Tracks

01. Infecting The Crypts
02. Synthetically Revived
04. Catatonia



01. Infecting The Crypts

Exhume the wretched body from its timeless slumber
Thrashing the tomb to reveal what's inside
A maggot-infected corpse stares dismal
Inhabited by worms chewing holes through your carcass
These ancient lands beckoned the burial of humans
The unfertile soil infecting the crypts
Of the once deceased bodies not through decomposure
Ending their peace, their chances of hell
A vomit-type substance is formed from its innards
A featering slims that reveals inside
The substance erupts and its stomach bursts open
Forced down your throat to regurgitate life


02. Synthetically Revived

Chemicals revive my life, reanimated, brought back again.
My diametrical state has assured me eternal life.
Serum no longer fluid.
Respritoral terminus.
Artificial resurrection.
Dosage inefficiency.
Potency too weak to perfect.
Cartilage reaching gelency.
Misconception of technology.
Unknown duration to live.
Decadence, your state of being.
Putrification progresses.
Subside.
Bones that collapse in time will heal.
Brain patterns submerged in unconsciousness.
Only to be awakened by the peroneal senses.
To see once again, to be reborn.
Needles perforate my neck.
Cyanide smothers my existence.
My torso lies raped of essence.
Impotent state.
I cease to exist.
As my former self.
Synthetically revived.


04. Catatonia

Force fed immobilization
Man made liquid controlling my limbs
I want to die, no reason for living
Dealing with complications life brings
A corpse with no thoughts
No feelings or perceptions of life
The pleasures of death I foresee
Nightmares and day mares combining
To torture my being - This torture inhibits my life
The world is a graveyard of fools left to cope
With the torment and regret of man now deceased
Ghouls are released to destroy the race
Which we call human beings
Existence is torn from my soul
Perdition is what is believed to be seen
Suffering from the inside
Nefarious is the way
You choose to be - Left with no will to live
My intestinal wall begins to cave in
Trapped as they say
I begin to rot here as I lay
Time to take a look
At what has begun to pass before me
Die a slow death
It now begins to take it's toll
Catatonia
Scared as I lay here dead
From this infectious disease
I want to rise from here
To recover what is mine
Abdicate your position in life
Now that you lie deceased
Rising from the tomb you own
To take what is rightfully yours
Scared as I lay here dead
From this infectious disease
I want to rise from here
To recover what is mine