Bottom feeder​/​Trepan

by Invocation Mors

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released February 17, 2016

Recorded and mixed by Travis Johnson at T & M recording
Mastered by Ermin Hamidovic

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Track Name: Bottom Feeder
i have become,
all i depise.
fueling off hate,
bred from inside.
why cant i feel, anything more.
than endless pain, caused by my selfish hate.

bottom feeder,
the leech of life, infecting mine.
i'll cull the life, and drown you deep in hell.
bottom feeder,
your leeching life, has forsworn mine.
i dont feel remorse, for the pain ill cause.

poising me infecting all of my dreams,
what youve done to me.
youve burnt my throne.
swept away the ash,
left me with cold stone.
fighting my own mind exile myself from life.
life cannot begin,
while i exist.
cut me from the earth,
and cleanse the world.
my heart is empty, the world is detached from i.

i, am the leech of all that manifests within.
sucking this world dry,
this worthless fucking shell,
chains me into hell,
to fester and decay away into my own fucking grave.
Track Name: Trepan
why, do you persist to take over control.
an unwanted product festering my soul.
feeding on guilt and fear,
i'll erase this here.

i will watch you rot.
as your infected soul slowly dissolves,
eradicated by my will to see you de-throned.
i grin from ear to ear, to know your sins i've cleared.

i am now free from the burden you have chained down on me.

exposing yourself to me was a fucking mistake
i have capitalised on your vulenrabilities,
all the fears that you pulled me to
can no longer weaken my mind and soul.
i have gained the power to execute,
and exile the thoughts you used to consume,
cloud my head, blind my life.
i'll keep your memory here, so i resent your life.

i have renounced all belief.
excuse your thoughts that torture me

i am the sole source of my psyche,
exempt from the confines of your mind.
i watch your life extract from mine,
and i feel my strength re-building itself.

so sit right back,
relax yourself.
and watch your monument crumble in itself.
sit right back,
shut those thoughts up.
i'll bore you out and you will be forgot.

you will be forgotten
when i bore you out