Track 1: The Outer Plains of Zenith favoured bodies... swarming toxin creep... it spreads such fear... enrages... keepers of... hidden miles amongst the midst & muck so wild... a grey... white skull steer eyes... peering... belonging to a faceless child places jaded... where one thousand bastards still sleep aggravated... tormented dreams of horror ghostly... protoplasmic enemies outter planes of zenith... uttering impurity stirred phobias... loud clatters of teeth... so bleak as seasons we grow weak... ageing as they come.. to seek atrocious restlessness... alleviated... beliefs advert from gable law.... intrinsically seen as mockery o lord... where one thousand bastards still sleep instigated... inficted dreams of terror aggravated... ectoblastic entities outer planes of zenith.... uttering impurity chosen era spent alone obscure adored yearning the flesh This deathly cradle hides its home occulted rhetoric possessed lines drawn gradually carved in a worlds eye cursed infants still lays asleep (chosen era spent alone) pacifier dipped in terror... they keenly suckle at the teat ghostly specters we shall keep... cradling its arcane capabilities (occult rhetoric possessed) scornful... comforted... adorable... treachery Ooh-Ah! (Voodoo summonings) punished with a phantasm bare fist... paradoxical risk pinnacle... impeded feelings... prohibit bliss punched by the whim... of peaked prosthetic limbs leave us senseless... paralysed in hopelessness lines drawn gradually... for nadir deep loathed caverns cannot hear... darkness is present here details clutched by the devil... never making it clear drowning... pitted bloods... deafen the ears submerging forms... submerge us into despair suffer in these creatures lairs forgiveness not felt for years... obliges to wipe us out of memory To bathe in all his misery they're dead teary eyes... still cold Track 2: The Phobia of a Fiddler's Paradise Here lives a wealthy man… I gazed into my looking glass peering into hindsight saw pictures flipped backwards through spectacles spitefully bright. such scenery so cryptically eloquent points paths unresolved To insistance, the resistance To journey ever on beckon the transient horizon darken elements still playing The haze of blue vapour still pulling and swaying nostalgia... inducer of euphoria incepting… welcoming… beckoning… evoke thoughts... Here lives a wealthy man… Pride passes everlong aspired waves, sing their songs Winds Of Hell awaited, ill fated whispers flow... across the ears of mountains veiléd by conciousness... by weightlessness influenced... revealed & confessed…. divest all bodies chemestry seeking pure sources internally paradise that I can feel.... serenly nostalgia....... inducer of euphoria Welcoming… Accepting So hear the final eulogy,,, caretaker of worlds meant to be upper esherlon.... of serentiy........ consumes me design... glorious state,... held fluidic energies incline... a given right... for elevation stripped away all that is me (stripped away all that is me) for those still left, to see (for those still left, to see) eternal tranquility evoke thoughts... incepting Sustain the weight You found God I found Myself The voice of the Machine Ties arms of ghostlike enemies Here lives a Wealthy Man! Track 3: The Horrid Lover The Scum Scrubber screamed shrilled... nasty... soliloquise reckless... immoral… authorities fell well… short of... integrity dark hands... dictate... catastrophe working hallucinations... puerile deliriums confusion... aided division ousting such rights... through isolation soul destroying... & sufferance.... speakers... of such sick-ened instances persiting... calloused perverted malice... ploughs on the scum scrubber of contradictory (of contradictory) with every venture nothing was gained (nothing was gained) scum in entirety (ploughs on the scum scrubber) of contradictory (of contradictory) with every venture nothing was gained (nothing was gained) scum in entirety (ploughs on the scum scrubber) Rapturous exclusion... impaled with delusions disgraced.... indecisions... not heard us or listen What right to... what reason... to sever cohesions... immersed... indiscretions synthetic... provocation... detested... abominations of natural conditions.... lives left untested... wilfully rejected... plans of the scum scrubbers of contradictory (of contradictory) with every venture nothing was gained (nothing was gained) scum in entirety devoid of mercy (devoid of mercy) each step that was taken nothing was gained (nothing was gained) basking in the dirty soliloquise authorities integrity catastrophe shirkers for the unbearable scum leaking... seeping from hoses of repugnant systems... scandals fuels suspicions to persuasion... sceptically fail commitments a horrid lover the scum scrubber...

Track 4: The Wildebeest Return to the labyrinth, so cold A Person, abnormality and absolved With a History filled with negativity The Wilderbeest Parents killed themselves from the insanity At the sight and horrors of their precious baby Unnatural animality To choose between a life of banality, Or, addiction Spurned genetically Mechanism of care is a laboratory for despair Insatiable appetite Born deformed with horns and hairy belly Not to be seen but realms of the obscene To quench the pain of loneliness again The only friend left have in the end To burn away my reality again The unbearable pretend Shame on those think ill of him Those who know will know The beast has heart of gold But who can know if ever after pathetically alone Void for Joy, and night for day To feel this is the only way To be a creature of strife and pain To feel the worst of human shame. The Wildebeest Cursed into a parasitical state, Paralytic shadow of oblivion’s gate So near to society, yet hidden from view He only comes at night! He only comes at night! He only comes at night! When love… Is chemical and haunted We here in heaven, enthroned by the filth, They’re coming, they’re coming, to my abode Be brave... and leave the earth unfettered With All crimes forgiven, as I sink…. below Look at me, the Wildebeest I was your only son, By these hands, I took human life But all I wanted was your love… I have Pain in my body And Blood on my hands Forsaken by my ancestors Half Animal, half Man Pharmaceutical craving Fitful sleep and cowardly raving When love, all that is sought or wanted Is chemical and haunted exacerbate maximum velocity scrutiny... mediums of… lunacy explosions… charged by trinity weapons of precision… striking the minority Return to the labyrinth, so cold A Person, abnormality and absolved With a History filled with negativity A newspaper headline reads: “Corpse of man beast junkie found in urban drug den hovel”.