Esoteric
Paragon of Dissonance
1. Abandonment
When the spoken words make less sense than those unspoken
And resentment is all that is left to give
Still we go through with the facade
Wasting our time humouring insanities
And know so well
Sense has no place here
Fire, running with abandonment
Until there's no place left to burn
Did those eyes drown?
Did the soul slip so far down it became lost?
Is the only spirit left, the one that passes the lips?
An age of destruction
I watch, my disbelief waiting for change
The will for resolution faded fast
And in the end, it stands for nothing, counts for nothing
Tis like a funeral march
Driving towards the death
Awaiting the vultures' call
2. Loss Of Will
Doubt stripping the soul
Unending questions driving me into insanity
Time took its toll,
Enough to ensure,
The mind cannot mirror the soul
With each tide,
The will corrodes further
Relentless grip,
Squeezing out the life,
Of this shipwrecked body,
Lost in the gallows of hopes and dreams...
Reality crumbles,
Shivering, as truth lay bare
And roads of nonchalance grew upon...
3. Cipher
Falling
Through empty platitudes
And frozen comforts
Drifting
There is no consolation
Obsolecense (sic) surrounds me
Calling
Unheard I scream
A destitute awareness
I had nothing
I have nothing
I watch them all
Smiling
A beautiful dream of ignorance
I see them all
Worshipping (sic)
Waiting for their end
They have nothing
There is nothing
Unheard I scream
4. Non Being
Unable to rest
Nothing left but angst
Not even one moment of tranquility awaits
Figures passing by,
Time moves on,
But each part at a different pace
Atrophied,
Unable to connect
To the paths that find peace
Addled to no longer feel
Destroying the self...
Consuming death...
Into non-being...
5. Aberration
Staring as I prepare to leave this mortal coil
To pass through these portals
To the gateway of experience
I release, into this sense of falling
Hallucinations flood my eyes
Thoughts, memories pouring through
Racing unchartered (sic) vessels,
Evolving through this twisted, psychotropic journey
Drifting within waves of consciousness
Momentum gathers swiftly
Pulsing, gathering intensity
Deeper still,
Nausea rising from the depths,
Bent double with psychosis,
As vomit and blood spew forth
Time and space distort as the earth pulls me down,
Into a place I have never perceived
Clawing for reason,
Imprisoned within my own delusions
Pouring frantic visions into my eyes
Between drowning and burning alive,
Forcing each breath,
Through thoughts that endanger the being
Lost within the throes of madness,
Anxiety tearing the foundations of my mind
Drifting through the otherworld,
Slowly it subsides
Conscious returns, shaken, disinterred
6. Disconsolate
Although we may rationalise (sic),
Nurture our fate
Nothing can prepare or compare with
This immeasurable sense of loss
All can be calm
Until that thought arises
And plummets toward the ground
Time passes like the dripping of a tap
And sleep, becomes that time when the body can no longer be awake
Each morning, eyes blearier than the night before
But it had passed,
As I was there within it
Watching over as if through the eyes of another
Through conscious repetition,
But my thoughts were elsewhere
Longing, but unable to take the steps
That might continue this journey
Indignant in this bleak landscape, that no longer binds
Each serene moment, accompanied by another full of dread
And I resolve,
To that familiar feeling time tries so hard to bury
To live life, only to bear
7. A Torrent Of Ills
Avert my eyes to prevent the falling,
Some things should not be seen
And if I dare glance
The quickening travels swiftly,
To take leave of my senses
Excess in place of sleep
Cathartic,
Still, yet restless amidst this elucidation
The red mist contorts, distorts,
Blasting through my mind
Destroying all rational thought
Reflections of dissolution
A malevolent labyrinth
Spurious, blinding
Unforgiving reality
This fantastic chaos that contains everything the mind could imagine,
But mostly would not care to see
Merely breathing
Searching for that elusive purpose that drives us,
But we know not where
Time will eventually scrub me from existence
And I will never have known it
Greg Chandler ‒ Vocals, Guitar
Mark Bodossian ‒ Bass
Joe Fletcher ‒ Drums
Jim Nolan ‒ Guitars
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