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