The Amenta
Vo1d
1. Empty
2. V01D
We drown in the bile
Of a frustrated birth
A knife grows in every back
Jaws clenched and tongue bitten
These are all wasted words
These are all a wastrels words
Meanings you will never find
Hidden, lurking between the lines
We are revolving to
Our drain
We are revolving to
Our drain
I've lifted my chin
And ignored the noose
But there is gravity
In the centre of the void
The seed of its end
In every creation
Of a sullen cremation
Heels in the tug of tide
We shudder on shore
Lands end
And what have we got?
Nothing but memory
Success or failure?
Gathering our rags
We walk into the waves
We are revolving to
Our drain
We are revolving to
Our drain
The brightest light
Will gutter, quicker
The wax will stifle the wick
As we burn
For the yearning ember
There is nobility in flame
For the faltering fire
There is only shame
We feel the whine
Sharply, in our teeth
And all our pasts
Chained to our ankles
This is not another
Slit wrist suicide
Its our future drowning
In the bile of cyanide
We are revolving to
Our drain
We are revolving to
Our drain
We drown in the bile
Of a frustrated birth
A knife grows in every back
Jaws clenched and tongue bitten
Drowning in the currents
Of another fleeting void
At the mercy of sleep
The brightest light
Will gutter, quicker
The wax will stifle the wick
As we burn
For the yearning ember
There is nobility in flame
For the faltering fire
There is only shame
Only shame
For the faltering fire
There is only shame
Only shame
3. Erebus
And West once more.
Beyond swirling of spitting seas
Past immense gates of bloody iron.
Trapped, the animal bites through limbs in steel teeth
The human succumbs, meekly
And they have souls ?
Shall we discuss boulders ?
Slick with tears or blood.
Or a flaming wheel.
Bearing some screaming wreck
It will always return, for the weak
Of course
We need not bow to the choking shroud
(the shroud of Erebus)
Souls as bronze anvil, fell nine days
18 from heaven to crash on cold rock
When did we begin feeding on that lie
When did we accept our own cages
We need not bow down to the choking shroud
The shroud of Erebus
Why a life snuffled out in darkness ?
Why trudge towards a disappearence ?
No boulders or flaming wheels
Shall we talk of crawling chaos ?
They are your chains. Not mine.
Learn stregth, worms
I will not sink to your level
A nine day journey to darkness
Ah, Nyx. Close your womb
Your children are heavy.
4. Ache
5. Junky
Shattered wreck shivering
In cool blue TV fire
Amphetamine grit
Living remotely
Keeping so distant
A fucking deadweight
A life by proxy
His retinas flicker with
Stock footage of genocide
Asleep at the wheel
Coasting in neutral
Psyche mirrored in
A crash victim's fender
Any detail blurred
Indistinct and degraded
This is the media junky
Humanity's dry husk
Incapable of abstract thought
On/Off/On/Off
This is the media junky
Complacently numb
Culture bought on credit
A montage of random edits
Nothing is sacred
Everything is disposable
The "truth" is a con
Information is power
Random fractured binary
A "fact" is a selling point
Everything too simple
An advertising swindle
In this red, rusted landscape
Asleep at the wheel
Coasting in neutral
Psyche mirrored in
A crash victim's fender
Any detail blurred
Indistinct and degraded
This is the media junky
Humanity's dry husk
Incapable of abstract thought
On/Off/On/Off
This is the media junky
Complacently numb
Culture bought on credit
A montage of random edits
Nothing concrete
All is plastic
Media is the corpse
And he is the vulture
His nervous system
A collage of school shootings
And hospital waiting rooms
Bloody pavements intersect
Images of catwalk fashion
Headline black bleeds into inkblots
Suggestion shutdown
His is a slow death
This is the media junky
Humanity's dry husk
This is the media junky
Humanity's dry husk
On/Off/On/Off
6. Spine
There is no strength
There are only systems
There is no belief
There is only dogma
No more spines
Controlled by ambition
Only buckled car bodies
In which we are caged
This sick new world
This sick world trapped
In buckled car bodies
Asleep at the wheel
Out of control
Controls out of reach
Always crashing
In the same car
Democracy is a faceless dictator
It's branding erased
In repeated collisions
Under a tangled constitution
A squat, squalid slave
The scattered detritus
Of a freeway culture
There is no strength
There is only systems
There is no belief
There is only dogma
No more spines
Controlled by ambition
Only buckled car bodies
In which we are caged
A revolution
Is just a zero
It brings you right back
To where you began
Out with the old
In with the new
The only thing changing
Is who holds the whip
Peakhour traffic
In static dead air
Psyche mirrored in
A crash victim's fender
Every word brings
Smells of burning oil
We will all be
Hunched shoulders
Windows shut and
Air recycled
No direction
No fucking spine
We are in neutral
Careening down steep streets
Asleep at the wheel
Out of control
No one takes the wheel
Just pretending to drive
A new dummy
Every time we crash
Everything stuttering
Towards zero
No movement and no meaning
This world is all
Dimming headlights
Billboards cluttered
With empty rhetoric
The futile chatter of
A preprogrammed system
There is no difference
But there is a choice
There is a shell
But there is no spine
7. Null
8. Vermin
Highly evolved?
