歌词
Horrors of lower gnostic realms
Have been crusted shut and are never to be unsealed
A crystallized coating obscures unraveling hells from my occultic eye
Forever to be congealed
But this membrane decalcifies
It exposes the organ of souls
It bestows an immense gravity
Weaving subatomic black holes
I rot in repetition
An eternal decomposition
This organic antenna mounts
As the esoteric crown of my vertebrae
This organ woefully speaks
Transmitting my consciousness beyond a chemical doorway
My hallowed eye now weeps of caustic tears
Which boil through skin, nerves, and cells
My flesh atomizes
Broadcasting my being amongst demons within ancient hells
This organic antenna mounts
As the esoteric crown of my vertebrae
This organ woefully speaks
Transmitting my consciousness beyond a chemical doorway
Doorway
I rot in repetition
An eternal decomposition
I rot in repetition
For as the skin dissolves, I discover my floating vessel glistens
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