Eyes of Nihil: An Endless Sea Lyrics

Lost in space

Lost in time

Sanity replaced

By a new paradigm

Awaken to debris

Upon a foreign land

A new reality

A new world at hand

A world as empty as me

Necropolis retching

A birth, an upheaval, an admission

Daybreak upon an ill fated inquisition

Conceived in chaos, a violent séance

Infinitesimal link conjoining eons

Fertile is the mind, titans reap and sow

Akin with pain, yet seeds they tend are woe

This cycle of contempt is the subtlest bane

Begin again, feeling my loss as your gain

Time is father to truth, its mother is a mind

Time reins in imagination, let it be confined

Such is mania in worlds of emptiness

Time finds such a world, veneers plenteous

Instilled within our spawn was the hollowing

Necessary to ensure their blindest following

Like genetics, it was always present

Youth was laughable, envied, then absent

Nautically naive

Cast to an island on an ocean planet

My depth perception deceived

My nihilistic enchantment

Disappearing down the existential void

Juvenile spells die as new ones deploy

I've come so far to find

The truth won't set you free

Ipecac for the soul

Reality is culled, null, and dull

Ayahuasca to the dead

Where life is but neuronal, lost in my head

Lost in my head

Ipecac for the soul

Disillusioned, I sell control

For an island in the poison world

Of consciousness unfurled

Scarcest are the pleasures

Days for desperate measures

Is this an age of uncertainty

Or is it just me?

Necropolis retching

A recluse of the psyche, liquid universe

Nightfall upon the once avid, now adverse

Lines blur between the stoic and the nihilist

Lucid dream rent asunder, ambition eyeless

The desolate one flew too close to the sun

To bask in the glory of battles never won

This hell is perfected and insulated

Turbid borders of the realm I've curated

Plaguing all I see

What might never be

All my empathy

And my apathy

Conjoin within this sea

The unabashed me

Conjoin within my throat

Contorted symbiote

Ipecac for the soul

Everything is culled, null, and dull

Ayahuasca to the dead

Alive, but hardly living, lost in my head

Sought to grasp, sought to know

Alone now dies the inner glow

Just as innocence and bewilderments

An epoch spent solitary in this wilderness

Fifteen spent in swelling cacophony

Five more adrift through forlorn insanity

Never let them in, couldn't if I tried

Twenty years cowering within my mind

One score for the island's gallows

Twenty revolutions masquerading pain

Paranoid, anxious, one with my throes

Twenty years suffering with nothing gained

And one with my fear

Truth won't set you free

I'm wasting away

As I waste each day

When youth embraces ruin

How does nobody look in the mirror?

When living loses meaning

How does death still evoke fear?

At the furthest reaches of knowledge

And imagination

Disillusionment yet seizes

Once animated aspirations

Now purpose is to be dismissed

Illusioned ladders beyond this abyss

The spawn, aimless in brooding coexistence

I craved respite from the stale consistence

Wells of knowledge in the isle's seclusion

Deep thought conducts the dark's intrusion

The seeds were sown here so many years ago

A creature's anguish is their's to bestow

Maxim to this cycle: do unto others

Agony engorges 'til sanity it smothers

Apprehension yields self captivity

In vain severance, the poison is swallowed

These overwhelming tides of negativity

Preferable to be hollow

Bleed my emotions lest they bleed me

Drown my emotions lest they drown me

Kill my emotions lest they kill me

Bleed, drown, kill

Peer into moribund eyes

Drowning in vices, sedative devices

Momentarily lulls the existential crisis

I can feel your eyes judging incessantly

Even so alone, paranoia takes me

Cycles of abuse, emotional and substance

Silence I had craved, acquired in abundance

Buried in my rage and missed opportunities

The cycles prevail, enter irrationality

Often pondered what could've been

Although life has hardly begun

Of a structure that barely was

Violently coming undone

Often pondered accelerating

The inevitabilities

For my disappointments were so many

Dreams contrived beyond an endless sea

Destined for nothing, so it seems

Failure this deep calls for an exit strategy

Are my confines preferable to nothing at all?

How could I rise when perpetual is the fall?

I've lost all control, I've tasted timelessness

No more solace to be found in my silence

I've come to realize the root of my torment

Scan the mind's mirrors, visage abhorrent

How could I mistake my mirth

For a sign of weakness?

And for so long, a beast of non-burden

Anxiety condemning one to meekness

How could I not succumb

To misanthropy when I feel it's just?

Humanity is low, this I've discerned

Helpless to the fact that we are dust to dust

And nautically naive

Nautically naive

My innocence deceived

And cast to an island on an ocean planet

By nihilistic enchantment

This life, it's been all in my head

A dance with the dead

This life, it's been all in my head

All I'm left with is ayahuasca to the dead

Swallowing the darkness

That had swallowed me

Exhaling the emptiness

With what I'll never see

In this deep dream we call sentience

Where all are but fantasies of each other

Could one reclaim their free will

From the intangible hands of their slumber?

Is my logic overridden by emotion?

Those seeds have long since sprouted

The proof is what I've become

Long has my sustenance been its fruits

Now apathetic, cynical, the soul is numbed

I cut through and harvest the husk

Of the least desirable traits

With its timber, assembling a vessel

Ambivalent and crude voyage awaits

Into the fiery furnace

This crucible melts impureness

How else could one break the cycle?

To be or not to be its disciple?

Against my vast array of impulses

Counterproductive in nature

Venturing beyond my mental confines

I seek to weigh which curse is greater

The iniquities of the world I once observed

Or the anchors of which my world consists?

Haunting me as I waste away

A mind occupied, a mind dismissed

Occupied by hopelessness

Dismissed by its architects

If life is what you make of it

Then I know my curse is the defect

I've seen the weakest and darkest days

Omertà, dominated by fear

Perhaps born of these ailments

Perhaps to them I'll adhere

Into the fiery furnace

This crucible melts impureness

How else could one break the cycle?

To be or not to be its disciple?

Dead inside, revitalized

To brave the blackest sea

Our ongoing quest to be content

Marked with utmost uncertainty

Where truth won't set you free

Where once there was a mariner

Acquainted with forever

There now resides the breath it has drawn

Let this be the swan song

Where once there was a mariner

Acquainted with forever

There now resides the breath it has drawn

Let this be the swan song

It takes an eternity to claim the world

Shackled to the least splendorous truth

It takes a bitter and gruelling end

To be more than our mindless daze of youth

Perhaps inhaled by infinity

Like madness may simply be my destiny

Perhaps the world is dust to dust

Perhaps sentience has proven superfluous

Scanning the waters cosmic in proportion

Yet to find any meagre glimpse of fortune

What we know as time restrains and frees

It's alone in knowing what fate awaits me

Time that suffocates happiness

Time that is priceless

Setting sail against the gale

Time, like flesh, is frail

Where once there was a mariner

Acquainted with forever

There now resides the breath it has drawn

Let this be the swan song

A mariner lost pondering

A fruitless conquering

His cowardice, illusion all along

This is his swan song

For how else could one break the cycle?

This life, it was all in my head

All I'm left with is ayahuasca to the dead

If fear is our greatest enemy

Then laughter is our greatest immunity

Make what you will of this

For all that you know will soon be eclipsed

All that you love will soon be eclipsed