Behold the flies as they gorge on the rotting flesh of we who hath birthed them. You recognize this face, you know it well. Compound eyes will reflect our fate. Hand in hand, we rot under the heat of the sun.
Track Name: Dissolution
Scrape and scratch, rip at the scabs, tear at the flesh. Flowing freely now, let me drown in it all. Fill my lungs to suffocate my will. Fill my lungs. It is bitter. It is pure. A reminder of my former self. I welcome it. I let it in. I bask in it. No release from this torment of you, I watch the once perfect sky burn and turn to ash.
Track Name: Bereavement
I am the catharsis. I am the inhumane. I am release. I am the crucifixion. I am loss. I am the salt in your wounds. I am emotional detachment. I am the numbness of pain. I am the parasite's will. I am guilt. I am the curse of shame. I am empathy's end. I am the stench of death. I am the rotting sky. I am the dead of night. I am what never was.
Track Name: Ghost
I see them before me, I hear them call to me: Brilliant, vibrant whites, blood reds and transparent blues. The sea churns like your warm, restless body. I close my eyes and drift away.