12 Palms by Ending Tyranny Lyrics
Filthiest minds spewing their utmost vile misconceptions, absorbed into your pores
Longing to deplete every fibre of being. Disgusting creature, horrid consumer, irrelevant creator
Masking the degradation amidst the foul and mundane
Slithering father, reveal yourself to my insignificance, having completed the burden that was asked of me
I relinquish myself to your unholiest of excellencе
Wash over me, wash over mе entirely, penetrate my presence
Consume me entirely, cultivate me, forcing beliefs on me
I am not who you once knew, I am the end, the embodiment of evil
Deprived of the sense of acknowledgement, I await your approval
Objectionable as it may be, I seek your blessing, blindly devoting your essence to nothing
The rewards are as such, bland and weak
Nothing fulfilled, nothing obtained; ascertained
Slowly eroding, it gnaws to the core, peeling the fibres
Individually at first
Grasping now clusters, disintegration
The quest toward enlightenment hindered by the harbinger
Preaching foul nectar spewn forth to the listener, concoction so sour, it reeks of deception
Recycled. Regenerated
Consumed and reborn
The rewards are as such, bland and weak
Nothing fulfilled, nothing obtained; ascertained
A higher power you’ve put blind faith in, to reject your requisition to be carried to the heavens for an eternity of entitlements
Rather 12 sweaty palms descend you in a hole, a dirty cavity to remain while you rot
Longing to deplete every fibre of being. Disgusting creature, horrid consumer, irrelevant creator
Masking the degradation amidst the foul and mundane
Slithering father, reveal yourself to my insignificance, having completed the burden that was asked of me
I relinquish myself to your unholiest of excellencе
Wash over me, wash over mе entirely, penetrate my presence
Consume me entirely, cultivate me, forcing beliefs on me
I am not who you once knew, I am the end, the embodiment of evil
Deprived of the sense of acknowledgement, I await your approval
Objectionable as it may be, I seek your blessing, blindly devoting your essence to nothing
The rewards are as such, bland and weak
Nothing fulfilled, nothing obtained; ascertained
Slowly eroding, it gnaws to the core, peeling the fibres
Individually at first
Grasping now clusters, disintegration
The quest toward enlightenment hindered by the harbinger
Preaching foul nectar spewn forth to the listener, concoction so sour, it reeks of deception
Recycled. Regenerated
Consumed and reborn
The rewards are as such, bland and weak
Nothing fulfilled, nothing obtained; ascertained
A higher power you’ve put blind faith in, to reject your requisition to be carried to the heavens for an eternity of entitlements
Rather 12 sweaty palms descend you in a hole, a dirty cavity to remain while you rot