Lyrics

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WORSHIPING AT THE ALTAR OF ARTIFICE
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| Cortege Of Impure Flesh |

[ instrumental ]

| Grotesque (Self-Portrait) |

staring into the mirror and i recoil
at my perceived form
distorted and destroyed by existence
set up for failure by those who would lead me
now i hate myself and my life and i wish for
some form of purity
through death or disfiguring wrath
the only way to purge this skin

purified through the cut of the knife
i hope to quell my shame
the repulsion that i feel
must be excised
purified through the cut of the knife
overwhelmed by guilt
when i see myself in the mirror
all i want to do is die / bleed

at night i dream of a perfect face
a surgeons masterpiece
untainted by ills of fate
unattainable purity

un-tamable cerebral nightmare
spills over into this world
grotesque reflection of self in the glass
i want to rip myself apart

| Emulgent Disfigurement |

yellowed eyes stare back from the cold glass
the reflection bares my traits
it looks like me, but there's no way it could be
rotten hue like an open wound
corrupt skin of the face
how did I get in here?
if only I could unzip the flesh
underneath I'm sure it's me...

cut away at the blemished spot
vanquish the deficiency
I can take the pain if it's worth it
sacrifice to the shrine of perfection
touching the blade to the skin
not sure if I can
deliver my pound of shame
there is no other way...

cold steel chants
go deeper
if fault exists, it must be removed
meaningless, this torment, this torturous din
the light, not yet here
can't stay my hand

| Needles |

horrified by what i see in the light
this can't be real, how'd i get like this?
head down, blood pooling up
old skin not beautiful enough

seeing visions and cutting myself
hopeless life with no way out
give me something for the pain
i don't care what, just take me away
botox, liposuction
silicone, never enough
escape far from this place
i'm disgusted by my own face

syringe, watch it fill up
forceps  pull me apart
body naked, lying on the table
marked up and ready for the needle
white cloth, gown of loose flesh
 remove the cancer or condemn me to death
won't truly heal, it's just a lie
but it's one that i can get behind

needles
make me beautiful
needles
make me what i want

hate my face and i hate my skin
scalpel out lets begin again
if you can't save me
don't let me rot
just pull the plug
and let me out of this world...

| Apostate |

poisoned words, your jealous eyes
you flay the truth, to paralyze
cloak of lies to deflect the sound
with fire beneath should the truth be found
too arrogant to know your place
you spit on the angels yet desire their aid
these fallacies are what i despise
but your facade remains just as cold as ice

betrayal
betrayer
cursed by the crown of lies

betrayal
betrayer
whose hand would spill my blood

pursuit of wealth, your lusting eyes
possessed by greed, you're paralyzed
speaking falsehoods, from different mouths
hypocrite, your secret is out
your face is veiled by a shroud of flies
you spit on the king but then kneel at his side
with dagger drawn, aiming for the throne
but you fail to see the knife at your own - heart

betrayal
betrayer
whose hand would poison my cup

betrayal
betrayer
the knife is at your heart

| Servant To The Scalpel |

[ instrumental ]

| Curette |

the angel bequeaths 12 hallowed knives
forged in flame and boundless light
the surgeons hand accepts the tools
slice my flesh, reborn anew
my body possessed by grime and shadow
distilled root of the unholy gallows

the blackness inside must be scraped away
before putrescence is attained

peel the skin and clean inside
pick away as the poison binds
stainless pure white knife
parting the filth that obscures the light

wretched black mass
coiled inside
leeching my strength
the serpent unwinds
dwelling between muscle and bone
forge the strength to atone alone

dwelling between muscle and bone
I must forge the strength to atone alone

the angel bequeaths 12 hallowed knives
forged in flame and boundless light
the surgeons hand peels away the flesh
filth-coated organs shine again

unmask the darkness
behold the truth
the true function of the flesh

| A Fire Infolding Itself |

a tumultuous flame that burns
etched into in my psyche
feeding on itself to grow
infinitely
it's fiery tongue consumes all my thoughts
how can i control
this malevolent force that sustains itself
on it's own body

a fire infolding itself
my thoughts become my enemy

blinded by the depthless light
a pathway into the dark
malformed chaotic thoughtform
malicious energy
it's fiery tongue consumes all my thoughts
how can i control
this malevolent force that sustains itself
unwilling to burn out

no robe to disperse the heat from the blaze
(my) consciousness is consumed wholly
i cant pull myself away from the flames
and the succubus within
i hear it calling to me
offering the nectar of madness

| Perdition |

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| The Black Prism |

abandoned husk remains as i
wander into the haunted lie
failure consumes and all becomes
blackened shadow, the self undone
the southern void crumbling away
reaching upwards, futily
separation of thought and being
my soul leaks out into the ether

