Deafening Compression

Our dramatist's record of dissoulution
Is the work of his scimitar inked in blood
Deafening compression, the exploit of mania
To chronicle the warfare and perfidty of his own diming
Deafening compression, his strength, his weakness

His death is the aftermath of his adroitness
Drawn out in the magnificence of his extremities
It remains immortal, but dies beside him

Our dramatist's record of dissoulution
Is the work of his scimitar inked in blood
Deafening compression, the exploit of mania
To chronicle the warfare and perfidty of his own diming
Deafening compression, his strength, his weakness

Memory rises
Blood boils
His muscles jolt and quake
His eyes twitch

Awake
Awake

Shores of consternation elevate in the darkness of this anew
There is merit and glamor in this anesthetic awareness
Waves of constant hysteria rise with the phobia of asphyxiation
This shell of wood and obscurity palpitates the ulcerated tendencies

There is worth in the paralyzation of death
There is value in the consciousness of life

Our dramatist's record of dissoulution
Is the work of his scimitar inked in blood
Deafening compression, the exploit of mania
To chronicle the warfare and perfidty of his own diming
Deafening compression, his strength, his weakness

Arise, arise to a new world

Arise, arise to the grim reaper