
Comet
Vorga
Striving Toward Oblivion • 2022
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Lyrics
Hurtling with abandon
A bullet with a mind
Infecting all that it touches
A plague infected hive
From colony to city
Through pages of time
Countless examples
Power invites
A singular focus
Outcome given no thought
Maniacally dictating
With blood persuading
Through collapses of nations
And peoples repressed
Masochistic ambitions
To have nothing left
Military in executioner
As if a well-timed plan
Rotting the nurture
Biting the hand
A pilot enraptured
A crew possessed
Strafing through the cosmos
Bringers of death
On our comet of sickness
We ride
Imprisoned and entwined
Entranced
Innocent and blind
Of stale and ingrown minds
On our comet of sickness
We thrive
Virulent, malign
Sailing Nowhere
Exploring far and wide
The depths of our pride
Infinite cosmos
Vastly silent
A hostile backdrop
For hostile actions
A callous vacuum
Inhales the life
A fitting analogy
Given habit of mind
Frozen journey
In ascension
Our road to glory
In abjection
Our fervent hatred
Our point in time
Our stasis in the darkness
Our will for strife
Doctrines of grace
Of debased reality
Govern the purpose
A suicide pact
And at the end of it all
There's some justification
Absolving yourself
A guilt free ascension
Military in executioner
As if a well-timed plan
Rotting the nurture
Biting the hand
A pilot enraptured
A crew possessed
Strafing through the cosmos
Bringers of death
On our comet of sickness
We ride
Imprisoned and entwined
Entranced
Innocent and blind
Of stale and ingrown minds
On our comet of sickness
We thrive
Virulent, malign
Sailing Nowhere
Exploring far and wide
The depths of our pride
A bullet with a mind
Infecting all that it touches
A plague infected hive
From colony to city
Through pages of time
Countless examples
Power invites
A singular focus
Outcome given no thought
Maniacally dictating
With blood persuading
Through collapses of nations
And peoples repressed
Masochistic ambitions
To have nothing left
Military in executioner
As if a well-timed plan
Rotting the nurture
Biting the hand
A pilot enraptured
A crew possessed
Strafing through the cosmos
Bringers of death
On our comet of sickness
We ride
Imprisoned and entwined
Entranced
Innocent and blind
Of stale and ingrown minds
On our comet of sickness
We thrive
Virulent, malign
Sailing Nowhere
Exploring far and wide
The depths of our pride
Infinite cosmos
Vastly silent
A hostile backdrop
For hostile actions
A callous vacuum
Inhales the life
A fitting analogy
Given habit of mind
Frozen journey
In ascension
Our road to glory
In abjection
Our fervent hatred
Our point in time
Our stasis in the darkness
Our will for strife
Doctrines of grace
Of debased reality
Govern the purpose
A suicide pact
And at the end of it all
There's some justification
Absolving yourself
A guilt free ascension
Military in executioner
As if a well-timed plan
Rotting the nurture
Biting the hand
A pilot enraptured
A crew possessed
Strafing through the cosmos
Bringers of death
On our comet of sickness
We ride
Imprisoned and entwined
Entranced
Innocent and blind
Of stale and ingrown minds
On our comet of sickness
We thrive
Virulent, malign
Sailing Nowhere
Exploring far and wide
The depths of our pride
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