The Amenta - Obliterate's Prayer

Ripped apart
By repetitions of rhythm
To be sunk
Submerged by swells of strings,
In trickles of tempo

Mutes
Of melody thrust
Roughly in bells of throat
Flooding slickly in
The reservoir of lung
One voice in chorus
One note in arrest
One movement, no meter
No discord of flesh

I am a single signal
Tear me from the ground
And drown me in sound
I am a crest of a wave
Tear me from the ground
And drown me in sound

In ripples of rhythm

Drunken
I will drift, in escape's
Harmonic undertow
And bury myself
In the sounding sands
Each heartbeat washed out
On endless reverb tails
Carry me to climatic crests
And crush me in the depths

I am a single signal
Tear me from the ground And drown me in sound
I am a crest of a wave
Tear me from the ground
And drown me

The will is floating, adrift
Like a cork in the currents
A vessel becalmed
Amidst a war of waves

One simple, single voice
In a formless ocean of noise
Let me loose, let me loose
To lose myself in noise
The mind, salt-rotted and sinking

Noise
Meaningless
In the multitude
I will drift in the undertow
Ears stopped and heart struck
I will be void in the vastness
I will not be

I'll gather my rags
And walk into the waves
And pitch and sink
In a sea of sound

I am a single signal
Tear me from the ground
And drown me in sound
I am a crest of a wave
Tear me from the ground
And drown me
Drown me in sound