Allegaeon - The Dopamine Void, Pt. II

Cursed visions of secret lights
cast through glass and drawn curtains of fire
rooms of forlorn abandon
where the eyes of the mind cannot fathom
Standing in the place where stones of ruins rest unshaken
by intrusions traced through time
On approach light finds the eyes

Thrust into a world
akin to darkness, ruptured by the sun

A spinning wheel that spells disaster -
the circle growing deeper every day.

New and overwhelming senses
the warmth arrived and welcomed
is blinding, white, and deeper into light
Hesitant to enter,
or rather crushed by grave impediment
incapable of pushing onward -
a spirit transmuting.

Thrust into a world
akin to darkness, ruptured by the sun.

A spinning wheel that spells disaster -
the circle growing deeper every day.

Impetuous it must be -
stepping out into the unseen
to carve a valley unending;
to break from trepidation and be free.

Through growth and decay:
chasing through overgrowth and horrors
where once was the way
led to promise and visions of a great salvation.

A spinning wheel that spells disaster -
the circle growing deeper every day.

Bastards of the earth,
now standing pillars to the flames -
the hardened monuments to wistful misery.

Masters of the earth
erecting pillars within flames -
arduous monuments of listless misery.

[Guitar solo1: Greg Burgess]
[Guitar solo 2: Michael Stancel] Открыть страницу с текстом

When the blood finally comes, let it sting.
Pumped to the surface from eons, seething.
The rising sea - breathe in, bleed out.
A billion souls the cost of doubt.

First time you feel alive
is right before you die.
Worst time to be alive -
survive to see the night expire.
Look out, my soon to die,
on lovely blackened sky.
Sing forever into every man.

Oh, how I loved them - these dying lands
Oh, how I loved them - killed by guilty hands
Worse beyond the fate now set and immersed in
writing in the fire are seers and curses

Your future fated with lifeblood, irrigated
This shell I leave behind gently becoming alive
Offered to those below -
fossil earth extends her home.

First time you feel alive
is right before you die.
Worst time to be alive -
survive to see the night expire.

Settle to the bottom of a world immersed in flame
upon a pedestal a treasure that invites our fury, emanating,
carving out a vision in the sediment to stay
beyond the generations that will simply die and fade with age.

With no more life to kill
your heart, it loses will.
Unsated, falling, falling fast
you turn your own to glass.

You turn your own to glass.

First time you feel alive
is right before you die.
Worst time to be alive -
survive to see the night expire.
Look out, my soon to die,
on lovely blackened sky,
Sing fever into every man.

Oh, how I loved them - these dying lands.
Oh, how I loved them - killed by guilty hands
Worse beyond the fate now set and immersed in
writing in the fire are seers and curses

Destroy.

[Guitar solo 1: Greg]
[Piano solo: Tommy Bonnevialle]
[Guitar solo 2: Michael] Открыть страницу с текстом

In the web you left behind
I fail to find or forgive myself.

Long and cold have they grown
sunless days in this home.
Often and over and over again -
thoughts that won't come to rest.

Why did you suffer this alone all along?

All dim, all pale - so lift me on the pyre -
The feast is over. The lamps expire.

Long and cold has it grown,
this road you wandered once.
Often and over and over again -
led to inevitable ends.

Why did you suffer this alone all along?
What desperation guides your hand to blanket these vacant walls?

By keystroke you wrote, "I was called home,"
and through that action I lost my own.

Through that action I lost my own home.

The peace the trigger granted begat the horror of flesh and bone.
I only hope you found, that which was sought

By keystroke you wrote, "I was called - called home."

The dissolution of brotherhood brought by a mist of red - I am home.

Carried you thusly and later read
that I, "deserve better," - what this life has fed.
Now I must embrace the lessons taught -
everything you taught me.

I cleaned your blood from off the screen,
scraped your brain matter, and let loose a scream.
Relegated your life to trash and unseen -
shattered butt grateful for all you did for me.

The role you played was the most important of all.
Why did you suffer this alone?
No one was with you when you died.
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As the sun at night and the stars in the day, the emptiness that surrounds me
Is truly amazing, a vision destroyed
Like the sound of a whisper descending in the distant darkness

Retreating from the grasp of the hands that burn the world
In the pale light of the daybreak I change again to stone
Thrust so deeply into the dirt that I can never be surfaced
Like a shipwreck fallen far beneath into the trenches of the deep

Dreams, like memories, lose their taste over time
And the bitterness quickly becomes
All you can remember, so fear not for after
The pain subsides, it will be like you never dreamt at all

I have no way to survive or place to belong while staying alive
Mysteries sealed in cages of steel, clattering far above where vision has failed

Living is the chaos of existence
Dismantling itself, instant by instant
There is no uncertainty or fear within
For living is what creates it

