Halls and walls of consequence deem endless,
where hope is the art of lying to yourself.
You're a lost fucking cause in a vicious circle of endless rape.
You've raped yourself in front of the mirrors I held before you
running from a future and leaving a maze of scars.
Exit
Sacrifice
Sigils Made of Flesh and Trees
Exit
Apparitional Void of Failure
Pyramid of Skulls
Intro
Unblessed Be
Beauty is Only Razor Deep
Untitled
The Light of Those Who Failed
Bleak Necrotic Paleness
Telepáticos cujos
Horizon Of Plastic Caskets
Inner Sanctum Surveillance
Entrance into Nothingness
Xastur Within
Masquerade Of Incisions
Paradise
May Your Void Become As Deep As My Hate