Tormented Consciousness - Rings of Saturn, Yo Onityan

Images forever lingering, only to be recognized by pure absence

Hyperbolic requirements

This is a place where the dead gather to dwell

A hive of tormented consciousness, their own personal hell

Their own personal hell

Mortality, a fundamental human condition

Curiously plucking out the bits of the nervous system

Acting as puppet strings

The fingerprints of god have touched those who are not so vibrant

Tethered to the integration of human will

Contort the flesh, and bend it quickly to instill the foundation of which a

legacy is built

A biological entity, programmed to kill

Images forever lingering, only to be recognized by pure absence

Hyperbolic requirements

This is a place where the dead gather to dwell

A hive of tormented consciousness, their own personal hell

Their own personal hell

Mortality, a fundamental human condition

Curiously plucking out the bits of the nervous system

Acting as puppet strings

The fingerprints of god have touched those who are not so vibrant

Tethered to the integration of human will

Contort the flesh, and bend it quickly to instill the foundation of which a

legacy is built

A biological entity, programmed to kill