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Soil
02:53
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Soil.
Under the soil.
Dying eyes staring in the depths of the soil.
Hollow, Worthless.
Empty vessel.
The senses you once relied on now lead you to death.
Finding nothing left.
Succumb to the void and embrace your death.
Bullets strip you of your skin.
Pass into your next of kin.
Doomed to lie among the dead.
Maggots writhing in your head.
The light in your eyes goes out as you bleed to death.
You try to scream out for help but you're out of breath.
The sound of a snapping rib makes you wince.
As bodies are piling and piling on top of you.
Pure.
Unadulterated.
Mindless.
Slaughter.
Crawling for your life.
A piece of barbed wire sharp as a knife.
Catches your stomach, tearing the skin.
Opening you up like a bean bag.
Steaming organs spill out.
What was within comes out.
Wrenching with torturous pain.
Struggling to die in vain.
Nothingness becomes you now.
Drowning in your organs on the ground.
Soil.
Under the soil.
Dying eyes staring in the depths of the soil.
Hollow, Worthless.
Empty vessel.
The senses you once relied on now leave you bereft.
Succumb to the void and embrace your death.
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2. |
Alone
03:23
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A mere shade of what you used to be.
Fragments of a distant memory.
Paled by suffering.
On bare feet you tread this broken ground.
Monotonous and ominous.
An ocean of abject misery.
Amid pulverised rock piles, the horizon line blurs.
Between blasted earth and poison clouds, no new life can occur.
Crawling slowly onward, looking for anyone or anything.
To make this wretched, feeble, pointless life of yours to which you cling still seem worth living.
Leaking, oozing, seeping, losing life.
Maddening isolation, brain runs rife.
All colours have drained into gloom.
The skin over your eyes is glued shut.
Fed upon by the ants.
Fed upon by the vermin.
No-one should be left alone this long.
Exhausted from months of starvation induced insomnia.
You'd eat your own daughter if you hadn't already.
Shivering so violently you shit yourself.
Your throat is fucked from screaming so loud.
The taste of blood is all that you know now.
You'd try to speak but you've forgotten how.
Bloated skies swollen with freezing rain.
Caustic slush burns and bites your legs with unbearable pain.
Rendering you lame and weak.
Immobile and useless on your feet.
All alone in a world devoid of every breath but one.
All alone in a world afforded every death but one.
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3. |
Hysteria
03:08
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Sterile, uncomfortable void.
Panic, then nothing, then panic again.
Confused, shaking and terrified.
You’d get out, you’d run away from the end.
If you knew from where it was coming.
But you don’t, so you won’t.
Terror insists that you should start running.
So you do, but where to?
Nothing and no-one can help.
Look to only yourself.
Nobody else even cares.
There's nobody else even there.
Do not expect that'll you find.
Any help from your mind.
It has shown you every sign.
It will treat you unkind.
Hysteria, endemic despair.
Swarming thoughts clouding your head.
Shuddering spasms multiply under your skin.
Piercing pains burrow deep into your flesh.
Vivid visions of dirty piss horrify you.
Flitting and scuttling like insects and rats.
A black hole for a mind that's one of kind.
Delighting in hurting itself, fabricating this hell.
You're doing this to yourself.
Your mental health.
Is dragging you closer to death.
Your mouth produces not even a sound.
As you double over and hit the ground hard.
Trickling blood dripping down from your brow.
Longing and wishing that you were somehow dreaming or dead.
Gash oozing fluid all over your hair.
Blood loss increasing your sense of despair.
Weeping with dread.
Hysteria, endemic despair.
Sweat drips down into open eyes as they stare.
Panic writhes and breeds inside your head.
Piercing pains, they make you want to be dead.
To be dead.
Blurring visions of enemies terrifying.
Paralysing fear can't keep you from crying.
You're head's the bastard, so cut it off.
Sunder the mind from the body, cut it right off.
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4. |
Swarm Of Disease
04:17
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Reeking black.
Furious swarm of disease.
Anomalous forms of death invading.
Insipid, lifeless portals of flesh.
Pulsing in pointless patterns.
Breeding filth in their wake.
Driven blindly onward by the seething call of contamination.
The streets are flooded by an overwhelming tide of rats.
Spewed out of the filth below, leaving every home an open grave.
Biological processes of life.
Strangled, suppressed.
Shadowed by death in the black death deluge.
Black death deluge.
Worm infested.
Struck down.
Flailing at the light.
Not a soul left unmolested.
Living in filth, gorging yourself like a parasite.
Black breath.
Breeding death.
Empty vessel.
Filling with plague.
Pointless to be brave.
