Dethrone The Corrupted - The Amygdaloid Decay [EP 2021]

Lyrics to The Amygdaloid Decay [EP 2021] by Dethrone The Corrupted

Tracklist: 01. Art & Severance In a matter, in a dark destructive matter down the well or sink..."whatever" into essence that will never suffice. Unattainable and lost... Dispossession and a hollow. Inconceivable to inexpressible words fade, hearts fail and actions don't speak Degraded lasting silence inhibits the host motionless Imagination has left the server. Narration botched to tell what no one ever asked to hear Can something be lost before it belongs? Long after days became unclear all the nights turned into songs From love to hate and all inspiration to despair. To death's lair To death's lair Through the barren wasteland and through the shrouded grand passage. Where time in a glass with sand can't tell you where you stand. On the line between beginning and the end. Well, it doesn't matter It did not ever matter From insignificant to Aether. The presence wilting for the better hurled into the nether nether world of hell no exception, in one moment, everyone gets to know it well. Everyone will get to know hell! If belief in a fantasy from an age of simplicity, manifested in reality, I'll see you there at the end. Till then, to your offspring, through the stories you can pretend. Like the fathers before, there was never a saint. All born from the same same whore, all ill and soul taint. In vain and discontent. How trivial, truly limited. Dispersed, now the irreplaceable sin sought to corrupt the unseen, unknown life never confirmed. How much time will it take to fuck that up as well to blast it into nothing. A touch of irresistible psychological possession. 02. Of Man & The Amygdaloid Reaper Blurry and faint, a draught mixed with a sinister presence. This fate is overkill. The constant shiver down the spine, as you subtly intertwine the terror you would think you've brought me. I'll soon confide the reason you'll be wasting seasons by my side. Hard to swallow pill, open wide, Amygdaloid reaper hi. Take a seat or you can stand, you're curious and I'm taking command. Been shadowing for months, neck-deep and you still know zip. You're a reaper not a creep. Let’s discuss my decadence as if beyond the sky. An avant-garde decay into blue irrelevance. Starbirth, just another star in a limitless sandbox lets say. Just there, dimmer and stale and still. So frail… Here comes the nova. A wave of "Hey, I'm still here", by a thinning thread I might fear. Can't earn a praise if you can't raise the sheep their ways. Conform, adapt and make waves, how many struggles that saves. Maybe not in this generation, as a supernova lights the dark, I'll be praised for what is left behind. Past! the time alive, the work became a famed memento of suffocation described, that's why. A black hole after a star dies is feared for it's magnitude of influence, as truth and lies don't change it's size. Went so grim the reaper wants to cheer me up, but wait... Came out legs first with a knot around the neck, you're haunting a dead man walking. Forever stuck on the fucking gallows. Nothing was ever needed reaper, in my view. Look, the system has probably replaced you. 6 months of creating, 6 days of contemplating and 6 minutes of aching. A man can drown in hope and from there it's a slippery slope. Instead of ears there are scopes on the eyes, for the love of the decent, nowadays you have to look to listen. And most never did. Was always recent. Ever thought we might be the same 'cause, you're outta job, do you need a pause? Can't even pose as a 666, an old trick so fucking cringe it gives me ticks. I know you've never touched my mind. It's time to realize my brain's not fine. Inside, I feel the hate and the sadness 'bout to burst, watch me disintegrate into the wind first. It's going on and on and on. Changing shapes, turning into songs. All just a play, nothing in the way (wa-ay) I can't believe there's now some I reach! Mixed with the dust mixed with the sand between the seas and the skies now stranded. In dictionary the word limitless, haunt the liar (who) put it there I guess. Unsanguine core, unsoiled and pure as you're whooshing in almost silence. Still guided by the same thoughts you left with. In the same tune of chosen solitude. Terrified the reaper is gone. Left his robe on the floor. An opened closet door. What do the bones form? 03. Amidst a Thriving System Poetic death described visualized on the inside Averting the gaze to external decadence I've seen way too much given freedom but told how to live Private media to spoon feed Some brainwashing is all they need Slavery but sugarcoated Dancing competing while on strings for measly worldly things Hyenas overreaching for a place in so many despicable ways What do you think they'll put on your graves Forgotten after second generation worked his life to his last station Routine and the system's salvation Manufactured reason shaped and calculated The reins are yours and so is the horse you'll run on their course No boundaries in sight and the shadows don't make any sounds A poor mind's plight Downright ironic the voice of truth is lost and found in a fountain of lies Obedience enterprise and staged crimes Naive attempts to preach to those already reached Articulated behavior down to speech Lively puppets on a switch burned to a crisp to realize this Been shouting into abyss till voiceless everything right is amiss My fury my rage has filled an endless well Since forever a shadow was cast only a few could tell A pull so vicious it developed a smell yet so many fell and many still yell falling under their spell Be damned be cursed in devolution immersed to those that reign and for power thirst Blame the sheep blame the shepherd the latter for arrogance and the former for ignorance Bliss 04. And a Darkened Rebirth From the depths of human waste In agony, in all the distaste. The larvae is the artist who hoped to give you grace. It morphed it lay in the system's way. Where the morals have fallen prey to lust just as vast as greed. I can't tell the difference you're all the same to me. You serve a purpose, you can't comprehend. Till the end nothing's been written with your own hand. Eyes of sand I'se understand. In cocoon it writhes it bathes in malice scorched by envy from the ill and the malevolent. Cooked in a broth of curses. They hallow the lords that tell them they're free They drive any values to obscurity A pure intention for a man? It's been lost in this valley of the plague. And I've been soaked and I've been washed in varieties...of plague. Leaked inside the swathen home all I drink is plague, plague, plague, plague Drag me to the light, how shaken I've become The torment waning, as drown in plague,my senses failing Serene and blank Sharp white noise lingers in the distance of this unheard-of sacred ground Covered in flame that towers the sky as empty as this goddamned paradise. It touches everything And it does not burn it does not cleanse Not warm nor cold but keeps a hold on a soul Projected conscience of an inner world. Scum free world! Wings of a hideous design break through the walls as they crumble upon the world at its mercy. A darkened rebirth with intent so vile it flashes an image to humans as it smiles. The premonitions paralyze, you will wait in a nauseous state for what is coming will never end.