Terminal Bloom

Living is that sickening feeling of swaying over the edge When naming the days feels like counting down I take what I can get because I've given more than I possess I hold my head high because I'm trying not to drown Understanding what gets you through might end up killing you Understand what's killing you Like trying to feel pleasure without pain Like trying to survive without vice Jumping in with both feet just to tread water Trusting others too much and yourself, not enough Understanding what gets you through might end up killing you Understand what's killing you Disposed on the side of the road, left to wonder If the headlights are a savior or a killer Conscious mind, body paralyzed, just trying to wake up Living is the sickening feeling of dread Living is the impending presence of death

You’ve arrived and it feels as though you’ve been here for some time. You’ve been here all along. Now you’re growing tired. Try to rest under bright, chilling imminence Trapped where sands pile up behind you Drinking of a grotesque reflection Dying to be carried away The end won’t begin when you climb aboard We have always been his passengers In the ultimate sense We were born to roam Kharon’s shores Do you know what time it was that you lost your shadow? It’s sinking in. It happens all over again. The end won’t begin when you climb aboard We have always been his passengers The end won’t begin when you climb aboard We have always been his passengers I didn't know that I was dying, you said. He said "just give it time," and laughs, "out here everything just tends to fall into place, and it all starts to make sense." Red sky at night; let's go for another ride. Letting go of a grotesque reflection. Dying to be carried away.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Passenger side, I can see why you gave it up Searching out through the glass Looking from inside, but hiding from it all You never wanted to be recognized There’s something wrong with a dormant tide Are you settling, or are you rising high I have overcome enough to realize The swell will cast its spell and then we’ll all break Motherfucker, you broke her She couldn’t laugh when it was over Never wanted to open the door Never wanted to risk a crash She woke up, we are breaking Wait for the dormant tide to break Wait for the dormant tide to wake Wait for the break

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

The year has come full circle and now we’re standing here again Your existence makes me pick at my skin My existence makes you want more and more… You are rotting, but it’s feeding the spores I am retching, but it’s feeding the spores Tomorrow is a new day with new light and new life But right now we’re in the blackest depths of night Winter bones emerging from a history of gore You’re still rotting, but it’s feeding the spores I am retching, but it’s feeding the spores A touch can contaminate enough to grow a killer A bloom in its freshest peak won’t take long to wither An inviting scent can trigger a grotesque memory But from the rot, new life From the spores, we rise

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

When I was ready to begin, you were done Thought you got everything you wanted out of me Does it ever feel like you left something behind? To this day I hope it still weighs on your mind Do I haunt any of you like you haunt me? What unfinished business could have Except for you to warn me I’m doing it all wrong? Left something behind? There is more here, but I have missed the chance to grow Do you think we could have been happy? Do you know you’ve underestimated me? All that time, you just wanted the chase Now we’re running through my dreams Does it ever feel like you’ve left something behind? To this day I hope it still weighs on your mind When I was ready to begin, you were done Thought you got everything you wanted out of me Do you think you got what you wanted out of me? Do you know you’ve underestimated me? All this time, you just wanted the chase All this time, we’ve just been running through my days

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

I realized he’s a bigger part of me than I ever told you When he died, I cried more than I ever thought I would I still do now Do I let you go or do I hold tighter? I don’t know; it’s the same dilemma You’re combusting right in front of me Can I stop it from happening? If he is a part of me, what does that say about me? I tried not to let him in, but now he’s all I see Thought I was stronger all this time But I’d just make the same mistake twice If I tried to shut you out

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

I have never found All hearts will set in stone I thought I must be long Till the last men Standing in the way of my peace I am lost in the way of my will Our floating bodies Let me love Did somebody see this today Was done before In the rise on living out our worst fears I know only this I need to be hopeful and let it be Powerful And I felt so fucking strong But wish I hadn't left the blood I tried to make this my life At which I can't help withstand Everytime they find me I pray for them to take everything But they don't, just watch and leave And I grow, they change my home They wait, they know that next time There will be something more to take And I felt so fucking strong But wish I hadn't left the blood I tried to make this my life At which I can't help withstand I have come apart I was so sinister I thought it must be long Till the last men Standing in the way of my peace I am lost in the way of my will Just to pray on the singing body Of the last man standing

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

I just want to land on flat feet, but I’m detaching Floating away above the scenery I’m feeling everything anew, but I don’t want to The way I see your faces, your bodies in our reality Collectively – I’ve come to comprehend it differently, and it’s scaring me It feels like my mind’s cables connected to this life are cracked and scrambling The message gives meaning to what I see in our reality, collectively I watch myself become someone else I have no idea who or how to stop it Grasping at straws, clawing up walls Gasping in the air that’s never there quickly enough Who will I be when I land, or am I neverlanding? Floating away above this scenery I’m feeling everything anew

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Restlessness causing friction; friction releasing heat Heat wasting energy; heart losing steam Why do we hold our breath? Is it to pause time? I keep just enough air in my lungs To let my thoughts float so they won’t weigh me down How much time do I have left? I can feel something stirring, still suspending my breath And when the ashes settle, who will be left? Left to my own devices I turn to vices I return to this city though I’ve hurt so many here How much time do I have left before I need to breathe again?

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025