“Inferno (extended cut)” is a cinematic descent into a modern hell — inspired by Dante’s Inferno and the apocalyptic dread of the present day. Blending atmospheric guitars, spoken-word fragments, and a slow build into total collapse, the track imagines a world where climate disaster, war, and power imbalance have pushed us beyond hope. A warning and a requiem: abandon hope, or change course.

Inferno

DON’T YOU WALK PAST ME

I just want the last one breathing

 For we are a fragrance of Christ to God among those who are being saved and among those who are perishing: to the one an aroma from death to death, to the other an aroma from life to life. And who is adequate for these things? (2 Corinthians 2:15-16)

Verse 1
Those Christian fools are everywhere
They spread hate to all they see
Those sick Christians
I hate them all! (ha ha)
Why can't they leave us all alone?
They should keep their stupid Bibles at their home
and mind their own business! (yeah yeah)

They think they're so better than us
They think God loves them more than me or you
They're so pathetic!
Throw 'em in a trash can!
Throw 'em in a trash can!

Chorus 1
Oh Heavenly Father
Thank you for Jesus
Who died for me
for all my sins
Hallelujah!
I did not deserve Your gift of love
Help me be pleasing to Your sight
May Your Will be done in my life

Verse 2
Stop talking sin and hell to me
'cause I am doing very good in my own life
You're so upsetting!(huh huh)
God sees I'm doing good enough
But if I'm not I will tear down the doors of Heaven
AND KICK GOD OUT! (yeah yeah)

You can have Jesus all you want
Jesus is just a dead and gone human
Why don't you wake up?
Throw 'em in a trash can 
Throw 'em in a trash can!

Chorus 2
Oh Lord Jesus
You rule over all the world
You see all that is
all that will be
Hallelujah!
Please help those who hate you
see Your love for them
Please free them from all their sin
May they have Your peace within

Father
You will end this world
Your Love will turn to Wrath
when the sin of man is full
Hallelujah!
New Heavens and new Earth You will create
Who was, Who is, and Who is to come
All glory and praise belong to You
All glory and praise belong to You 
Hallelujah!

Trash Can

Too Far Gone

The Knights of Emesis (AKA Regurgitants), a militant faction that sees modern medicine as a form of idolatrous praising of false tubes, makes themselves known and triggers the Great Schism. A celebrated GI doctor’s wedding is violently interrupted by a Knight of Emesis who publicly de-throats the officiating priest and declares the old gods dead. 

Lyrics:
"[Verse 1]
The cathedral hums, guests whisper and cheer,  
A famous GI doctor stands, love shining clear.  
Vows are spoken, rings are aligned,  
A sacred moment, peaceful and kind.  
But shadows stir, a figure moves through the pews,  
A cloak falls back, revealing a threat to all who muse.

[Chorus]
The old gods are dead! A roar fills the hall,  
The Knight of Emesis strikes, the priest starts to fall.  
A sudden, violent motion, a gasp, a scream,  
Blood and chaos ripple through the sacred dream.

[Verse 2]
Other cloaks fall as the crowd turns in shock,  
Figures emerge, a militant flock.  
"We are the Knights of Emesis!" the leader cries,  
The Tube must flow backward, a rule they idolize.  
Guests stumble and flee, unable to believe,  
The wedding shattered, no one can grieve.

[Chorus]
The old gods are dead! The flow shall rise!  
Screams echo upward, panic in every eye.  
The ceremony destroyed, vows ripped apart,  
The Tube convulses violently, a shocking start.

[Bridge / Instrumental]
[Build chaotic tension with bass synth and industrial percussion. Layer choir voices rising and collapsing. Swelling synth pads create urgency. Tempo climbs as the climax approaches.]

[Outro]
The Tube has fractured, the world sees the schism,  
A violent declaration, a sudden baptism.  
The Knights of Emesis have arrived, chaos sown,  
From this wedding, Tubism’s splintering is known."

