The familiar pain to which I, I am numb
The hardened decay of my self and my soul
This weight
I can take no more
I can't, I won't
Forever engrained in a shadow of time
They are intrinsic now
The familiar pain to which I, I am numb
The hardened decay of my self and my soul
I break
I can take no more
I can't, I won't
In a burning twilight they appear, always for the last time
Patiently awaiting this very moment
Buried deep inside, grief solidified
Reflections of you, I see within me
Face the hidden form, To which I contort
Fists of rage and hate, embrace my suffering
Falling with the weight of a thousand years
This is me becoming you
Stagnant thoughts, Rancid Solitude
Putrid Emotion, I have manifested
Timeless scars, Breaking new skin
Cursed am I, to live this life
And now you know
Lest we forget
The inevitable regret
Which no one punishment is fit
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Pyrrhon have created an itch for me that only they can scratch.
Disturbingly avant-garde and violently original, math-y and mind-boggling but also humorous (take the brilliant lyrics to Goat Mockery Ritual).
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