Descent
Form_A Lyrics

Visions of an endless tunnel
I see an unending path ahead of me, full of uncertainty and darkness.

Carved through sleep
This path is woven into the fabric of my dreams, haunting me even in my sleep.

A voice echos in whispers, from beneath
I hear a faint voice, barely audible, coming from deep within.

A mouth hungry to see
It craves for sight, eager to witness what has been hidden.

One shadow too many
The presence of darkness surrounds me, overwhelming and suffocating.

this world's not mine
I feel like I don't belong in this reality, like I am an outsider.

Grip on my sternum
An intense grip tightens around my chest, causing me pain and discomfort.

Fingers behind my teeth
There is an unspoken tension within me, holding back the words I long to express.

To speak is creation
The act of speaking has the power to bring forth existence and shape our reality.

Language becomes the living
Through words, ideas and concepts come alive, influencing our perception of the world.

Words gives birth
Utterances give rise to new beginnings and possibilities.

To a loss of control
However, this also leads to surrendering control, as words shape our reality beyond our intention.

Silence will spread
In the absence of sound, silence engulfs everything, permeating the atmosphere.

We drown in quiet
This silence becomes suffocating, overwhelming us like drowning in water.

The shadow is born
From the absence of noise, a dark presence emerges.

From the corpses of quiet
This shadow feeds on the remnants of silence, growing stronger from the absence of sound.

It reaches through death
The shadow extends its grasp even into the realm of death, transcending mortal boundaries.

Into your skull
It penetrates your mind, invading your thoughts and consciousness.

And pulls you through
With a forceful tug, it drags you into its realm, separating you from your known reality.

The violence within me
The aggression and turmoil residing within myself

Escapes like smoke
It seeps out, releasing itself from my being like wisps of smoke.

Blood like cancer
A destructive force, spreading within, corrupting my essence like a malignant disease.

Fills my throat
It fills my being, choking me and hindering my ability to speak or express myself.

The violence within me
The aggression and turmoil residing within myself

Congeals into shadow
These chaotic emotions solidify into a form of darkness.

And leaves me behind in death
As the shadow takes over, I am left lifeless, devoid of any meaningful existence.

I descend
I descend further into the unknown, delving into the depths of despair and uncertainty.

I believe in demons
I hold faith in the existence of malevolent supernatural entities.

I believe in nothing
In the face of despair, I find myself devoid of hope or belief in anything.

I believe in shadows
I have conviction in the presence and significance of dark and hidden forces.

I believe in hell
I have faith in the existence of a realm of torment and suffering.

The shadow approaches
As I journey deeper, the looming darkness draws nearer and closer to me.

As I walk deeper
Continuing my path, venturing further into the unknown and the terrifying.

It promises secrets
The shadow entices, offering hidden knowledge and revelations.

Of a world unseen
These secrets are connected to an unseen reality, beyond the perception of ordinary senses.

There is an old room
Within this journey lies an ancient chamber, filled with the remnants of the past.

Where the light of the past
The illumination of the past

Comes through
Shines forth into the present, casting its influence and revealing its stories.

I stand at the threshold
I find myself at the entrance, on the edge of discovery.

A figure sits there
A mysterious presence occupies the room, concealed from clear sight.

In the room
Within this space, hidden knowledge and revelations reside.

It cannot be seen
The figure remains elusive and imperceptible to ordinary vision.

It cannot be seen by us
Its existence and nature are beyond our comprehension and perception.