Shroud-ing all the ground around me 
Is this holy crow above me. 
Black as holes within a memory 
And blue as our new second sun. 
I stick my hand into his shadow 
To pull the pieces from the sand. 
Which I attempt to reassemble 
To see just who I might have been. 
I do not recognize the vessel, 
But the eyes seem so familiar. 
Like phosphorescent desert buttons 
Singing one familiar song... 

 
MORBID EXISTENCE

Welcome to my Dark Night of the Soul...Gaze Deep into the Abyss...
Into the Innermost Recesses of the
Mind...And Break Free Into Infinity...


    

*above art by H.R.Giger
    
SEASONS IN THE ABYSS...

  
    
SOME PEOPLE AREN'T CUT OUT TO BE SAINTS(slaves)
    AND SINCE I WAS BORN IN ORIGINAL SIN
    HEDONISM HAS A CERTAIN ATTRACTION,
    I THINK I'LL CUT THE CRAP,CUT OUT THE MIDDLE MAN,
    AND GO TO HELL
    I'VE SOLD MY SOUL, SO WHEN MY BODY GOES COLD
    I'LL GO STRAIGHT TO HELL
    GO TO HELL
    WON'T YOU BE TOLD?
    I'VE SOLD MY SOUL
    GO STRAIGHT TO HELL
    YOUR PARADISE DOESN'T SOUND TO FETCHING
    IT'S NOT ONLY YOUR SOULS WHICH MUST BE LOST
    "HELL IS OTHER PEOPLE"
    YEAH, TOO RIGHT, MY HELL IS YOU,
    THE SINS OF THE FLESH SOUND SO APPEALING
    SO LET ME WALLOW IN MY GUILT
    YOUR HELL WILL BE MY HEAVEN
    SO LET'S TURN UP THE HEAT, LET ETERNITY BEGIN
    AND GO TO HELL
    I'VE SOLD MY SOUL
    SO WHEN MY BODY GOES COLD
    I'LL GO STRAIGHT TO HELL
    C'MON
    LET'S GO TO HELL
    WON'T YOU BE TOLD?
    I'VE SOLD MY SOUL
    GO STRAIGHT TO HELL
    
    LET'S BURN IN THE FLAMES, YEAH!
    -CARCASS

    

    


    
    
    
Becoming the Snake

The story goes that change is inevitable. 
So it must be that having eaten dust and 
rotting flesh, the snake comes to know in 
his own skin the secrets of change.

Through the deceit of death I grow wise in 
the illusions of time. I change, I grow 
beyond myself, leaving the papery sheath 
that once was what I was. I live alone and 
make my changes in secret. I know the smell 
of fear, of death, of innnocence. I float 
among lilies. I rest in shadows. I lick the 
wisdom of air and dust. I know the earth, 
sky and men. I wrap myself around the legs 
of life. By the enmity of others I learn 
empathy with all creatures. I lie down in 
darkness and learn the art of subtlety. 
I rear and strike in surprise. I know the 
limits of earth. In my belly I know this 
is all one place. I leave but a meandering 
trail in the dust, a graceful passage like 
the tracings of time. I lie down and change 
and rise and grow old and lie down and change 
and rise. I demand neither fear nor pity. 
I know what you can not see. It is not 
pride that keeps me solitary. In your 
hands the honey of my mouth turns to poison. 
It is mere survival -- yours and mine.

Change is eternity.

    
from Awakening Osiris: The Egyptian 
Book of the Dead, translated by Normandi Ellis



    
My shadow's 
Shedding skin and 
I've been picking 
Scabs again. 
I'm down 
Digging through 
My old muscles 
Looking for a clue. 

 I've been crawling on my belly 
Clearing out what could've been. 
I've been wallowing in my own confused 
And insecure delusions 
For a piece to cross me over 
Or a word to guide me in. 
I wanna feel the changes coming down. 
I wanna know what I've been hiding in 

 My shadow. 
Change is coming through my shadow. 
My shadow's shedding skin 
I've been picking 
My scabs again. 

 I've been crawling on my belly 
Clearing out what could've been. 
I've been wallowing in my own chaotic 
And insecure delusions 

 I wanna feel the change consume me, 
Feel the outside turning in. 
I wanna feel the metamorphosis and 
Cleansing I've endured within 

 My shadow 
Change is coming. 
Now is my time. 
Listen to my muscle memory. 
Contemplate what I've been clinging to. 
Forty-six and two ahead of me. 

 I choose to live and to 
Grow, take and give and to 
Move, learn and love and to 
Cry, kill and die and to 
Be paranoid and to 
Lie, hate and fear and to 
Do what it takes to move through. 

 I choose to live and to 
Lie, kill and give and to 
Die, learn and love and to 
Do what it takes to step through. 
See my shadow changing, 
Stretching up and over me. 
Soften this old armor. 
Hoping I can clear the way 
By stepping through my shadow, 
Coming out the other side. 
Step into the shadow. 
Forty six and two are just ahead of me. 

-Maynard James Keenan
 



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"Saying yes to life 
even in its most strangest and hardest 
problems;the will to life rejoicing over 
its own exhaustability even in the very 
sacrifice of its highest types-this is 
what i call Dionysian,that is what I 
understood as the bridge to the psychology 
of the tragic poet. Not in order to get 
rid of terror and pity, not in order to 
purge oneself of a dangerous effect by 
its vehement discharge, but in order to 
be oneself the eternal joy of becoming, 
beyond all terror and pity."-Friedrich Nietzsche