(You have one unheard message) (What’s this music about? I don’t wanna hear like, oh fuck all this beautifully played out, or listen to this blast. No, fuck it, bring back the fucking danger in the music!)
Is it better to be gone Than remain alive here Just to track their ethos? If I bled myself out till death I’d still hear them If I were to withdraw my breath Cower back to the dirt My mind would still run For all Apeiron It can navigate my body If I ever tried to give up They commandeer my every atom
To document everything Even though they never read it Written beyond a human speed In ink or blood with hands and feet
I woke up here surrounded by the others Gazing at the black Erupting from the ceiling The A.U.M. had rid our eyes of lids So we could view The inverted volcanic peak Of molten figures Laying in the venom I can feel them Take the part of me they want
Giving into fear will only feed them I let them into every thought The Drip, my mind and A.U.M. become one
Apeiron Universal Migration Captivating leek of all their vitriol I integrate in category
Gazing at the black Erupting from the ceiling The A.U.M. had rid our eyes of lids So we could view The inverted volcanic peak Of molten figures laying venom
Is it better to be gone Than remain alive here Just to track their ethos? If I bled myself out till death I’d still hear them If I were to withdraw my breath And convert back to dirt My mind would still run For all Apeiron It can navigate my body If I ever tried to give up They commandeer my every atom To document everything Even though they never read it Written beyond a human speed In ink or blood for all Apeiron