FACELESS HULK ...it was the wettest thing I had ever felt.

Good Luck Trying To Sleep

So much shit/ it docks at all ports/ praise be to those who dive head first/ up one's ass shall be one's home
Good luck trying to sleep/ pineal gland bleats/ constructs of fucked fucks/ give them hot dog buns and they'll eat
Subconscious hatred saturated
As I'm walking through this neon hell on earth/ my essence is plagued by fluorescence
All this sleep that I don't want is needed
Catastrophe manifests as gurgling/ a dead man tells no tales yet I'm still alive
No higher power/ just the physical embodiment of atrocity
I somnambulate through a storm of incoherence/ sour milk flows from an infected breast
Sopping wet with life/ saturation becomes detriment
Enema hand bags/ enema hand bags/ enema hand bags/ enema hand bags
Pay me all of your money/ constructed structurally sound
Built up to the stench of high heaven just to burn it to the fucking ground
End of days! End of days! What a time build! End of days! End of days! What a time build!
So much shit/ it docks at all ports/ praise be to those who dive head first/ up one's ass shall be one's home
I can't stop fidgeting now/ it's mine/ I can't stop fidgeting now/ it's my time
Sitting perfectly still/ a violent ball of static
If I'm designed to fail then I am riddled with manufacturer's defects

Eat Your Tail, Shit Yourself

Lost in absurdity/ yet still able to revel/ maladjusted and content/ I will laugh and laugh and laugh
Fermented in oblivion/ drunk on abysmal thought/ lusting for strands of light/ I pluck the strings in an erratic score
All tunnel and no light/ all shovel and no dirt/ all drivel and no plight/ all swivel and no turn
Ripped and snorting/ hacking up prolific phlegm/ I can't get enough
I don't believe how far I've gone to come all the way back again
Personified by a tragic collection of water and waste
I can't believe how far I've gone to come all the way back again
The removal of purpose/ implementation of random action/ a spun out ouroboros will rage on/ I excrete and start over
Truth be told from a mouth that exhales sleep/ examined by digit of banished gods
Results were murkier than expected/ I'm not surprised
Flirting with more than disaster/ outright fist-fucking annihilation
Communication has more than broken down and in it I revel
With confusion as gasoline/ all anxiety is set ablaze
It kills me how far I've gone to come all the way back again
Energy in its most absurd form/ serving nothing but its own sick desire
Words turn to mist in a fit of liquid language
Rivers of consciousness spray and crash as dams burst
Saturate this mind/ it has now turned to slop
The light is so foul/ the mist is so sweet
Eris speaks to me/ her confusion is so sweet
Eris speaks to me/ her confusion is so sweet
Eris speaks to me/ her confusion is so sweet
Eris speaks to me/ her confusion is so sweet

Landfill Pulpit

Behold sacred swine in this temple of trash/ waste flows like wine now ingest and ferment
Cough a little bit/ puke and grunt again/ bite through bone and shit then laugh at the rest/ this self ingestion is nourishment
The transcendence trough is full/ squeal for ascendence and pull rank in this horrid menagerie
Vessel rolled in shit but smile gleaming white
Swine so serpentine/ vile and brazen/ forcefully ejaculate raw sewage
Volatile and unfocused/ celebrating skittish excretion/ respite lies within the heart of an inferno
Grand declaration of indecisive rule/ insulate this plague of mediocrity
Power infested/ secret droplets are now falling/ darkness and light/ fire and fluid will now converge
Scratching like a fiend wrought with longing/ a wretched mass/ indistinct from the last and this is merely our flesh
Our mass increases with any attack absorbed/ you're sheepishly herded with herd mentality
A fine display of bleating and bleeding/ celebrating skittish excretion/ every answer is followed by uncertainty
Suspension of motivation for confirmation
It is darkest at the surface/ moving and leaking and fully aware of itself
No reserve and no place/ there is no status/ it's all spoil/ to oppose us is to choke on your own blind rigidity
We are those satisfied/ forever being malcontents/ morally dead and free/ we are those who live to tear you down
Revisions of visions/ unbound from decrepit ideals/ steam thick and vapour dense/ embodiment in just our breath
Spiritually free/ choke on your own fine indignity/ These puddles won't reflect the hot nothing that was never there
This our medicine/ forever liquid and changeable
Landfill pulpit declarations
So simian are the back towing pigs
Precipice unfold/ crumble beneath our vast weight/ excretion makes for familiar bedfellows
Twitching and volatile/ we live despite your denial

