Suffocation
Pinnacle of Bedlam
1. Cycles Of Suffering
Soon we are all to die
Your hopes and fears irrelevant
Projections of life and death
Become complete reality
All things will crumble
All will disband
All alone in this world
Souls with nowhere to rest
We offer disillusions as relief
While caught we struggle hopelessly
Boundless confusion saturates
Only in dreams can we have clarity
All things will crumble
All will disband
All alone in this world
Souls with nowhere to rest
Endless Cycles of the Suffering
Endless Cycles of the Suffering
Born into this filth
Life not worth living
These dreams of my death
...and beyond life itself
Alive only to comprehend
these ways passed down throughout the centuries
To inflict all with fear, pain and disease,
death and rebirth, the unending cycle
To die in this pain,
and never to reach a total path of awakening
Born into filth, these dreams of my death
Venial teachings guide toward the false light
Kneel, Kneel, Kneel to the divine
Serve, Serve, Serve the divine corruption
All things will crumble
All will disband
All alone in this world
Souls with nowhere to rest
To lost everything you thought was real
Terrified to let go of what you think you know
Can't stop the struggling, can't let go - collapse
Death and rebirth, the unending cycle
2. Purgatorial Punishment
Final Judgement, your judgement
Purgatorial Punishment
Suffer the karmic consequence
Exalted one, devours the deceased
World of purgation
Mirror of Karma-the naked soul
Denied pleas-souls beg
The impartial form, conjures unbound power
A passage to testify
State of disembodiment
Exoteric vows
A jury of deities
Determines your fate
The five messengers
Young, old, diseased, the punished, death
Desponders of truth
3. Eminent Wrath
A tale of a world left behind,
written to preach to the weak.
Hundreds of thousands wait to bear witness
to this horrid conclusion
The end is near they claim,
rumors of fear consume
The arrival of the final decline of the world
To witness the rise and fall of it all
Haunting visions come to fruition
A foolish faith devours life
Society plagued by the horror of the end,
revel in succession
Slaughtered in an instant,
they'll be punished for believing
Slaughtered in an instant,
they'll be punished for their faith
The sun turns black, faith eclipsed, hope devoured
The moon, blood red, the stars fall like rain
Approaching the consequence
Restrained, you receive the mark of the beast
Soul bound, catastrophic fate
Futile attempts to resist
Your mortal flesh cast down
burning seas of the forth coming equinox
Plead for your essence, writhing in purgatory
Akashic recrods destroyed - Eminent wrath
The sun turns black, faith eclipsed, hope devoured
The moon, blood red, the stars fall like rain
Approaching the consequence
Restrained, you receive the mark of the beast
Soul bound, catastrophic fate
Drink the wine, wrath of god
Judgement fall upon you now
Eternal cries of death
Seed the mark of his name
Fallen through, fallen through sin
His mercy no longer pleads for your soul, plead for your soul
Engulfing elements of strife overrule, cast into flames
You are condemned to this eternal desolation
4. As Grace Descends
Man fell from his grace and strayed from the path
His anger now intolerable
Insidious behold the pale white horse
Hooded messenger of death is now set forth
His dismal gaze cripples souls
Renounce the seven deadly sins
The air unfit to breathe
The water poisoned by a blessing
Darkened skies witness the final sunset
Red rain showering from the heavens
As grace descends!
Barren lands diseased
Complete collapse of conditions
Burning, searing, putrid air
Inhale the toxic atmosphere
Asphyxiate, drown in blood
Boils the flesh and eat through tissue
Torrid winds,
Oceans freeze
Torrential acid rain
The ground quakes
Separates denying life
As grace descends
Volcanic debris consumes those left alive
Denying life
The extinction witness
...as grace descends
5. Sullen Days
The broken ways, as I walk through the emptiness
Lost souls as empty as mine...
barren and desolate, foreseeing the irony
Abolish the self, merge into a singular space...
Confront the self, subduing the whim's inside
No feelings to exude and portray the sullen days
As we hide from the bitterness,
Embellish reality, or so your told...
No other way, to prepare for awakening
Condense the frail ridden mind
Keep without consciousness
To adhere to the ending days
The gods are not here for you now,
Expect a dichotomy
Ancient thoughts to prepare for the exodus
Shutter at what knowledge will hold
Sullen days searching for a singular way
Now I conceive a brutal reality,
Just wanting to kill
Murder in mind, to silence a virus
Internal struggle containing the violence
Wanting to purge the earth
Denying my thoughts to obtain absolution
Pray for my soul to receive its ascension
Sullen days as I dwell in this empty shell
Hopes of redemption decline
Festering hate inside - as I harbor the pain within
A tormented soul that's tortured and bound
- god fearing agony
Broken days, in my bitter reality
Conform thy self, I brood within
Prepare to die, as I wade through these sullen days,
The know not my plans of what destiny holds
What you don't know, is silence can kill
What I know is silence will manifest
HATRED, brewing within me
I dream of KILLING
If thoughts could lash out, you'd all be dead
Now I conceive a brutal reality,
Just wanting to kill
Murder in mind, to silence a virus
Internal struggle containing the violence
Wanting to purge the earth
Denying my thoughts to obtain absolution
Pray for my soul to receive its ascension
Sullen days as I dwell in this empty shell
Hopes of redemption decline
Festering hate inside - as I harbor the pain within
A tormented soul that's tortured and bound
- god fearing agony
Broken days, in my bitter reality
Conform thy self, I brood within
:Prepare to die, as I wade through these sullen days,
They know not my plans of what destiny holds
6. Pinnacle Of Bedlam
Low and behold aeons lives vilified
Enraptured fearing, bleeding, eternal reprise
Succumb to the chaos, subliminal ties
Infecting lost prophecies, awaken ancient binds
Enslaved from the birth, humanity quells
Unnerving feelings culled,and dissatisfied
Prepare for the coming of mass genocide
Death becomes welcome the pinnacle of bedlam
Foretold in life's blood
Encoded false hypocrisy
Scales tip in degradation
Holographic mis-reality
[SOLO: Marchais]
[SOLO: Hobbs]
Chaos... the beginning of sacrifice
the devout stripped
The pastors are praying...
