Imaginator from Imaginator by Imaginator

The third eye the all-seeing beast of the universe, distant future.
Nothing to inhale, crops of rotting nature, dreams of emptiness.
While the mental state of the mind spins in an endless circle of chaos.
The expanding physical human grows forever.

In a society
Where omitted souls excluded
Never to consolidate
In a world without a name

Entering the madness
Walls of burning white
Senses smothered to pieces
Visions in his line of sight
Structured memories appearing
Accessible from within your mind

Realigning former events
Lucid moments relived again
Forced to only pass through
The doors of darker times

Shearing cold flowing through the body
Remembrance of something long suppressed, while
Ripping up scars healed by everlasting time

In a society
Where omitted souls excluded
Never to consolidate
In a world without a name

Dreaded retention stands vividly before our eyes
Lifelike but different
The splinters still tear holes in flesh
Shrieking voices crushing what once was silence
The grounds tremors give in
Dust settling

Shifting from one to another dimension
Leaving footprints of misfortune and pain
Will this forever be the new reality?
Tracing through ceaseless distress of what is ancient recollection

Imaginator

• Metal
• funky
• jazzy
• progressive death metal
• Oslo