Vexation

All you do is see it through. Your ego stands in front of you. Your head keeps turning to one side. And yet you try to hide your foolish pride. . Visions all caught up inside.

Vanished

We cling to each other. like a child and a mother. a desperation of seperation. I feel i'm going under. . to the left to the right to the middle. my head is spinning around.

Unknown Dreams

Walking through my dreams at night. Lurid shadows hide the light. Nothing gives and nothing breaks. Winning is for those who take. . Forever, whenever.

Unknow Dreams

Walking through my -. Dreams at night -. Lurid shadows hide the light -. Nothing gives and -. Nothing breaks -. Winning is for those -. Who take - [Chorus].

Triumph

Onward and upward, Towards the creator,. The coiling of serpents, The circling of ravens,. Our blackened souls, Spirit and temper,. Writhing in hatred, Is nothing sacred?.

Transtime

Infected and rejected. The pressure gets to you. Disjointed and erected. Protection from the mutes. . Wasted and exhausted. A new attitude. Restrained to the table.

Transparent Species

Machines of madness. Destined to destroy. Inter-connections. Body fluids deploy. . Sleep depravation. Consciousness grows cold. Organic stimulation. Empowered codes.

Transmitter (come Together)

A jaded generation dissolves the unknown. Neurotic deprivation, no one left to own. Sinking endlessly into infancy. . Let's come together. Let's come together.

Toxic

~~~~~~~~. "Where am I? Am I dreaming or is this death? I'm dead, I think.". A grey, toxic rain. Starts to appear. No real life. Just human wasteland. All around....

Torched

Your skin lights up the darkened sky. A mirror of the scene. You light the flame, now you're to blame. 'Cause nothing will ever be the same. . You burned it down to the ground.

Threshold

Atmosphere is cold. Tension cuts like a knife. Hazed are the eyes. Reflecting shadows of the past. Nothing moves -. They all just stare.. Inner peace is gone.

This Faith

Faces of a thousand people. The sickness in their mind is real. We fight and struggle to survive. This cultured way of suicide. . This faith is real. The betrayal.

The Last Day

the delusion. of the last day. despair, dismay. believers, relieve us. deceivers, receive us. wielding still. within the dark clouds. we sodomize the senses.

The Chair

"The chair is armed, repeat, the chair is armed!". "Come back in here... Come back in here... You'll never turn the TV on, boy.. I'll be there. I'll be there waiting for you...I'll wait over here for you.".

The Blade

I don't think that any means necessary for survival. Stick 'em up motherfucker I don't think that. I don't think that the real violence has even started yet.

Talon's Grasp

in talon's grasp. a serpent coiled. the curse of crow. in accent hoarse. drawn to despair. orchard of bone. doomed to endure. the woven word. all ears incline.

Synthetic Forms

Surface Patterns

On to. On to the mindfield. Into. Into the hole. . Chemical. Chemical cauldron. Location. Still unknown. . Out of the tunnel, into the light. World destruction, now seems right.

Strategic

State

Jesus...had days like this. Cyborgs - cybernetic organisms.... Machines with living human tissue and programmed to destroy. The silence is deafening. Regression hangs in the air.