The Old Gods Are Dead

Theory becomes war in the height of the Schism. Underground feasts meet skyline rituals, propaganda and infiltrations escalate, and the Knights of Emesis exploit the fracture — burning clinics, staging raids, and sabotaging rites. Here we see how blockage (literal and doctrinal) can bring societies to a halt. It ends with the hint that something older and stranger is starting to stir beneath the noise.

Lyrics:
"[Intro]
Below they dig, above they gleam,
Both chase the Tube through faith and dream.
One feeds the gut, one purges clean,
And chaos rides the cracks between.

[Verse 1]
The Maw bows down where shadows grow,
Their sermons hum in undertow.
They burn their dead to feed the clay,
Believing all returns that way.
The Temple stands in glass and chrome,
They purge the flesh to find the soul.
Their silver lights and cleansing tone,
Proclaim release, reject control.

[Chorus]
Feed the wound to make it mend,
Soil to star and back again.
The Worm ascends, the Maw remains,
Faith coils tight through sacred veins.

[Verse 2]
The Maw builds feasts beneath the ground,
Their choirs roar a chewing sound.
They claim the Tube still crawls below,
A living god they long to know.
The Temple hums in shining halls,
Their echoes hum through temple walls.
They flush the blood, they clear the stain,
They say the Tube has shed its chain.

[Pre-Bridge]
But peace decayed in sacred halls,
As bile met light and shame did sprawl.
Where stomachs churned and temples shone,
The Knights returned to claim their own.

[Bridge]
They stormed the GI wards at dawn,
PEG tubes waving, armor on.
They cried, “No Tube! No false disguise!
The gut’s the god the rest despise!”
The first Tube swallowed sky and night,
Follow the Feastbound’s sacred light.

[Chorus]
Feed the wound to make it mend,
Coil through soil and star again.
We feed the mouth that births us now,
The Tube consumes, we bow, we bow.

[Outro]
This is the age of obstruction 
This is the age of obstruction 
This is the age of obstruction 
This is the age of obstruction "

Ouroboros

In the midst of destruction we learn of the ancient prophecy naming a descendant of the original Tube and of the founders of Tubism, the Flowborn, who is destined to reunite the Tube and heal the Schism. The Flowborn is foretold to restore the cycle after the Great Flush, a mysterious cataclysm in the future.  It’s not the arrival of the Flowborn — it’s the world hearing the promise. 

Lyrics:
"[Intro]
Hear this prophecy, long kept hidden,
Of broken faith and battles forbidden.
The world is torn, the Tube divided,
But a new flow comes, long awaited.

[Verse 1]
The Maw devours, deep underground,
Their followers kneel, their faith profound.
The Temple purges, cleansing each soul,
Their rituals strict, their only goal.
Chaos struck from shadowed halls,
The Knights of Emesis broke the walls.
They screamed, they ran, they burned, they fought,
A warning born of all they sought.

[Pre-Chorus]
Listen close, the voices call,
Through pipes and stones, through cracks in all.
From the first Tube, a child will rise,
A Flowborn comes to unify.

[Chorus]
This is the prophecy, clear and true:
When faith is shattered, when hope is few,
The Flowborn will come, a child of Tube,
To heal the world and guide its groove.

[Verse 2]
The Maw and Temple still fight and stand,
Their followers clash across the land.
One feeds the mouth, one frees the rest,
Both will bow with the Flowborn test.
A child of Tube, from founders born,
Will bring the light after the storm.
The blocked will open, the old ways bend,
The prophecy fulfilled in the end.

[Bridge]
“From blocked drains to open streams,
The Tube will pulse and heal our dreams.
The Flowborn rises, the world made whole,
The Flush returns, it claims its toll.”

[Final Chorus]
This is the prophecy, spoken now:
When faith is broken, when all seem lost,
The Flowborn comes, the Tube restored,
The cycles merge, the Flush endured.

[Outro]
Believe believe,
The Flowborn comes.
Believe believe,
The Flowborn comes."

Whispers of the Flowborn

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