Level Nine - Intellectual

Whosoever speaks the words scrawled in the corpse below

Will bear the burden of the seeker; the cycle begins

Exodus from the badlands

We’ve come prepared

To be at one with poisoned air--

Deliberation undisturbed--

Swimming, then floating in your piss--

Giving the ground a little kiss

Hope - it’s the last place on earth

And you are the one to take me there

Down wе go

Glutton, why the asinine debatе?

What the hell do you think?

As if you transcend bureaucratic devils’ simulations

Boil on, poor sap

For under radical delusions, like a rusty dagger threatening to bone your esophagus

You gave in without question

I would never dare to think that I would soon assimilate

The woeful echoes of your pain--

Lick aching pleasures, just taste

The sweet filth gathered in-between roads unpaved

Help me find peace

This ends now, you face an impossibility with one option--

To abandon all hope

It’s the end of the world

And you are the one to take me there

On my blood--

We cannot run away

This angel is right--

We stand and fight

The seeker’s eyelids peel away

Feed!

Nine wounds swallow the empty plane--

A death embalmed by the raw venom in my blood

The thing about psycho eyes that’s such a crime

Is that you smile at feeling death before you die

A world in peril--

Just the size of a name

Seeking stellar fruits in a canopy of weeds

And though it falls far from me

I choose to be released into my dreams

Hope - it’s the last place on earth

And you are the one to take me there

On my blood--

We cannot run away

This angel is right--

We stand and fight