Cathexis
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Arms eloping away Appended, frail disguise Body suspended in time Thoughts engulfed in a dread so artistically elusive Sanity mouldering at the surplus of light Scrutinizing the Veil to the point of obsession Torn apart from delusions that grasp me to reality I stand corrected Such is our fate
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
Alas, this ominous presence came unfettered and unannounced Oh, so swiftly pain transmuted into shameful delight So perceptible became neglect and listlessness So primitive appeared the shivering dread that sprouted in the wake of moments… Moments in between deliriums There was not enough foliage to hide from the sun Aching for the mist to settle There were not enough reasons to keep breathing spring air There is a faint glimpse of the acolyte, peering from emotions ajar Its delicate whisper tenderly carries through the wind: “I am the emissary of despair, no matter the prayer, you’ll remain Forever marked with hidden stigmata under the cloth.” “I am the empress of these dreary sights, the muse of the absurd Commander of astros, and queen of stars; mistress of the night No place for answers to be found within my sweet embrace Devoid of purpose are your futile attempts at cursing the sky.” Weary, feeble, let the scars to mold Forlorn, astray, left for stars to engulf I remain undone I remain undone Bleaker times to come I remain alone Come in, rain or storm
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
The air was brimming with uncertainty An overt weight of inertia The stench of dread escapes from the windowpane At what could betide from this dire communion Curse begotten Emptiness manifested Dread perennial Illusion shattered Torrent unleashed Omen of dissolution Lo and behold The insidious titan Mind depravity Creeping triviality Self-destructive joy Lull for the cloying wills Nihil embraced Purpose forlorn Burn the effigy To the ground Titan coming into play… “At times something happens and I stop dreaming, of the house and the pine trees, of my childhood around it. Then I get depressed. And I can’t wait to see this dream, in which I’ll be a child again and feel happy again, because everything will still be ahead, everything will be possible…” Sweet innocence, escaping from my grasp Tainted visions reaching through my eyes Wind be my warm mantle I’ll awake when all is said and done
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026