Doubtmonger

Half in the bag/ fully aware/ treading freely/ amongst the bound/ to bleat is to bleed and I've fattened myself
Throbbing with tension/ breath hot with spirits/ wisps of conveyance and drops of existence
Clarity has been removed/ not that there was that much in the first place
Caked and squinty eyes witness the oddest things
If I stop moving this will all crash down in front of me as I explode
The path less beaten has left me hammer toed
Eating up the bad words/ spitting out the good taste/ (watch this) defecation serves as sermon
And I cannot deny that I know...
To swallow one's face is to know the truth and even that isn't worth much these days
No value/ no guilt/ no compassion and no frills
Nothing manifests itself into a bigger, blacker hole for all to see
I feel it with every drop

Erisian Hymns

Rest assured a fool who has removed all doubt can be certain that his open mouth said something
Forever exist in worthless factions/ old beliefs that fall short/ contort every tongue/ vain attempts look so good
Mouth stinging and burning/ despite mild words spoken/ perversion catalyst
Most likely to persevere/ walls are made for backs to be up against
The earth can't envelope something it was never meant to behold/ stand fast on shaky ground
Is it wrong that everything is funny?/ one can't expect that much/ turn coat in one fell swoop/ anxiousness is thankless
I stand displaced in abysmal confusion/ I stand at the ready so wretched and steadfast/ I am now all that is not
Vomiting purity/ stainless with clarity/ snubful consumption or self-nourishment
I take the latter and say fuck the first
No moves/ no flow/ nothing will grow/ hear what I say/ reap what you sew/ it's all the same/ it's all the same
So empty/ so obscene/ sew something/ so sleepy/ reaper of time
Sleepwalking/ anxiously/ deep breathing/ thanklessly/ unstable forever/ productive futility
Perverted slumbering/ dismantled concept of self (burn)
Rest assured a fool who has removed all doubt can be certain that his open mouth bleeds
With unmatched intensity I sit still/ unquenchable thirsting/ impure seeds/ fertile soil
(And, the lies pour out of our mouths, like red wine
It's in you now and forever it shall stay
Why, deny yourself the pleasure of letdown)
I stand displaced in abysmal confusion/ I stand at the ready so wretched and steadfast/ I am now all that is not
Transcendence achieved through vomiting/ a gastrointestinal cacophony
A thousand lives end with every breath I draw
It is like a urine stream that has not reached its full potential until gas has passed
And now I'll do so

And/ the lies pour out of our mouths/ like red wine
It's in you now and forever it shall stay
Why/ deny yourself the pleasure of letdown

One Fell Swoop

As it closes, crashes, plummets/ our time is now/ to hell with believers/ you can join us
May you all drown and burn at the same time/ the wet sky holds nothing except fire
The here and now/ desire is banished/ no longer needed
May your sleep be terrible if you ever sleep again
Certainty's flesh/ dripping from our chins/ we are complacent
Our end is the beginning of infection and plague
The sweetest abolishment/ your constructs crumble/ this impulse is sacramental
Siren's songs are snuttering/ the air is tainted (we'd smiled wide until we'd died)
Chaotic and so blissful/ Erisian hymns
Countenance is removed/ our time is now/ words spoken with no lips/ renewed consciousness
Show us a sober pony and we'll show you a jockey who has outgrown his saddle
A spastic mass of static/ dripping with life/ this saturation is detrimental
Our eyes are all pupil (impure seeds)/ no longer the students (in fertile soil)
Skies hold nothing for you (it's all ours)/ there is no bargaining/ these fish ride no bikes
The earth cannot swallow all things/ it was never meant to/ but here we are
And we're growing/ steadily and efficiently
Our eyes are all pupil (impure seeds)/ no longer the students (in fertile soil)
Skies hold nothing for you (it's all ours)/ there is no bargaining/ these fish ride no bikes
The earth cannot swallow all things/ it was never meant to/ but here we are/ and we're growing
Swelling/ we are all that is not
This disgusting slumber regenerates/ our batteries are charged/ we are prepared
The removal of self/ desires no more/ we are all that you fear/ it turns out that we are you