Confessing from behind a mask, insincerity spilling out over the edges
Where the mystery of being hangs, snakes from the mouths of the withered and aged
Like a flame broken into embers
A once unbearable heat has faded away
When the light goes out
The darkness is deeper than if it had never shone
As the light goes out
In this cavern so dark I hope to remain

Like a flame broken into embers
A once unbearable heat has faded away

Shapeless is the mold I'm encased in
Chased by a wraith in a hundred

Places I fear, this dream I once held dear is disappearing
The picture of a world of gray is getting clear
So many differences, interpretations taking place
The dream I once held dear is fading away

Now drifted so far into the distance
This ship of Theseus is sinking

Living is the chaos of existence
Dismantling itself, instant by instant
Living is the chaos of existence
Dismantling itself, instant by instant
There is no uncertainty or fear within
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Whispering wood where emptiness stirs,
where the eyes of the sun dare not linger,
where a cloister of silhouette shapes emerge
and feast on the bodies of beasts and worms.

This is the place where I rest my bones
and the river that cleanses me runs alone.

To be there again where my spirit longs
and sleep in the soil forevermore.

Under the sky where the moon is scarred -
marred by the clouds, the shapes of gods
and devils that spirit away to the souls
to harness the power of grief and woe.
Turning away to the mist and the fog
pulling my spirit away from the bogs

Far from the whispers of bustling streets
concert of angels is buried beneath
myriad monoliths stuck in the soil
smoldering death from the sewers below

This is the place where I rest my bones
and the river that cleanses me runs alone
to be there where my spirit longs
and sleep in soil forevermore.


Ragged and weary, awake - trembling
from the snap in the air as the shivering breeze
mimics the frailty escaping from these
whimpering lungs that can barely breathe.
Dreams that have carried me vanish away -
the mist, long arisen, painted in gray.

Far from the whispers of bustling streets
concert of angels is buried beneath.
Landscapes that once held a permanent place
rescind into darkness where they will remain

This is the place where I rest my bones
and the river that cleanses me runs alone
to be there again where my spirit longs
and sleep in soil forevermore

The skin is stripped from tender vessels
clawing and crying out, wholly aware
of the dawn encroaching bringing with it the pain

of facing another day...
The pain of waking
and facing another day;
this pain is never ending.

This is the place where I rest my bones
and the river that cleanses me runs alone
to be there again where my spirit longs
and sleep in soil forevermore.

This is the place where I lost my bones
in the river that cleansed me.
To be there where my spirit has grown
and sleep forever.

((Guitar solo 1: Greg))
((Guitar solo 2: Michael)) Открыть страницу с текстом

God chases away the sacred bull
brazen and filled with souls.

Go, set onward for faltering
goals - inexplicable like ancient tomes.
Driven by a source unknown
perhaps fear of only coming close
never truly knowing how to hold a future frozen by time -
like ice - unmelting and growing into glaciers.

No hope -
No hope for going forward.
No love in inescapable odds.

Serpents that guide them waling blindly
into bindings that smother their hearts
pumping blood (unlike the rest of us)
as oil emerges and darkens the sun.

No hope -
No hope for going forward.
No love in inescapable odds,
only sorrow just as always.

Only loss.
Only loss.
Only loss.

O! Nothing slowly becomes my only home
and in the sun it's always cold.

The night! It breathes in a weak and rasping breeze
through the trees as the music of leaves that burn
beneath the blood on my feet
blend with the thunder that changes to rain. This pain
is sweet for it seeps into me and reminds me that I am
alive

The night! It breathes in a weak and rasping breeze
through the trees as the music of leaves that burn
beneath the blood on my feet
blend with the thunder that changes to rain. This pain
is sweet for it seeps into me and reminds me that I am alive
and also just so tired.

I try to find my reasoning mind, but inside
the light that once provided
is blinding and scorching my weeping eyes.

No hope -
No hope for us.
No love
against these odds.

I try to die under stars as the seamless sky is crying,
hurting for we and our broken dreams

No hope -
No hope for going forward.
No love in inescapable odds,
only sorrow just as always.

Only loss.
Only loss.
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Forevermore into the light of a star that will never dawn.

Woe -
in separation from the earth I've grown alone;
emancipating myself from the grasp of this mortal coil.
Soulless -
breathing but barely living as the days tire on.
Joyless actions preceding the oncoming squall.

On I go
so nothing more need be told - to do so is pointless.
My own story goes into the void.
Into the void

Forevermore into the light of a star that will never dawn.
Open closing tomes onto the hands that are begging for warmth.
Forevermore into the night under stars that will never fall.
Open closing hope on the hands that are breaking and falling down.

No more -
poison slowly coats the wound.
No more -
engulfed in horror; sealed inside the tomb.

Like ruins sleeping for the ages:
now so do I.
Exhausting options
left with naught but what is obvious.

Into oblivion
I peer into the deep
and finally see the reckoning
that waits for me...

