Join The Separated Symbiote

A time of exodus will come in the shape of
Chaotic symmetry, forming the framework entity
Foreign eyes fixated across the skies
Will witness the heat death of the universe.

Which will be imprinted on the light
A fluorescent glowing fallacy
An alternative reality where the raven calls
For the sign of unity to be divided with impunity
While the potential of evil shines
Through the lens of ourselves.

Our paths have crossed again
In sudden vacancy I'm lost again
There's only one thing left to do
It's time to come and welcome you.

The Raven was a gift from the Gods
Broad black beating wings spread
Ignoring all that bloodshed and traveling alone
Seeking a better place, a captive of the old face
Haunted by the whispers of lore and gall.

It's waiting for us to sleep
To sing one final lullaby
Soaring above the world so high
It wants you to die alone
Away from all the drones
Searching beyond the depths
Of the great unknown.

Then the bird said “Nevermore”
Perched and sat, then nothing more
My soul floating on the floor
Shall be lifted — nevermore...

Consumed our tongues oh Father. It's done
Consumed our tongues oh Father. Your son.

It's done. Oh father, your son. The only one to
Burn! Burn your wings and fall from grace
Turn! Turn your backs and return to nothing.

Father, don't let blind faith become
The darkness that shadows light from the Sun
No instincts and divisions none
Forget the mind and forget everyone
So we walk towards the edge of life
Forget pointless worries that rest upon the strife.

Mourn the departed one
Remember not a wayward son
When all of this is dead and done
The soul within will disperse and spread
From grave to cradle run instead.

Occult sublime illusions sing
Watch nothing become everything
Rescue me from your saviour
Join me in forever failure.

I can't believe it's led us here
Better off far away than to be near
I, I reach for the hand of God
But we hit the ground to dig
To dig and dig and dig...

It's safe down here, you won’t get hurt
In the soil we'll rot in the kingdom, the kingdom of dirt
In the soil we'll rot in ruin and decay
And death will wait, but death will have his day.