Part I - Let the rising tide take you:
The synthesis of our failures
Is a collective without purpose
A life conformed to outside forces
Beyond control
And beyond grasp

There’s a stench in the air
A feeling of oncoming death
A suffocation
Don’t breath the air
Don’t drink the water
Let the rising tide take you

Keep your guns
Keep your flags
Keep your borders and meaningless rhetoric
I rather drown than take part in this

It’s a story without end
A melody sweet with consonance
In a movement shrouded in dissonance
In a million years
It’ll still echo in the atoms of the world
Vibrating and oscillating for none

Nothing perishes but the now
As you feel the current rushing in
Passing through your fingers
Take hold of your memory and don’t forget to exhale

Exhale

Let the rising take you
Deeper and deeper

Exhale
Death

Keep your guns
Keep your flags
Keep your borders and meaningless rhetoric
Nothing perishes but the now

Exhale
Death

Exhale

World
Death

Suffocation

World
Death

Annihilation

Exhale

Part II - World death:
World death

Let the rising tide take you
Deeper and deeper

World death

It’s a tale without end
A melody sweet with consonance

Spinning their webs
These men hold us hostage for all that is vital
There’s a feeling of oncoming death
Beyond grasp
Beyond control

Exhale

World death
Suffocation

World death
Annihilation

Suffocation

Annihilation

Part III - Cleansing fire:
Bury the blade
Deeper
Closer to its end
Spin it faster

Set the flames higher
And burn every last one of them

Feed me their ashes
And let them smolder until Spring comes

Mad men grow weary as they pursue their absolutes
Index turnovers bring catastrophes
All that’s Left will consume itself

Burn every last one of them…

Every last one of them…

All that’s Left will consume itself
Every form of expression made vile
Complacent in their absolutes
Blind with derision
They have turned on their brethren
As they revel in anarchy

Violence breeds violence
Left becomes might
Left becomes Right

Silenced voices harken for turmoil
As they light their torches
They call for blood
They call for soil…

Burn every last one of them

Set the flames higher
And let them smolder until Spring comes…

Burn every last one of them

Burn
Burn
Higher

Thoughts
Prayers
Set the flames higher

Thoughts
Prayers
Higher

Part IV - Deaths of despair:
Deaths of despair
Leave behind surrendered minds
Swimming in anguish

We mourn for a past
Green and warm
As the sea rises to embrace its progeny

It was once our home
Cold
Deep
And dark

Perhaps it is a calling
Leading us back
To the depths
A homecoming
Crashing
Seeping
Inundating

It is a symphony
Bellowing with the screams
Of festering voices

Drowning lives

Mother will break this era
Mother will end the cycle

It was once our home
Cold
Deep
And dark

Perhaps it is a calling
Leading us back
A homecoming
Crashing
Inundating

Wasting away shores
And your meaningless borders

Drowning lives

It’s a symphony
Bellowing with the screams
Of festering voices

Mother will break this era
Mother will eat its young
Mother will end the cycle

Deaths of despair

Break the cycle
End the era

Drowning lives

Deaths of despair

Break the cycle
End the era

Hearts racing
Pumping from exhaustion
Lips blue with yearning for better days
Gaping mouths swallow in full as they sink

Tears dissolve in the salty mix
Winds blow with circular rage and leveling promise
Waves wash away the screams
Deaf to their prayers
Bringing death to their heirs

Watch as the waves wash away their screams
Deaf to their prayers

Bodies pile as they sink below
A feeding frenzy for the sentient
Philosophical queries will dissolve
A puzzle for them that will evolve

Life nourishing the new minds
As a new cycle begins
Flesh for flesh

Watch as the waves wash away their screams
Deaf to their prayers

Part V - Terra incognita:
They find themselves in a barren land
Covered in ashes

What have we become
We are only silhouettes
Shadows of our ingenuity
Beauty escapes us
Now that we only gather

The sea breeds poisoned brine
That eats at our flesh

Life has long since migrated to lands far and distant
Under these ashes are the remains of modernity
Are there others?

Come closer and let me feel the comfort of another

You feel cold to the touch…
Milky white is the color of your eyes
Lips black and charred
There’s a stench rising
Sweet and sickly
Come closer and let me feel the comfort of another
As you satisfy this hunger…

Are there others?

Panic strikes as the footsteps approach closer
Heartbeat races as the gnashing commences
Rivers begin to flow
Tearing limb from limb
This is a feast like no other before
In this barren land of ashes

Come closer
Let me feel the comfort of another…

Hands lay bare and bloodied
There’s a warmth emanating from within
Through the clouds peeks a star
Distant and neutral
As I exhale my last
I can feel the rising tide taking me…

“The self is the synthesis of our failures; but it is only a partial synthesis. Fear what I say.”
The Possibility of an Island
Michel Houellebecq