The Amenta
Flesh Is Heir
1. Flesh Is Heir
Frail flesh is heir
To a sea of troubles,
And the human condition
Impaled upon the horns of choice:
To linger, twilit,
In fringes of oblivion
Or to bury hardened heels
Stubborn, in fallow dirt ?
There is nobility
In the vacance of the vessel
The dirt smeared beast,
Spine bent under burden,
Struggles through the muck
And is reborn in the mud,
To struggle, beaten
Bloody but unbowed
Or to buckle at the knees
And draw mud into lun
Now the second:
The obliterate's nature,
And invertebrate mutt
Or self-contained god ?
The quietus of cowards
Or a divine transcendence ?
There is nobility
In the vacance of the vessel
The flesh is heir
To a pale cast of thought,
To a bare breast to whips
Or by ignoring, end them ?
All that matters is struggle
The third question;
The nature of the realist,
A worm feeding on mud
Or human in excelsis ?
The ceaseless trials of Sisyphus
Or a noble struggle ?
Every absurd query
Deluged, deeper in shit
The slate-eyed god:
An addict of transcendence
Grins madly in the grip
Of a selfish junky zen
Unhinged mind unmoored
And heels in tug's tide
Empty, vacant, useless
Listless, in opiate voids
The nature of man
Is thought before the answer
A struggle
The nature of man
Is constant internal battle
All that matters is struggle
The flesh is heir
To a pale cast of thought
The mind rotten with
Whips and scorns of doubt
An internal struggle
From which humanity stems:
To bare breast to whips
Or by ignoring, end them?
All that matters is struggle
2. Ego Ergo Sum
A desperate, yearning nothing
Hidden behind the screen,
A pissing contest
For pointless piss-ants
The selfish scrawl
Of another septic soul,
These are the vapid children
Born of the void
You are the pit of aching silence
In another's sound and fury
This is the era
Of the desiccated soul
A sordid psychic zero
So beat your fucking drum
You know you are nothing
A character struck dumb
Fill the depths with drama
Ego ergo sum
A flickering cinema screen
Ambience of broken neon
A whore's flashy drag
Around a monochrome heart
When all you have:
Plaster cast of stolen psyche
Then no ego, just ID
Lights, camera, cut
A technicolour ejaculate
From a cathode ray throat
Words without resonance
Words learnt by rote
Senseless stock sound seeps
From paint smeared smiles
A rattle of the reel
In a dusty, derelict theatre
Every word a cliché
Stripped from a dimestore romance
Where are the swells of strings ?
In silence, you dance
The selfish scrawl
Of another septic soul
These are the vapid children
Born of the void
You are the pit of aching silence
In another's sound and fury
This is the era
Of the desiccated soul
You find solace in scripts
Just cracked mirror reflections
You know you are nothing
A character struck dumb
Fill the depths with drama
Ego ergo sum
3. Teeth
Higher mind as a pill,
Dissolving in a gut,
Losing shape and form
Just primordial sludge,
An endorphic phospene,
Projected on cinematic skull
A crystallizedz,
Perfect fucking nothing
Death at a plunger's push
Bloody across the canvas
A crystallized zero
Death a plunger's push
Reborn: Tabula Rasa
An artificial warmth
From diluted blood
Tail in teeth
Cortex stripped stumbling
Down the nervous system
Liminal - Minimal
A dream of teeth and claw
Reborn: Tabula Rasa
A dream of teeth and claw
The snake's escape
A vicious primal joy
Trading reason for reflex
And vagaries for void
Leave your weapons
At the doors of imperceptions
Tail in teeth
The snake: a crystallized zero
Perfect fucking nothing
The snake: a crystallized
Perfect fucking nothing
Tail in teeth
The death of the soul
And weakness on trial
An unconscious conviction
Reborn a reptile
Neocortex annul
A thumbs unyielding weight
Against the world's winds
A feathered serpent embrace
I have seen the greatest minds
Sedated and slumped
Sickly spinal shiver