will i too become as none
nonexistent, exiled from the sun
here i wait at the end of time
the end of life, lost everything of mine

abandoned husk remains as i
wander into the haunted lie
failure consumes and all becomes
blackened shadow, the self undone
will i too become as none
nonexistent, exiled from the sun
here i wait at the end of time
the end of life, lost everything of mine

| Incurable |

no sense of fear could equal this
the dread of the final hour
through the icy cave i walk
conclusion of a fruitless search
the eyes of the dead are watching me as i carve my name
into the wall of the cavern
this will be my last act
i know it will soon be gone
this ice will melt and there won't be a thing
left here to remember me
it's just as well

i feel the hands as they guide me
down into the earth
there is no cure for this ailment
despite how long i've searched
enfolding me with its callous weight
i crumble at it's call
no antidote or salve will heal
i know my life is lost

i know the embrace of the shadows
and the cold of the endless night
now i stand at the edge of a great pit
and gaze down into the abyss
a stone staircase leads ahead
down into its core
i wear the veil of mourning
and tears form in my eyes
last remnant of memory
fractured like a crystal shard
but now it's time to go down
and be gone from this world

at the end of time i face myself
this weakness manifest
no golden road to lead me home
my destiny is over
as I sip from the chalice of light
my soul rescinds from sight
my life force slips from me
feelings fade and i cease to be

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SACRAMENT TO THE SCALPEL EP
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| Sacrament To The Scalpel Pt. 1 |

[ instrumental ]


| Emulgent Disfigurement |

yellowed eyes stare back from the cold glass
the reflection bares my traits
it looks like me, but there's no way it could be
rotten hue like an open wound
corrupt skin of the face
how did i get in here
if only i could unzip the flesh
underneath i'm sure it's me...

cut away at the blemished spot
vanquish the deficiency
i can take the pain if its worth it
sacrifice to the shrine of perfection
touching the blade to the skin
not sure if i can
deliver my pound of shame
there is no other way...

cold steel chants
go deeper
if fault exists, it must be removed
meaningless, this torment, this torturous din
the light, not yet here
can't stay my hand


| Kuang Eleven |

high above where the sky is dead
the last remnants of ozone left
i feel the rain like slivers of glass
pierces my flesh like a sharpened axe
translucent lines, symbols behind my eyes
the cryptic meaning which i cant surmise
our broken trust, my crystal eyes rust
as the mirror breaks into steam and dust

we have sealed ourselves away
spiraling inward, encroaching decay
a seamless universe of self
fading trail of humanity

now
our vision
a virus
all direction is lost

faint hum of neon and white noise
blackened waves crash to shore
ideals from our memory
corrupted by our acts
the loss of self, falling into the cloud
becoming one with the hive
my vacant eyes close for the last time
and the present fades away

power on, connect the wires
initiate the transfer...
our greatest flaw, human til the last breath
it's over now, dying is the last step

the transfer complete, my body lies cold
my brain is trapped in the mainframe code
transcendence achieved, i'm supposed to find peace
but my conscious was sold, just a construct, for cheap
now
our wisdom
a virus
were we meant to fail?

| Odor of Blood and Perfume |

i prostrate myself before
monuments of the sacred
odor of blood and perfume
lacerated flesh
in rapture
beckoning
communion with
the divine
but my calls go unheard
I wait for night
my last breath...
the light of ascension, indifferent
a distant glimmer
but i've turned to stone
and (am) anchored to this earth

my head adorned
with a crown of lilies
sunken into the ocean of night
trumpets call
to lift the weak
the angels bind
where my lips would speak
i prostrate myself before
monuments of the sacred
odor of blood and perfume
my flowering corpse offered in rapture

| Sacrament To The Scalpel Pt. 2 |

consumed by
despair inside
i hear its voice
entwine with mine
delighted by
my tormented life
my heart a gnawed
and crumbling shrine
sacral shroud
enchanted wine
but flesh is weak
and suffering divine
carve my skin
emulgent pain
the statue speaks
and turns my tears to blood

cloak of my own blood and entrails
my heart inflamed with ash and despair
cloak of my own blood and entrails
sacrament to the scalpel's blade


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EMULGENT DISFIGUREMENT SINGLE
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| Mizbehi |

cursed by sufferance
i live in darkness
under veil and cloak
worn by age and cracked by the sun
repel the light
the rattle of crows feet
a canyon divides my face
in my right hand a muted latern
in my left hand a broken mirror

unblemished white
i take your skin
replace this visage gnawed by time
and light

i take your skin
i become ideal
he who is like unto god
no angel can see through this disguise
repel the light
repel the light...