Origin of the fucking slave
You are all voids
Comfortable null
You are animals
Who claim to be human
But you aren't trying
To reach the ideal
You are a primitive design
Nothing but base urges
A fight or flee reflex
You are vermin
A creature of impulse
Fucking and feeding
There is only reaction
Divinity is nothing
But a yearning beast
A crude vessel
Desiring refinement
A primitive rat?
Or a refined beast?
All in the gutter
We search for stars
Nature cannot be rejected
Cloistered and denied
But it can be tempered
In every futile struggle
In everything out of reach
In every distant goal
There is something human
You are vermin
Nothing but a flawed
Base rat
An insect of
Insignificance
You don't have what it takes
To rise
You are vermin
When it's all so aimless
When there are no goals
When there it's all just reaction
There is nothing human
When everything is thoughtless
When it's all so aimless
When there are no goals
There is nothing human
Think
What do you consider important?
What are your goals?
Are you content?
You can choose
To be a pig in shit
Or something almost human
You are a primitive design
Nothing but base urges
A fight or flee reflex
You are vermin
A creature of impulse
Fucking and feeding
There is only reaction
You are vermin
Nothing but a flawed
Base rat
An insect of
Insignificance
You don't have what it takes
To rise
You are vermin
9. Nihil
First came the word.
And that word was nothing
Sounded syllables in boundless thought.
Is this it ? Or all ? Or everything
A reflection between parallel mirrors ?
In a book never written
Seen through a frameless window
Nihil Est
The opiate of the masses.
Diluted and polluted.
Curls in wisps over vacant idols
To stillborn children
Mother nature gave birth to husks
That dissolve and decay back to dirt
In the melody between notes
In the notes in arrest
In discord in a cord
Nihil est
In the words between lines
In the words of the best
In the dust in the pews
Nihil Est
Like words of empty praise
Washing over an empty congregation
Like a cancelled play, played out
To a sleeping audience of mannequins
Like a television flickering
Static in an empty concrete room
In thoughts so vast nothing is possible
When nothing exists everything is always permitted
Existence is no great gift
Death is not a beginning
But in nothing it is a rift
Love, Hate in a cold dream
A cold clockwork circumstance
A random unknown hidden in simple patterns
It's a chalk outline, not a halo
Leave crutches for cripples
Leave dependence to drones
Lies to the harvest for truth to be sown
In the melody between notes
In the notes in arrest
In discord in a cord
Nihil est
In the words between lines
In the worst of the best
In the dust in the pews
Nihil Est
10. Nil
11. Enigmatize
[originally by Armoured Angel]you live in fear of darkness oblivion thy throne
soon visions will diminish beyond the unknown
images of godhead for you seek what can't be found
you hear my call
heed my words before you fall
enigmatize - enigmatize
martyrize - enigmatized
I sense the day of judgement a gift for the unborn
a silence soon to perish into wanting scorn
i feel the charge of mankinds lust upon this earth
i see the final solution in the judging of our worth
turn back the hands of time
and greet the sacred one
within union we fall
beyond the veil
beyond thy fear
12. None
13. Junky (Remix)
14. Nihil (Remix)
15. Vermin (Remix)
16. Erebus (Remix)
Cain Cressall ‒ Vocals
Timothy Pope ‒ Samples, Effects, Keyboards
Erik Miehs ‒ Guitars
Daniel Quinlan ‒ Bass
Robin Stone ‒ Drums
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