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Retch

from Ill Will by Our Last Crusade

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[Nihilism, Pessimism]

RELEASE ME TO THE VOID

The nausea floods, ill will I have become
If there's nothing left behind, then I cannot be found
Every night, every night I see no sleep
Every night, every night I dream no dreams

Evermore the absentee

Is today the day that we die?
Watching the clock, praying to flat-line
Help me feel alive once more
What is left and who is left to take it from?
Help me destroy, help me restore
Help me feel I'm not alone

Violence is in your bones
You can't deny what you are
Defect perfected in womb
Here to spread salt and misery into the mold

Fear is just the mouth of instinct
Whoever said that it's a privilege to survive?
Life's only purpose is spreading thin
We're just instruments
Passed down through blood and generation
Mark me down as no resuscitation
Signal the sickness: I reject the illness
Release me

Contingent on the curse of creation
No fucking miracle shall be practiced henceforth
We're a pocket of shit in a cold dark void
All that breathes in the whole of the Earth: a failure

Ill conceived
Damned seed
Ill-giver, won't you send the plague for me
No song
Nor melody
In your voice, all I hear is calamity

I CAN'T FEEL ANYTHING

I can't feel anything, in this abyss I see no sun: I'm simply withering away
I see no sun, wither with me away (into the darkness, into the abyss)
I see no sun, wither with me away (into the darkness, into the abyss)
I just want to feel at home
I have never felt so alone

ILL WILL

Venture forth into the lands of loss
Vent into the void cause no one gives a fuck
I am servant to the nothingness, I think I'm giving up
Miscarry the product of existence
Pray for suffocation where there is breath
Cause I am servant to the nothingness that makes me retch

ILL WILL

Let old age come swift and grant you sweet release (x4)
I find myself locked in its gaze, still I remain
Cause I am servant to the nothingness which bears my name

The cold is all there is and life goes on unwillingly (x4)

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from Ill Will, released November 30, 2018

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