Been run aground by generations past following blindly to the symphony of devastation. Call me an Iconoclast with the intuition to absolve thee from your mortal values.With the intuition to abolve thee from your mortal values.
With these truths obscured by visceral waste. I have come to release you from your mortal ties. Now you too, shall dwell amongst these heathens, With text scrawled upon your flesh.
The Festering imprint of abomination. Reap what is sewn. Reap what is sewn.
As the apparition of your humanitee vanishes before you. Behold this is the world of the damned.
Living to bear the weight of this eternal condemnation is only the first of your sacrilege. Beyond what is able to be perceived, the isolation will consume your innermost thoughts and dreams. As you wallow in the seas of misery, unable to quench your thirst.
Here lies the ignorance of your haste to abandon all that was promised.Gaze upon the scripture that bares your eternal ink. Absolve yourself from being.
released January 25, 2017
Recorded and mixed @ Blasphemy Studios
Mastered @ 608 Studios
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