Lyrics:

Incapacitate the words of the mass, flourisher of falsehood 
Unfasten the hands of the spawns which surfaced from your belly and mouth
Pardon acknowledged after induction through waste salve
Hades opens the gates for his children to amuse the sleeping herd
into acquiescence to its ambiguous creed.
A hunger only satiated by power and greed.

The hounds will feed on your dwindling faith
The flies will feast on your open wounds
The most mystifying incantations can be heard from above and beneath
With abysmal abhorrence any man has ever yet felt.
As the masses hold back their mind and tongue
The hate evangelist stands uncorrected.

What have you understood from the parson on the pulpit?
Do his words sear deep into your soul?
With his alluring gesticulations and compelling presence,
Do you plead acceptance under his egotistic control?
What have you learned from yesterday?
Will you commit the same fault over and over again?
Descendant of man, mortifying his own flesh,
 When will you initiate your own deliverance?

To those who have come and gone without aspiring redemption,
Sullenly waiting for cessation as their means of evasion,
Wail in their graves for salvation that will never come.
Salvation that will never come.


I Became The Wormhole - An Obscure Theology  (unedited, unfinished, guitar and drum tracks only.)

Lyircs:

Incapacitate the words of the mass, flourisher of falsehood 
Unfasten the hands of the spawns which surfaced from your belly and mouth
Pardon acknowledged after induction through waste salve
Hades opens the gates for his children to amuse the sleeping herd
into acquiescence to its ambiguous creed.
A hunger only satiated by power and greed.

The hounds will feed on your dwindling faith
The flies will feast on your open wounds
The most mystifying incantations can be heard from above and beneath
With abysmal abhorrence any man has ever yet felt.
As the masses hold back their mind and tongue
The hate evangelist stands uncorrected.

What have you understood from the parson on the pulpit?
Do his words sear deep into your soul?
With his alluring gesticulations and compelling presence,
Do you plead acceptance under his egotistic control?
What have you learned from yesterday?
Will you commit the same fault over and over again?
Descendant of man, mortifying his own flesh,
 When will you initiate your own deliverance?

To those who have come and gone without aspiring redemption,
Sullenly waiting for cessation as their means of evasion,
Wail in their graves for salvation that will never come.
Salvation that will never come.
