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Vortex of Self
03:38
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Vortex of Self
Solo - Wes Yee
Nightmarish imagery
translucent movement
through membranes of reality
I can see
the holographic resonance
vibrations within me
a source of eternity
Beyond the walls
a vision kept
of clutching fists
and fields of red.
Hover in a void of dreams
at the fingertips
flowing streams of thought
cascading
In between truth and disbelief
a lock and a key designed
to reinforce obscurity
Infinite depths
sinking into
layers of consciousness
beckoning my attention
now, in a moment of panic,
nothing to anchor me
Lost in this vortex of self
Beneath this white-knuckle grip
on my sanity
my weaknesses begin to bleed
a vague, opaque hallucination
of reality.
Dissociate,
an arm's length away
body levitates,
spiral down as my soul decays
I'll never resurface
the undertow dominates
memory fades
Nothing to anchor me,
Layers of consciousness.
The silver chord thinning
and endless beginnings,
moments of infinity.
Glide between chaos and peace
at crossroads of symmetry.
The silver chord suffocates
suspend and separate,
paralyzed hovering
Onset awakening
perspective shift and maintain
to replay.
Manifest perceptions
Astral projections
Why is thought
thought is I
I am thought
why am I
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Descension
03:33
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Descension
Solo - Wes Yee
Subzero winds ravaging again
the climate of my soul forever unchanging
next to death there's no further way down
I've searched everywhere for solace
there's none to be found
Everything that I remember
encapsulated by suffering
Dark spheres of misery
worthless my history
Shrouded in hypocrisy
Destined for doom at conception
My life is a continuous morbid reflection
this joke of a soul rotted long ago
and emptiness relentlessly resurrects
Cumulative
Pain fueled hatred
vultures are circling
Stripped of humanity
Born without empathy
let me return this gift of pain
My legacy
A trail of death left in my wake
Mirror reflects no image of mankind
no life in their eyes, like mine
a wasteland of barren vessels
I'll lead us to the light
Conductor of one last spectacle
my contribution to this sadistic world
control will be mine, extinguishing life
we'll dance in our own blood
on this last fateful night
Cumulative
pain fueled hatred
vultures are feeding
on the remnants of the deceased
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They Came Through the Mirrors
Solo - Wes Yee
Ft. Ryan Cho
Paranoid, lucid nightmare
panic rising, isolation
watching as the walls begin to bleed
Writhing, intertwining wave-like patterns
caught in just the right light
manifest the silhouettes of serpents
twisting into my eyes
Losing sight of self-awareness
delusions rising to the surface.
onset insidious insanity
Spiraling down into this psychosis
haunting my thoughts for eternity
Catatonic, paralyzed, contorting
faces in the dark
demons in the walls
God when will this stop
Vile abstractions
squirming in the dark
Shadows alter into haunting figures
pulling strings to feed
glowing red eyes
sharp grinning teeth,
conspire against me
Congregate and coalesce to abduct, interrogate
Muffled voices whisper my name
louder, calling, louder, screaming
Spiraling down into this psychosis
separate, annihilate reality
Catatonic, immobile and comatose
rip away control
Powerful and nefarious
Demons in the walls
God when will this stop
Fixed my gaze, looking upon the mirror
a fatal error
heinous imposter gloating my fear
possessed inside.
Torturous, panic, razor anxiety
engulfs my existence.
That look in your eye,
I know you're on their side.
I heard you say my name,
the way you looked at me,
they know I know (this time).
Palpitations.
Isolated.
Breaching the threshold of terror.
This asphyxiation.
Forfeit sanity
in this loathsome suffering
Demons crawling in the walls
Spiraling down
insidious insanity
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Cyanide Eyes
04:40
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Cyanide Eyes
Solo - Ben Jackson
Solo- Wes Yee
Cyanide Eyes
Distant persistent obsessive observer
the ultimate unparalleled hunger.
Pursue your movement for the thrill, the enthrallment
of potential predatory encounters.
Frozen suspended, impulsive compulsion,
gravitating towards your unspoken seductions
Invigorated at the thought, the fantasies
Fueling this obsession, I dismiss the reality
Idle each moment
desire in motion
ecstatic trance induced
lewd and lascivious.
Compelled aggression
the burning for descension
upon your angelic flesh
I decompress
Piercing gaze the blissful doom
lustful thoughts consuming
lines of fire the burning fumes
intoxicating
Obliterate the barriers
unrestricted access,
A vicious conquest.
Release this pressure.
Daggers, metallic taste,
hazardous haste
the gratuitous aggression
pressure forcing tension.
Idle the moment
insightful component
desire in motion
like eyes in the ocean
Primal predator and prey
euphoric and calculated
inflict arousing pain
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Shrine of the Obscene
Solo - Ben Jackson
Taste the suffering
atmospherical density
that penetrates safeguards from inhumanity.
Violate, retaliate with hate, pain,
and the crippling fear that's
burning out the only light there is
This is the essence of selfishness
That you are worshipping
tap the vein, repress your pain
and bow your fucking heads
To the shrine of the obscene
Raped and dragged below the threshold for survival
forcing the will to submit
paradoxical enlightenment from enslavement
dehumanize.
Pivotal shift in mankind's
relation to anguish becomes
bloodlust, a mindfuck
so putrid and arousing.
Abysmal depths intoxicating
Blistering evisceration
fantasies of degradation
awakens the sadist within all.
The archetype of misery becomes our god
This is the essence of selfishness
That you are worshipping
Tap the vein, repress your pain
and bow your fucking heads
to the shrine of the obscene.
No light, no end
only darkness.
Suffer
Breed your pain
I am the essence of selfishness.
Tap the vein, escape your pain
and bow your fucking heads.
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