Tomb Mold Aperture Of Body (demo) 1. Final Assembly of Light (Instrumental) "A purposeless exchange of consciousness for the absence of pain. We will call this life" 2. Aperture of Body The life one desires but is never given Your dream dances on my palm Within the endless cycle I grow close to death Never again spoken to power My being has opened, producing a contorted figure in the light Now a deprived illusion of I Absorb the warmth of our presence Mend the tear of your dream Enthralled by death and its double We are cured of Hope Feeble and insufficient There is none left to disparage Our skin is an affliction and every scar a wound Speech now masturbatory tragedy Which path must we take to reach tomorrow? What must we give up to get there? 3. Prestige of Rebirth Our Sun that spills forth Our iron-clad sense of self sacrifice Misfortune born to then disappear The march of time, onward to demise Toward great entropy Restructured by translation Sever ourselves from fate Bask in the irrevocable warmth of the great light Our toneless trance Our selves disembodied by light Immersed in the indistinguishable Beneath the tower of rebirthing Fundamental above our world of filth Made deranged by biological currencies, satiated by their anomaly Infinitely strained, to then bask white light We make dull glory of the space we leave behind Our gaze goes on feeding, fixed upon a body no longer of God