alone
Cries for help minimized
By those I loved the most
Not worthy of the air I breathe
Or this broken flesh,
Condemned to a life of grief

In this cursed existence
Not one solace
Or one drug to ease the pain
Longing to fade away
To be forgotten
As I rot in a six foot hole
To be embraced
By the warmth of black
Numbness, penetrate,
And rest this weary mind
Not worthy of the air I breathe
Or this broken flesh,
Condemned to a life of grief

Spiraling downward into naught
As all hope begins to die

Inching ever deeper
Towards absolute ruin

Deeper...
Deeper...
Deeper...
Down...

Encased in vitriolic torment
Catatonic
And fixed in eternal sullen gaze
Wrapped
In its caustic embrace
Through which
My
Body
Withers...

03. In This Empty Space

Music & lyrics by Kyle Walburn
The noose cradled in divine light
Beckons me, beckons me
Prayers finally answered
In pendulous salvation
A permanent end
To a troubled beginning
A favour for mankind
A demise most sublime

Leave me in the dirt
To be devoured by insects
Finally given purpose
In my transcendence into oblivion
No mark left upon this world
My insignificance forever forgotten
No longer a fucking burden
On those close to me

Barely breathing
As the rope indents my throat
And I vomit forth my essence
Alongside blood and bile
As my brain is deprived of oxygen
My mind is finally at peace

Bask in the grandeur
Of the nothingness
The end of a life so meaningless
Devoid of all feeling
In this empty space
But the comfort of knowing
That this is my final resting place

Free from all pain
Endure in this life
Moving away from the dark
And turning ever towards the light

04. Introspection II

Music by Kyle Walburn
[Instrumental]

05. Where No Warmth Is Found

Music by Kyle Walburn & Brandon J. Iacovella
Lyrics by Kyle Walburn
Traversing fields of misery
A plane of existence
Where no warmth is found
Endless abyss unfolds before me
Projected by the demons
To which I am bound
A cold betrayal
Regurgitates bleak perception
A claw around the ankle
To pull me back down
A futile attempt
To attain higher ground

Truth contorted with malintention
And spat upon my ashes
By venomous tongues
Conflagration
Meant to ignite disgust
The last of my hopes
Turned to smoldering dust
Dragged further
Into my hole of a head
Alone, suffocated by feelings of dread
A paralyzing fear of everyday life and
Fixation on the fact
That I'm better off dead

No need for sympathy
For I've found comfort
In my own downfall
No point in recovery
My mind has been scarred,
My solace destroyed
I wander aimlessly
All but a shell of my former self
Empty and cold, with no true purpose
Await the exhale of my last breath

Stuck inside this place between
Not wanting to live
But too afraid to die
Release from the pain
That has ravaged my bones
To finally feel warmth
Within my unmarked tomb

Reach through empty space
In search of an escape

Closed in walls of black
So cold... so alone...

Within despondency
I decay eternally

The path that I have tread
Leads where no warmth is found

06. As Black Forms From Grey

Music by Kyle Walburn & Brandon J. Iacovella
Lyrics by Kyle Walburn
Alone I dwell
In this worthless mass of skin and bones
A gangrenous vessel, left in ruins,
That I begrudgingly call my home
Thrown into existence without so
Much as an ounce of consent
A failure in every sense of the word,
Such has become my source of lament

Eternity spent in dissociation, locked
Within ponderance and reverie
Jaws of distorted reality,
Whose grip I may never escape
In this maw of reclusion,
With only my thoughts as company
I collapse within mysеlf
In sempiternal misery

Free mе from this mortal coil
Such that I may find eternal sleep
I've dug my own grave,
Within which I must now lay
This noose shall tighten as black
Forms from grey

Lost in the shadows of my mind

Here I stand,
Indulgent in my own misery
Victim of vices, devoid of virtue
The comfort I've found
In total isolation
Has begun to gnaw
At every aching fiber of my being

An echo chamber of guilt, grief,
And dreams of death
From which hope
And light are drained
The place where I once found solace
Now reflects my broken spirit
Separated from reality by blinding
Chasmic infinity

Set me free

Endless plight
I cannot bear to suffer more
Absent light
Caught within this teething maw

Take me where
I may never hear a sound
Spirits rise
As I'm laid into the ground

07. Awake Into Eternal Slumber

Music & lyrics by Kyle Walburn
Lifeless and cold
Wrapped in Death's tender embrace
Covered in sores, infested with mold
Embodiment of total disgrace

The scars of perdition
Encompass broken glass
Shards of clouded cognition
Pierce my frame en revolting masse

And create ouroboric lesions
Pain that only grows larger
Sends me further down
To a hole from which I'll never escape

A fate well-deserved
A battlе fought to its bitter end
Wounds that time should havе healed
Shall remain forever open

Will I awake into eternal slumber?
Or will I remain
Ash in realms of stone icons
Which stand high
Above my withered frame?

Life's purpose
Obfuscated
I've relinquished control
Blindfolded as I'm led
Through chasm into sheltered crypt

I've drowned in agony
Only to resurface
And behold the pneuma
In longing reflection

The mirror's gaze cuts deep
Into these hypoxic veins
Only in death will I grasp
The scope of my obsolescence

This emptiness fills voids within voids
This emptiness shall remain
Until I'm whole
Until I'm whole again...

Collapse!
As the reality sets in
That I am no longer myself
Relapse!
My fortress comes crashing down
After aeons in sanctuary

Years spent numb have made me realize
That only in death
Will I truly feel alive

Will I awake into eternal slumber?
Or will I remain
Ash in realms of stone icons
Which stand high above
My withered frame?

If this is truly the end
And there is no more to see
Release me from these shackles
Such that I may be set free

A life devoid of all purpose
One that must not continue
Shall be reduced to ash
And will never start anew

As I bid farewell
I let the last of my blood
To become no more
To, at last, feel nothing

When I transcend form
Let my memory fade to naught
As if I never existed
And despair will start to disappear...