In a cold-blooded dawn
A thawing of sluggish vein
And sudden rush of reason
Heading for the shallows
And crawl, gasping from swamp
In sweaty shrouds of sheets
Reptiles shed their scales
4. A Womb Tone
[Instrumental]
5. Obliterate's Prayer
Ripped apart
By repetitions of rhythm
To be sunk
Submerged by swells of strings,
In trickles of tempo
Mutes
Of melody thrust
Roughly in bells of throat
Flooding slickly in
The reservoir of lung
One voice in chorus
One note in arrest
One movement, no meter
No discord of flesh
I am a single signal
Tear me from the ground
And drown me in sound
I am a crest of a wave
Tear me from the ground
And drown me in sound
In ripples of rhythm
Drunken
I will drift, in escape's
Harmonic undertow
And bury myself
In the sounding sands
Each heartbeat washed out
On endless reverb tails
Carry me to climatic crests
And crush me in the depths
I am a single signal
Tear me from the ground
And drown me in sound
I am a crest of a wave
Tear me from the ground
And drown me
The will is floating, adrift
Like a cork in the currents
A vessel becalmed
Amidst a war of waves
One simple, single voice
In a formless ocean of noise
Let me loose, let me loose
To lose myself in noise
The mind, salt-rotted and sinking
Noise
Meaningless
In the multitude
I will drift in the undertow
Ears stopped and heart struck
I will be void in the vastness
I will not be
I'll gather my rags
And walk into the waves
And pitch and sink
In a sea of sound
I am a single signal
Tear me from the ground
And drown me in sound
I am a crest of a wave
Tear me from the ground
And drown me
Drown me in sound
6. Sewer
A reeking clogged trap
Battered, maimed and swollen
Gluttonous hungry for waste
A sewage bloated cunt
An impure substandard breed
A well groomed mongrel
With a gutful of worms
With two permanent incisors
In wear it was prepared
A disease addled wither neatly chopped and tainted
A heaving cesspit a pig steeped in shit
A sewer lined with pearls
Exhaling moist foul air
Boasting a shit eating grin
Enticing us
Smeared across its face
So greedy for waste
Slouching wallowing glutton
A gaping yearning void
Like a tired straining yawn
Sleep derived and stretched out wide
Burying its head
Beneath the sand
Dogs where it sleeps
It shits where it eats
A heaving cesspit a pig steeped in shit
A sewer lined with pearls
Exhaling moist foul air
Boasting a shit eating grin
Enticing us
Smeared across its face
So greedy for waste
Slouching wallowing glutton
A second hand doll
Soiled used and broken
A shit-stained porcelain bitch
A freezing black hole
Sipping shit from the gutters
With smug look on its face
So hungry for waste
7. The Argument
8. Cell
[Instrumental]
9. Disintergrate
A feral monkey
Hung up in a sack
Scratching and clawing
Tearing at the fabric
Focus directed to the flesh
Something you can
Control, more or less
Action, reaction
Administering shirt term relief
Clawing
Obsessed with reflections
Material is all he sees
A severed thread
A grain of sand
A flickering ember
A faltering fire
A brick in a wall
Built upon
A foundation of nothing
Obsessed with reflections
Material is all he sees
Another shovel load of dirt
The weight of the world
A collusion of strangers
It's a strange world
A severed thread-mixing cocktails
A grain of sand - of
Blood, sweat and tears
A flickering ember -
I'll gargle your pain
A faltering fire -
I'll thicken your skin
Down on your knees
To plead for disease
To worship the noose
Gagging for abuse
Another haermorrhaging soul
Rejects its battered shell
Only to wake up
Back where it began
Obsessed with reflections
Material is all he sees
Another shovel load of dirt
The weight of the world
Revolving to the same
Black, bellicose, drain
No strength, no spine
Scratching and clawing
10. A Palimpsest
[Instrumental]
11. Tabula Rasa
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