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Neptune Spear
03:14
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As the water broke the undertow took me in
An aching on my side had washed all sins
Relearning bearings, enticing prospects swim
Through the mist and haze that we've bottled in
The vortex current electrifies
Concur to the grand design
Wide open endless streams beside
Unfounded sense of minutiae
THE ABYSS
MAJESTIC TOMB FOR LIES
AS BLOATING CORPSES SWIM
BETWEEN HEADLINES
Spiralling through the ethery fluids of time
A demagnetized compass guiding me to my sign
Tectonic plates crumbling under the weight untried
A seismic tidal wave to wash overseas
From the depths of a slumbering kind
The usurped snake abided its' time
Patient but unsatiable
Carrying a pangeatic cancer
To last more than a few lifetimes
The flood intake is reaching out the shores
As we partake to harvest the hydrosphere
As the cracks appear the new undertow is me
And it's my turn to fall
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Contrapasso
03:03
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A fiery rabbit hole, sucked below the sea
Mesmerizing magma flow and a fortune teller's plea:
"Backwards is a long way to reach the core"
The need to devise a plan
A strength in numb errs to concieve
ASTROLOGY, THE INFANT
LEADING ON THE CHARGE
OF THIS NETHERWORLD
AN INFERNO FOR SHOW
Uncharted stepping stones, built to last this siege
Dismembered growing pains, inbred to the extreme
The convoy of these three musketeers
Astrology, sorcery, false prophecy
Marching towards molten enlightenment
Reversing the stream
SORCERY, THE INFANT
LEADING ON THE CHARGE
OF THIS NETHERWORLD
AN INFERNO FOR SHOW
I lie, therefore I am
With a twisted head I made you all believe
The future's turning back
I'll need all of your void confessions
Starting now
FALSE PROPHECY, THE INFANT
LEADING ON THE CHARGE
OF THIS NETHERWORLD
AN INFERNO FOR SHOW
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Aether Atlas
05:29
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Time has riddled my mind
As I'm vibrating through the ether
Unsanctimoniously
Misaligned from the ley lines
Seeking shelter from the everlasting
Vigorous infinity
Flatline topography
Diverging lanes merging back into one
Unresponsive steering wheel
Supposedly breaks the silver cord free
WHO IS THE ATLAS GUIDING THEE
BUT HIDING FROM ME?
CONSTELLATIONS IN BETWEEN
THE TRUTH AND I
Behind the curtain defined
Singing praise to all unborn creations
In chaos and harmony
I'm full of all these questions
They multiply by the answers every time
Through lifetimes
We grieve more over the sins of omission
Than the sins of commission
I AM THE ATLAS GUIDING ME
ONE CYCLE IS COMPLETE
I AM THE ATLAS GUIDING ME
COMPLETE IS CYCLE ONE
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