(C)Old-blooded

"There is no leader"

If I may disrupt you;
May I have your attention please? Would you...
...hold your breath for a second, turn around and take a look back.
...lay aside your prejudice, lay aside your rage and your pride.
...be honest and be real, just for one moment, internalise what and who you see.
Now turn your head again;
I'll hand you a mirror, do me the favour, take a look inside and...
...let it sink in.
Sew your wounds, wipe away the broken smiles
Staring at the person you're now, keeping in mind where you came from
Keeping in mind who attended you, maybe led your way to this point.

Hold your past in high regard, but hold your companions even higher.
Hold your past in high regard, but hold your companions even higher.

I know that time changes, and that it changes you
But the binding of a real understanding won't be severed by the claws of time
The shelter of a real friendship won't be cracked by the storm of strive or distance
Bandage the sewed wounds, renew the bygone smiles.
Staring at the person you're now, keeping in mind where you came from
Keeping in mind who attended you, maybe led your way to this point.

Hold your past in high regard, but hold your companions even higher.
Hold your past in high regard, but hold your companions even higher.

"Meth? Not even once.."

Pulse

"Each and every single one of us... is pure art.
We're all pictures - painted by our lives.
We're all statues - shaped from the past.
That is, what people say.
But, what they do not say is - we're all broken.
Broken by our birthrights."

The grey sky above me blackens and blackens
Obliterated by abstract forms, impossible to differ clouds from fog
The atmosphere's crumbling, knowing any sec could be our last.

In place, gather
Today we're all the same, we're all just broken statues
Today we're all just fugitives with different stories, with different memories
Pushing difference, pushing burden aside, for the first time and the last time
Tonight.
Succumb to nothing, to no one, never regret.

Never regret.
Succumb to no one.

My blood is boiling, my veins are pulsing and still feel empty
As I blink, I see pictures scorched in my inside eyelids
Pictures of creatures devouring raw flesh and rotten bodies.
I don't know what is going on...
...I knew we were broken, but by now I see that it has gone too far
In the blinking darkness lies our future.

Succumb to no one
....it doesn't seem right anymore...
Succumb to nothing
...how can I still go on with all this mess inside...
Never regret.
...this is my breaking point.

I(n place) lose my mind (gather)
We can't continue life like - this (just broken statues) - will remain
Help, someone, I think I'm succumbing to -
---   DIFFERENT STORIES, DIFFERENT MEMORIES ---
Why don't you fucking hear me, I believe my will's crumbling -
--- PUSH ASIDE ---
Extract what this mess is (BROKEN), pictures scorched in my inside eyelids
My blood is boiling, my body's pulsing and caving in to my true form, I am ---

Time and people both stand still. People's faces turned towards the sky, time's face turned towards eternity. In the grey and the noise, a creature ruptures through the indefinable mass of clouds and fog. It is a silhouette, shaped only by the dreadfulst fantasies of its spectators.

Some may see a dragonish existence, while others may identify an entity being them introduced as Cthulhu, Reaper, or something unimaginable else. The creature traverses the landscape, completely covered by human beings. As it thrones on a major formation of rock and bones, it howls vexatiously, beckoning its victims.

The bulk lethargical starts to move towards the being, which they now start to honor and venerate as their new God. Minds deformed with the sheer presence of the creature, people now bow down - awaiting the glorious, promised mercy of the new leader.

--- GENOCIDE ---
Trembling and shaking as I lacerate all life in front of me. (Blood spills)
Body by body, existences end. I'm strinking with merciless cruelty, (hand of God)
Fist of Satan, hate of the world, I am its revenge, finally...

...my mind clears.
Watching the annihilation that I've caused, knowing the damage I've done
In my purest and truest form, with one last spark of hate, I attempt to end me ---

Mutilated Me

You've spit me out, that's the way it always used to be

And now I banish you, you vanish forever from my field of vision

Fuck off, goodbye, I wish we'd never met

What's the point of your tears now, you finally got rid of me

You should be glad you're still alive, not covered under R.I.P.

Beneath your carelessness, your lies and all your futile arguments

You're just a nothing, just a shame, turn gold to rust, dig shallow graves.

Mutilated me, a living corpse beyond sanity

I've died so many times, it started years ago and now I'm empty

I'm empty - and you're not inside

So open your mouth, close your eyes and choke, choke, choke on me.

Choke, choke, choke on me.

I cannot wait for you to...

...cry when you finally realize that there always is a last goodbye

...regret all the future dreams and memories uncreated, as you've always taken me for granted

...die as your creation discreates you, as the punisher abolishs your vigour.

Now you're just a name, you'll be forgotten, you'll be pushed aside by time

Though the flame of my hatred still devours you, as you've made me what I'm now

An open wound.

My dearly detested desolation, just a disguised abomination.

Too much time / Too many tears / Too much blood / You fucked me all up

Mutilated me, a living corpse beyond insanity

I've died so many times, it started years ago and now I'm empty

I'm empty - and you're not inside

So open your mouth, close your eyes and choke, choke on all of this.

I want to see you fucking choke on your memories.