Terminal Decay: Second Iteration

By The Tenebrian Machine

On Dark Chamber

Released on June 28, 2016

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Circuit coffin, vitriolic visera

Walls, the shades of enema

Reposing candid countermeasures

You, left me in her arms

Shade of my darkest moment, alone

As her moon rises, I fall

Look into my eyes, she consumes me

Exude, disrespected entity

Exude, breach of sanity

You! you will die with me

Mantis mentality

Disemboweling memories

Festering and broken

Filthy womb stutter mother, filthy womb stutter mother

You! dig my grave, bury me in her

I emit sorrow

Beckoning avarice, follow me into nothingness

I, I die for this

You, you will die for this

You spit on me as a friend

Pulsing feeling of dread

You left me in her arms

As her moon rises, I fall

You’ll never get it all

Episcopal seizure

Bursting into laughter

Lay beside me and die here

You can’t spit out the phrase

Out, the end of your days

Fiscal, lingering, clot

Shift blister into naught

Morbus rational thought

Cancerous monstrous rot

(Evan)

Congregation blacklight

As her moon rises, I fall

New entity dying inside me

Writhing in utero

Vomit up my soul

Awake for only a moment

(both)

You can’t kill what is already dying

Release, none for the dead inward

Outward falling up and apart

Vividly burning, yearning

Ever searching, warning

Vomiting internally

Writhing in utero, writhing in utero

Filthy womb stutter mother

Writhing in utero