Thrall by Benighted Illusion Lyrics
This formidable exigency
A neon glow which infests and burns my skin, it incapacitates me
Choking on my own saliva, entombed within my thrall, a fool
A thousand pale monoliths, binding their grand monuments, in bloom
Lightning echoes in the past they're welcomed to the surface, all these worms
Larvae crawl inside my brain, and lead me to their ruin, aghast
Everything in here has died, except for my charred body and disdain
Clusters of calamities
This desolation's malformed
Divisions of celestial matter
Ignite the benighted ones
Egregious moon, it changes colour and shape
My precious spleen, protects me from their scorn and hate
This senseless perusal, leads only to sorrow and pain
But I'm not the one, engulfed by the grip of winter
A maelstrom, washes away the present moment
The enemy, lets me run free in my prison
Aimlessly moving, I question if I even exist
Within my thrall, my soul becomes a foreign body
Nothing interesting ever happens here, it all just endlessly repeats itself
I am lost in the nonsense of this tomb, but I can't leave as I need to be controlled
The keys to the whole prison are in here, but I see only what I want to see
My speech's stilted from the lack of air; my plight so trivial, it no longer hurts
An uneventful dwindling awaits me, and I'm just drifting from one cell to the next
In my chains I'm protected from the cold, no rhyme or reason to my comfort, I am free
A magnified contention absorbs me, it's the only flame left that burns in here
These walls here are all which will remain of me, and I colour them with my despondency
I implode without any second chances
I detach from all here that surrounds me
The Devil contorts those left in my mind's eye
My memories ripped out along with my intestines
Lurker
Devil
Worship my
Thrall
Mourning
The lost faces
A ghost in my window stares at me, but I'm too blind to realise it's just me
The storm, which I'm protected from in here, flawless by design in its lifelessness
Returning to the den of constant sighs, with time they fade, but still echo in here sometimes
These illusions let me lose myself, no one to blame, it has always been my choice
The barathrum blooms, takes me away from here
It pulls me deeper within, it marks me with its branding iron
A neon glow which infests and burns my skin, it incapacitates me
Choking on my own saliva, entombed within my thrall, a fool
A thousand pale monoliths, binding their grand monuments, in bloom
Lightning echoes in the past they're welcomed to the surface, all these worms
Larvae crawl inside my brain, and lead me to their ruin, aghast
Everything in here has died, except for my charred body and disdain
Clusters of calamities
This desolation's malformed
Divisions of celestial matter
Ignite the benighted ones
Egregious moon, it changes colour and shape
My precious spleen, protects me from their scorn and hate
This senseless perusal, leads only to sorrow and pain
But I'm not the one, engulfed by the grip of winter
A maelstrom, washes away the present moment
The enemy, lets me run free in my prison
Aimlessly moving, I question if I even exist
Within my thrall, my soul becomes a foreign body
Nothing interesting ever happens here, it all just endlessly repeats itself
I am lost in the nonsense of this tomb, but I can't leave as I need to be controlled
The keys to the whole prison are in here, but I see only what I want to see
My speech's stilted from the lack of air; my plight so trivial, it no longer hurts
An uneventful dwindling awaits me, and I'm just drifting from one cell to the next
In my chains I'm protected from the cold, no rhyme or reason to my comfort, I am free
A magnified contention absorbs me, it's the only flame left that burns in here
These walls here are all which will remain of me, and I colour them with my despondency
I implode without any second chances
I detach from all here that surrounds me
The Devil contorts those left in my mind's eye
My memories ripped out along with my intestines
Lurker
Devil
Worship my
Thrall
Mourning
The lost faces
A ghost in my window stares at me, but I'm too blind to realise it's just me
The storm, which I'm protected from in here, flawless by design in its lifelessness
Returning to the den of constant sighs, with time they fade, but still echo in here sometimes
These illusions let me lose myself, no one to blame, it has always been my choice
The barathrum blooms, takes me away from here
It pulls me deeper within, it marks me with its branding iron