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letra de the chronic voyage - scars of misery

my journey begins
pulse escalating, i’m strapped in
pushing beyond the boundaries of this reality
i am gone to another time, another place, another reality
i’m displaced
you see, this existence is futile
we all, are specs of dust in the eyes of eternity

as i travel through this mess called time
i’ve learned of secrets, so devine
from the dawning of man
to the ancient indigenous land
to the visitors who layed there plans
they let us die by our own hands
i’ve witnessed these empires fall
and end our entire race
i will escape, then you’ll all beg for deliverance
and i will laugh

wait this wasn’t supposed to happen
this wormhole has pulled me
into a world of nightmarish creatures
reptilian men hunt me like prey
their t–th are blood soaked red
parading the dance of the dead
should i fix this noose around my neck?
be eaten alive or find a way to survive
the doors are closing shut
time is counting down
you can’t turn around now
faster and faster and faster
towards death
towards death x3
the black whole that leads us home

this fractured mind has seen to much of the truth
self implementation of catharsis
my atoms meld together
and inward i collapse
and inward i collapse
my atoms meld together
inward i collapse

i am floating past worlds and across dimension into existence
all these scenes p-ss before my eyes, an oblivion with no hope
but to die
the most brittle souls shattering in a halestorm of meteors
while the black abyss sings me home
all the way back home
in here
my eyes are ripped from me every day
i am to suffer at the creators hand
it likes to play games
limb after limb until i’ve lost my name

free from it all
free from it all

i am more than omniscient
i am the very fabric of existence and being
my cloth is the sewn truth and death will come for you
death will come for you all

in a fracture of time, waves of disease seeps
throughout the rippling effect, radiating every lifeform
from the start of the century til the end of millenia
not a being to dream, once we feed off the sandmans tears
not a light to be seen, once all eyes have decayed
not a sound to be heard, once the decibels are dimished and
the universe conciousness is put to an eternal sleep

- scars of misery

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