[Lyrics: AOP]
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I wear the crown of razor-thorns above tangled, twitching cables
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Protruding from a bloodstained mouth wide in soundless agony
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I, wreathed in tortured wires in the displaced gulf
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Scorched hand gnarled around spheres of collapsing time
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Pitiable fragments of war-ravaged cities creep behind horizons
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Clawing through the toxic fumes and pits of atrophied hope
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Humanity flees into sewers infested with seething terrors
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Poisoned herds digested by an aeon of stagnation
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I see nothing but the vastness of the envenomed stars
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I scream towards
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The transitional suns in a dilating reality
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I've seen everything but the vacuum of infinity
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I'm the one who trampled glass into God's grave of filth
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Beneath the crumbling relics of the machinated empire
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The unsullied throne becomes the pestilential tomb
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Voices without mouths shriek words without expression
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Minds without matter writhe in formless, wretched hunger
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We are the life after death
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We are the nightmare suspension
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We are the cultivated hell around the transforming relic
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The AXIS OF PERDITION
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It's post-human stellar beauty of the coldest sphere
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It's the entrancing glare of an imploding world
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It's black hole noise, whispers of singularity
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Subsonic star-choir on the astral frequency
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It's the volatile retort of the chaos contortion
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It's the nightmare desynchrony of the dying god
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It's realities torn away in planetary rape
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It's the gift of unspoken cycles
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This is it......This is the end of time!
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Nightmare Suspension
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Axis Of Perdition |