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Cycle of Naught

by Weird Fate

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1.
the vortex smashes us to the ground and it drags us beyond | but what to hope for when all confidence is lost | it is senseless to hold on to hope | hope is the futile suppression of our fall | we are all dragged downwards but striving upwards | we have lost our senses, we have lost direction | like a vessel twisted by the elemental forces | the subtle blindness begins to devour our senses | dare to open the eyes but you will neither sleep nor speak again | move outside and realize the absurd | mankind’s haughtiness is condescension | scorn | the sublime ill-favored grotesque face that lurks behind the decadent mask | there are indeed no words to describe our incurable undoubtedly self killing sickness
2.
gnosis – the fallen are the wise | it is a irretrievable and unique | sacred wisdom of the forgotten | to lie beneath and lurk beyond | experience in a human ripens rarely to an understanding of the entirety | seeing the outgrowth of decadence from different perspective | matures the faceless picture hidden deep inside | it is this mentally dark age that is daunting me | enlightened by the apocryphal light that obviates evolution | we are the faceless degraded | like billowing smoke devoured by the nearing darkness | in dissonance and awe-inspiring | weary and sick | as breathing with the earth | parasitic culture of overtaking escapes | throw condemnation in this feverish swirl | withering splendor | this drowns thoughts and strangles a mind | dawn has passed an overcast horizon | this darkness is drawing nearer | and our night is about to fall
3.
as melted wax covers the faces | no spoken word no glance | this silence is manmade and noisome | obscuring all thoughts and feeding the grievous sore inside | feeding depressing claims and a dying freedom | drawn in this cessation which inheres a severe sickness | a blurred view of an aggrieving reality | as boundaries of body and mind are vanishing | impuissant witness in the blinding light | the maniac most impure | vexing air fills incurable lungs | the downfall of all that has been | a melting reality means detachment | as vital light is fading away | grains of sand are falling through this hourglass | and the dying horizon covers the world in dankest murk | this is wearing down all men
4.
foreboding 05:03
a new dawn has risen with a deep breath of moist air from a sombre sky | with a foreboding that we are trapped in a vortex which in the end will smash this so called culture | the point of view is subjective and narrow as our thoughts and feelings | in a way we are all alone with ourselves and our existence | others will always stay apart from the pure core of a feeling | we can grasp and hold the bodies, speak and shout and scream to distinct faces but we are | all alone and lost in a great emptiness | these materialistic times lead us to forget about the individual microcosms | that in the end define individuality | enforced conformity entangles us and transforms individuals into a uniform silent submissive mass | each individual for itself is worthless in the macrocosm | the one dimensional oppressing illusion of time and the subtle and pointless expectations feels like an unbearable burden on the shoulders of each
5.
the curing absence of man | and the perennial crisis of being | it feels like the immense cosmos reaches out to everything in this all-embracing defeat | life’s bitter cognition and the hunger to devour | perception mismatches reality | creating and destroying united in a whirling naught | giving birth just continues cyclic torture lead to eradication | time is only an absurd illusion to appease our anxiety | an immense hallucination is merging into reality | it is almost suffocating | as all stars and the moon seem to collide in obscure perpetuity | and these heavens fall down on the earth and drown us in darkness | devour all pain and joy in a droning oppressiveness | devour your flesh and create a sanctum of void | our life-bulimia is the restless post-decadent perversion | we are all wasted flesh
6.
the air that wraps this tumult in stillness | seems to be impenetrable | our thoughts are dull and blurred | all reasons are lost in the nebulous surreal strive | distracted and undefined feeling | distinct and clear demand | like time and ground under our feet merge and vanish in this moment | there is nothing to hold on and nothing to wait for | a collapsing marionette whose strings have been cut | circling waiting moving onwards to this last dead end | orphan to this life | struggling ways through the impervious | fleeing from this life | there is no escape

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released September 4, 2015

recorded: 2013, Klangkerker
mastered: 2014, Die Tonmasterei, Oldenburg
released: 2015, Cold Dimensions (Soulfood)
songs & artwork: Weird Fate

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