Apophatic Weaponry Lyrics

As shapes of the divine retirement crawling in sterile nests

High expectations are leading to high desecrations
The stronger is a faith, the tastier shall be its corruption
Entropic forces exhumed by abstract knowledge
The evidence of His absence is sparkling, a dizziness into the void.

Omegavore : the end of meanings, absolution for the prolapsed soul
Cuts and wounds silently draw the maze to transcendence.
For travelers of the uncanny vessels of noesis and consumption.
Squandering the remains of humanity in total devotion
Ignite, exhale, absolute shall be the process of voiding.

The joy of God is the joy of his absence
His vanishing has left the world ascend,
As an ocean, when leaving the shore,
Creates the wounds and the womb or earth and life

God is the absence of God
Antiseeds placed in us by Its Divine Womb
Have rotted to become unholy germs,
Scabbing shells of inertia and terror.
I leave my corpse hungry, a blemishing aura still tries to shine
Through rottenness I erect my pleasure of being
To desecrate my own creation
Syllable by syllable, letters by letters,
shapes after shapes of his manifestation.