and their false gods have become undefined
Genetic encroachment, all minds crucified
Your death becomes welcome, the pinnacle of bedlam
Flagurate, disperse the inner tides
Propagate, virus debilitates
Infiltrate, hopes deceased for a divine future
Repugnance, the cure of all reincarnations
Born into despair, No life to lead,
Unbarring breed, The cleansing has begun...
Doomed into a retrograde entity
Dim humanity, prolonged disparity
Depressed, obsessed, lucid philosophy
As the reaping sews, the pinnacle of bedlam
Chaos... the approaching extinction
Impending purge, all life cast aside
The immense sickness destroying our once sovereign kind
Imploding humanity, all life crucified
Death becomes welcome, the pinnacle of bedlam
7. My Demise
The thought and the chance. To lose or perhaps to gain
A new found worth or disgust. None the wiser could know
Why is it my burden or blessing
to be the one to go through this loss
To lose or gain a chance at living,
why must I be this barer of such burdens?
To be this fortunate or cursed
I know not the difference with such weight on my shoulders
Again I must continue on the quest given to me
It is not a question, it is the answer - I will be the victor
I'll die too many times and not have learned
the lessons forced upon me
I live not for myself
but for some greater good in this hell we call home
I no longer exist here among men
I've succumb to an unknown force
I't s reduced me to nothing
I am not here even now, where am I? As I still breath
I'm not alive, not to feel. But rather to suffer and die
A lifetime that spans eternity.
Too strong to selfishly close the book of life
This terrible nightmare that I'm living must be all in my head
8. Inversion
The blessing's curse, inversion of the truth
Imperious institutions
Enlightening, or distressing the threshold?
Prevalent degradation
Instinctive conciseness, demanding values of uncertainty
Immutable truths
Iconoclastic renunciation of the false less ness
Rearing expendable purity
Synthetic virtues
Seek out the truth
Foreboding state
Consumes relentlessly
Vital imprisonment
Malicious consequence
Concealed conviction
Desire, fraud, rapture
Insist on the vast hypnosis
Tyranny everlasting
Escape your immortal soul
Distrust, disbelief, discord
The pain, the suffering, the fallacy
[SOLO: Hobbs]
Accursed obscurations of a blessing
Impious mystics lie perpetually
Controlling fate for centuries
influence of ignorance and illusion stage the ambush
The blessing's curse, inversion of the truth
Imperious institutions
Enlightening, or distressing the threshold?
Prevalent degradation
Instinctive conciseness,
demanding values of uncertainty, immutable truths
Iconoclastic renunciation of the false less ness
Rearing expendable purity
9. Rapture Of Revocation
Death lies within thyself
Eager to release itself
Imbued with a life
All it's own
Reckless signs of exclusion
Renounce one's thought
Of suicidal contempt
Despondent and unrelentless
Desire to achive
Sacrificial solace
Pitiful existence lends
A feeling of enrichment
To the other side
Peacefulness ensues
And eases the mind
Taste the nectar of gods
Death is only everlasting
Rapture of the revocation
Denounce the lies that hold you
Don't look to the heavens
For a savior trust in death and not in life
Demons welcome your flesh
Taste the blood and spill the wine
Reborn unto this world
Tip the scales that bind
Unholy lies now vilified
Raised from death and reassured
Your task is incomplete
Unholy lies
Death is only everlasting
Rapture of the revocation
Death is only everlasting
Rapture of the revocation
10. Beginning Of Sorrow
The beginning of sorrow has come.
You cannot build but can destroy with what is left on earth.
Damage, now permanent, is yet enhanced day by day by unstoppable greed.
You are never truly happy unless one suffers more than yourself.
The choice is none, you will live in a world where you must fight a battle.
Some weaker, some stronger, in termination we'll die as one.
We fight amongst ourselves, enhanced by racial difference.
Our hatred never to diminish, it's just growing and growing 'till
out day of release.
We race towards the years of tribulation, where wars, plagues and
the antichrist.
What is the antichrist?
What is it's form?
Questions still asked yet unanswered.
No need for answers, with it's arrival brings sorrow, a sorrow soon
dealt upon all.
Perhaps it's a pestilence in a form of virus spreading in it's own
epidemic.
Perhaps it is famine killing off millions.
Does this happen 'cause we lack enough food.
One man's greed affects others less privileged, a cruel form of
population control.
Why does this happen?
It is predestined fate not open for reason or change.
It's all been predicted, we'll die in vast numbers of a sickness
that has no known cure.
We'll play the unknowing yet all are aware tribulation is here now
for sure.
Guy Marchais ‒ Guitars
Frank Mullen ‒ Vocals
Terrance Hobbs ‒ Guitars
Derek Boyer ‒ Bass
Dave Culross ‒ Drums
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