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Nostalgia For Oblivion

 

Nostalgia For Oblivion

(альбом: Chaosmos - 2022)


The corpse, the great paradigm, reminder set for us
Beginnings, degraded nature, connections are sundered

On the slab, one in the same, no longer sentient meat
The edge of the boundless void, suddenly death is denied

Subjective immortality confined to this corporeal disease
Despite my greatest efforts
Persistent incongruity, every time results remain the same
Return to this conscious prison

I suffer
Burdened by this waking state, tortured with irrevocable being
Unending
Cyclical abomination wielding all the powers of a god

Exhausted every possible manner of escape
Every time I'm doomed to survive
Absurdity of this condition, denigrated will to exist
Watching my surroundings wither and decay
Ineptitude of reason, miasma of futility
Nothing will come of this
Continue on in spite, affirmation of disgust
Of being and becoming

Extinctionist covenant usher in a grand demise
We'll get what is coming to us
Fanatical legions braying at the altar of stone
Embrace the oblivion
For the nether awaits us beyond
Mass extinction abides
If I am forced to exist I would rather do it alone
The end of humanity

Exhausted every possible manner of escape
Every time I'm doomed to survive
Absurdity of this condition, denigrated will to exist
Watching my surroundings wither and decay
Ineptitude of reason, miasma of futility
Nothing will come of this
Continue on in spite, affirmation of disgust
Of being and becoming

On the slab, one in the same, no longer sentient meat
The edge of the boundless void, suddenly death is denied

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