DIVISION OF MIND LYRICS

1. Monomanic

Fissioning schizo-recursion of crisis.
Collective obliterant permanent stasis.
World burn out on friction.
Camouflage of contagion.
Heat-death in feedback loop – momentum of all pain.
In freefall I can't escape the call.

2. Death At Work (All-Null)

Scourge to the skin rips from the body and lays it bare.
A surface coheres - the murky reflection of an alien stare.
Trembling with sickness - a heaving mass under absent weight.
Your withering form does not have the stomach to hate how I hate.
No fragile posture to save you now.
Echoing, your cries ring out.
Your fear reflects off of everything.
An empty whimper spills from your mouth.
Nothing left to see - no new tale to tell - with each layer of silence it constructs your hell.

3. Auto-Da-Fé

Full magazines of pain in unending supply driven in to my gut – trigger finger pressing at my mind.
How is a man so sick he can't get right with god?
Asphyxiating permanence drags on and on.
I'm enslaved to that force which prepared me for life.
Enmity with no end pulls the puppet strings around my spine.
On and on.
What makes a man so sick he can't get right with god?
Asphyxiating permanence drags on and on.

4. E X I T

A cry - collision of secrets in collapsing time.
A sound - the cognitive splinter of withdrawing light.
New eyes shut to the curse of sight.
Two holes in the mask of life.
A shroud - collection of shadow, the horrible calm.
An end - the fatal dose, I swallow it down.
Crushed between the snarling jaws of life.
Alone against all - alone I fight.
Machinery folding, a broken stumble, amounting to nothing.
Suffering, doubting, seizing, and cursed.
Through delirium I search for an outside.
Fate of all fates, zero spreads and eradicates.
Alone against all.
Alone I cry.
Alone I fight.
Through delirium, I search for outside.

5. Degenerator

Blackness - in which no words are conceived, haunting what is and what always will be.
Terrorizing - reverberant - unseen.
The dread of foreign form.
Xenopresence in droning swarms.
Thoughts pool in a damaged brain.
A body contorted and flooded by pain.
Waking and strangled by light - hands claw my face to shield from the sight.
Voice of a nauseous crowd - sink into a haze to escape the sound.
Sun on the burning sand, blank gaze at the body with the stone in my hands.
Swallowed by unending dark - a hole in my chest where I had a heart.
Silence broken by an infinite scream, circling the drain of an endless dream.

6. Derealize

Lost my future to a stranger.
He tied me off and shot me up with self disgust.
A shadow crawling at the bottom of the world - practiced illusion was never enough.
None of the words I spit extinguish hell behind my eyes.
Lost my way in a maze of enemies, suffocating in a web of lies.
Lost my future in a strange land.
It tied me off and shot me up with self disgust.
Fed me poison with a smile - and now I bleed out in a hole it dug.
But when I dream you all have one neck.
And when I dream I have my hands on it.

7. Be Ex Dream

[Instrumental]

8. D.O.M.

Deliberate artifice - administrated values feeding the emptiness.
War of self.
Annihilate - cannibal consumption until nothing remains.
Shifting flesh, ceasing breath.
Picking through the ash though you know that there's nothing left.
What does it matter where you stand?
What does it matter when machines rig the scales in an unending sentence to death?
Terminal state - division of mind.
The pain will only return in time.

9. Both Sides Of Its Mouth

A hammer that smashes you down.
Undoing substance.
Negation of form.
Becoming the salt that kills what you sow.
Becoming the dust that catches in your throat.
It lays designs, it bides its time.
The motion, the indiscriminate infliction.
All things are subject to its lacerations.
The stale infinite washes away – all manifests as a limitless grave.
Madness in the turn of the world.
It howls at the torture, sinks into its own.
Violence in perpetual bloom, always lying in wait for you.
Scared of everything but children's games – a sentimental fairy tale from cradle to the grave.
Night creeps forward to bring your kind to an end but you're still gilding your cowardice and playing pretend.
The resentment of fools when the mask begins to slip – the hatred of a hound?
You're just a whimpering bitch.
Praying for the safety of eternal sun, you just run and run from madness in the turn of the world.
It howls at the torture, sinks into its own.
Violence in perpetual bloom.
I have been lying in wait for you.

10. End Game

I don't recognize life when the fever breaks and leaves the grey of a headstone drawn across my face - a cry of pain.
You stalk an endless hallway looking for me in the basement of heaven, choking when you see - a cry of pain.
Hell has no limit to collected nothing locked away.
Just close the door when there's nothing left to be.







DIVISION OF MIND LYRICS