Limping to your grave.
Shit out of luck.
Leagues beyond fucked.
Left with nothing.
Inside but sickness.
Alone and dying.
Shaking and crying.
For the end you're longing.
Your tongue turned inwards.
The rats are scratching their way within you.
Reeking black swarm of disease inside you.
Disease inside you.
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5. |
Half-Eaten Corpse
02:25
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A peek inside.
Of your body.
Of your carcass.
Of your life.
Vultures picking at eyes, at this neck, at your lice.
Joining in with the worms, with the rats, with the flies.
Sheaves of skin pulled away from the muscles the need them.
Leaving exposed and open the meat that makes you whole.
Flecks of their spit mix with drops of your blood.
As the beaks dig in deeper and this body grows lighter.
You're torn apart.
Lying in this soiled bed.
This bed of soil, that you've stained red.
Cuts, gashes and wounds, they cover your head.
As the birds pick, as the rats bite, as your body lies dead.
Vandal of the earth, littering the ground with your carcass.
Left on the ground, forgotten and alone.
No rats, no vultures, no worms eating you.
Your consumers, they've abandoned you, maybe you taste like failure.
They have left you as you rot, left you to bacteria.
Threadbare husk, husk of a human.
Life has drained, drained out from you.
All you are now, all you'll ever be.
Right here and now, and for eternity.
A forgotten meal, a half-eaten corpse.
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6. |
Black Pit Of Fear
04:45
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Nothing to see.
Not a fucking sound.
Got to get out.
Get out.
Frantic eyes scanning.
For figures in the dark.
Hearing nothing.
But your own pounding heart.
Screaming for help.
Makes you vulnerable.
Silence yourself.
If that's even possible.
Desperately searching.
For any scrap of light.
Heartbeat racing faster.
Fists clenching tight.
Biting, clenching, helpless here.
Pulse increasing, the threat unclear.
Escalate the threat that you're feeling here.
An ominous, evil, brooding fear.
Nothing to see, nothing to hear.
In this cold and choking atmosphere.
Fear.
In this your own black pit of fear.
Nothing to see.
Got to get out.
Screaming for help.
Silence yourself.
Rationality doesn't factor into this.
Anxiety will claw you apart.
You were always doomed to die here.
Right from the very start.
Your fear will end when you do.
You can stop this yourself.
This terror is closing you in.
Nobody's coming to help.
Your legs are shaking, struggling to keep you upright.
Paralysed arms hanging limp and useless by your side.
Retching and gagging, bent over in pain.
Sickening waves of nausea pulse through you again and again.
Your body can't handle what your mind is doing to it.
Folding into yourself as you collapse to the ground.
Sweating and shaking and shuddering uncontrollably.
As you finally give in and submit to a cold and lonely end.
Lying limp, lifeless and pathetic in a puddle of sweat and shame.
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7. |
Crawling Below
03:24
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Crawling below.
Waiting for you.
Watching you.
They're longing for you.
Waiting below.
Watching you.
Crawling below.
Longing for you.
Subterranean spectres of death.
Dwelling in pits deep in the earth.
Living and breeding where no human can.
Tearing at these dying embers of a dying man.
Grappling with their unquenchable lust.
Clawing for this weakened husk of you.
Crawling below.
Waiting for you.
Watching you.
They're longing for you.
Crawling.
Waiting.
Watching.
Longing.
Slurping the dregs.
In fiendish rags.
Needing you.
Your seconds are few.
Subterranean.
Monolithic.
Creeping.
Spectres of death.
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8. |
Shit In Your Wounds
02:08
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The stench hypnotic.
The view angelic.
An invasion of shit in your veins.
You’re skin is broken.
Your puss pours out.
You’re riven open.
You’re rent apart.
The feeling unbearable.
The sensation unknown.
The expansion of faeces being forced through your body.
Your limbs have burst.
Your insides are outside.
A rapture of ruptures.
Inviting what’s to come.
A punishment divine.
Waste no longer wasted.
A prayer for the end.
You’re skin is broken.
Your puss oozes out.
You’re riven open.
You’re cloven apart.
I’ll shit in your wounds.
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Veins
05:22
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Your veins are open.
Filth crawling through your veins.
Flowing to your brain.
Foreign objects teeming in your veins.
Waste and debris knowing no restraint.
Now feel your life start to drain.
Filth crawling through your veins.
Crawling through your veins.
Crawling through your veins.
Waste and debris knowing no restraint.
Knowing no restraint.
Foreign objects teeming in your veins.
Flowing to your brain.
Life is draining you will die in pain.
You will die in pain.
When your life has drained.
Your veins are closed.
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