Forevermore

Into the night, into the light of a star that will never dawn.
Open closing tomes onto hands that are begging for warmth.
Forevermore into the night under stars that will never fall.
Open, closing, choking on hope and the bones of tomorrow.

Into the light of a star that will never dawn.
Open closing tomes onto hands that are begging for warmth.
Forevermore into the night under stars that will never fall.
Open closing hope on the hands that are breaking and falling down.

Open closing tomes onto hands that are begging for warmth.
Open, closing, choking on hope and the bones of tomorrow.

[Guitar solo 1: Greg]
[Guitar solo 2: Michael]
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Holding on - destined to act in the place of a faceless god
Holding out - waiting for great reward at the end of an endless road

Emptiness awaits - everything real will drift into darkness and disappear.
No joy to be told at the end of the world.

There is nothing.
Nothing awaits us with arms as a vacuous maw.
There is nothing.
There is nothing at all.

[Guitar solo: Greg]
[Piano solo: Tommy] Открыть страницу с текстом

You fools -
do you not see the hopelessness
and ambiguity you cling to
serves not but as a segue
into crimes against the world?

Holding on - destined to act in the place of a faceless god.
Holding out - waiting for great reward at the end of an endless road.

There is nothing.
Nothing awaits us with arms as a vacuous maw.
There is nothing.
There is nothing at all.

A life best served in expectation
is not a life but is a self-imposed indoctrination
that buries and leaves behind only ashes and bones -
a great cessation of thought bringing birth to the era of horrors.

There is nothing.
Nothing awaits us with arms as a vacuous maw.
There is nothing.
There is nothing at all.

Turning into waste among the serpents of decay -
into a poisonous and bloated iteration
of a former state of life as defined as the process of dying -
past the hands of existence and into the fray
where the carrion crows lay in wait
to dessicate bodies desecrated by the torturing of hope
hanging down like the end of a rope
long severed into a well that has long run dry.

Cancerous, the architecture -
method of believing in a symptomatic
ever-swarming, chomping at the bit to propagate
a world dilemma fabricated somewhere said to be eternal -
where the worms crawl. Infernal destiny awaits us all -
self-righteous servants
existing as nothing but thralls.

They all lie and tell themselves,
"This is how we'll survive."
They lie to themselves over all.

There is nothing.
Nothing awaits you -
your soul is a vacuous maw.
There is nothing.
There is nothing at all.

[Guitar solo 1: Michael]
[Guitar solo 2: Greg]
[Guitar solo 3: Michael] Открыть страницу с текстом

The weight that looms above me fills this arid chasm to the brim.
A dread that overwhelms me designs the lines wherein shapes
of distant, strange and often wasted memories
that bear no meaning steal my presence of mind.

Through the trees and this tangle of weeds that is leading me deeper,
desperately into a dream where the reaches of fever and sickness of mind can't find me
I come to my feet and careening - screaming into the empty -
looking for something for anything other than me to carry my grief.

My tongue is laced with blades of ire
to scrape away this taste
left by tears and rain and ashes and waste.
The faceless coward within me glowers,
taking and giving out misery.

Through the trees and this tangle of weeds that is leading me deeper,
desperately into a dream where the reaches of fever and sickness of mind can't find me
I come to my feet and careening - screaming into the empty -
looking for something for anything other than me to carry my grief away.

Nothing on the wayside left to waste, eating all of my fears in empty days, away

Take me further from safety for everyone,
Take me further away...
Left to waste

[Guitar solo 1: Greg]
[Guitar solo 2: Michael]
[Guitar solo 3: Greg]
[Bass solo: Brandon Michael]
[Guitar solo 4: Greg] Открыть страницу с текстом

You reapers -
you demons consume the blind.
Cloaked in gold -
burning futures, destroying lives.

So come and take it -
Effluent miasma growing.

You creatures -
skin of humans, souls of ghosts.
Shrouded motives -
pages torn tied into ropes.

So come and take it -
jaws open, a negligent nemesis.
So come and take it -
a monster, a nightmare descending again.

You will never take it away - the flame
that burns alive inside these cages that shape us.

Vile seekers -
The vermin of humankind.
Exacerbating
futility and wringing it dry.

So choke and taste it -
jaws open, a negligent nemesis.
So cold and graceless -
A monster, a nightmare descending

You will never take it away - the flame
that burns alive inside us and rages.
You will never take it away - the flame
that never dies, only morphs and shapes us again.

Into life -
this suffering retired
Into light -
far gone, beyond the reach of their crooked sights.

You will never take it away - the flame
that burns alive inside us and rages.
You will never take it away - the flame
that never dies, only morphs and shapes us again.

[Guitar solo 1: Greg]
[Gutiar solo 2: Michael]
[Guitar solo 3: Greg]
[Guitar solo 4: Michael] Открыть страницу с текстом