| Song | The Omniscient |
| Artist | Axamenta |
| Album | Ever-Arch-I-Tech-Ture |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (March 28th, 1879 A.D. 3:22 AM, London England) | |
| Dread holding me under | |
| In the darkest waters of confusion | |
| The air breathes like rotting earth | |
| As a victor, I have never been dying as much | |
| Yet, this familiar scenery seems incomplete | |
| Is it the whispering of the night | |
| Or the waters cold gaze | |
| That takes me back to a far-flung past? | |
| I don't know what to think | |
| What to see or what to believe | |
| Something's out of place or out of time | |
| Dissonant echoes paint a nauseating scene: | |
| Life is seeping from this corpse | |
| A crimson stream between the paving stones | |
| And the eyes that stare back at me | |
| Are numbed with death | |
| Drowning in tidal waves | |
| Of uncontrollable thoughts | |
| Reflections of the demons | |
| That shelter within me | |
| A silhouette distinguishes | |
| From the shadows of dusk | |
| It beckons me, it spells my name | |
| Save me… | |
| As it draws near, | |
| A voice whistles a familiar tune | |
| It's footsteps raise my heartbeat to their pace | |
| I've been here before… | |
| Distance shortens to an unbearable recognition | |
| Our eyes meet, Time collapses | |
| Breath is riven from our lungs | |
| It was me… | |
| Save me - I'm falling | |
| Into a - into a white void | |
| Save me - I'm falling | |
| Seeing what - I cannot believe | |
| And so another circuit | |
| Perpetuates the chain | |
| When the endling merges | |
| Into one AGAIN | |
| The incarnationprocess | |
| Now can recommence | |
| Release the energy | |
| In (a) sulphur incense | |
| I've let my mind to witness to see | |
| The blueprints of a greater design | |
| A patchwork of incarnations | |
| Like shackles in a chainreaction | |
| Releasing energy for... | |
| For whom actually? | |
| I couldn't say…it is too abstract | |
| The incognation is far too much for me to bare | |
| And so this shackle failed to re-initialise | |
| Now memories instead have risen from ashes to flesh | |
| The chainreaction is saturated | |
| Save me - I'm falling | |
| Into a - complete omniscience | |
| Save me - I'm falling | |
| Professing - to the blinded ones |
| March 28th, 1879 A. D. 3: 22 AM, London England | |
| Dread holding me under | |
| In the darkest waters of confusion | |
| The air breathes like rotting earth | |
| As a victor, I have never been dying as much | |
| Yet, this familiar scenery seems incomplete | |
| Is it the whispering of the night | |
| Or the waters cold gaze | |
| That takes me back to a farflung past? | |
| I don' t know what to think | |
| What to see or what to believe | |
| Something' s out of place or out of time | |
| Dissonant echoes paint a nauseating scene: | |
| Life is seeping from this corpse | |
| A crimson stream between the paving stones | |
| And the eyes that stare back at me | |
| Are numbed with death | |
| Drowning in tidal waves | |
| Of uncontrollable thoughts | |
| Reflections of the demons | |
| That shelter within me | |
| A silhouette distinguishes | |
| From the shadows of dusk | |
| It beckons me, it spells my name | |
| Save me | |
| As it draws near, | |
| A voice whistles a familiar tune | |
| It' s footsteps raise my heartbeat to their pace | |
| I' ve been here before | |
| Distance shortens to an unbearable recognition | |
| Our eyes meet, Time collapses | |
| Breath is riven from our lungs | |
| It was me | |
| Save me I' m falling | |
| Into a into a white void | |
| Save me I' m falling | |
| Seeing what I cannot believe | |
| And so another circuit | |
| Perpetuates the chain | |
| When the endling merges | |
| Into one AGAIN | |
| The incarnationprocess | |
| Now can recommence | |
| Release the energy | |
| In a sulphur incense | |
| I' ve let my mind to witness to see | |
| The blueprints of a greater design | |
| A patchwork of incarnations | |
| Like shackles in a chainreaction | |
| Releasing energy for... | |
| For whom actually? | |
| I couldn' t say it is too abstract | |
| The incognation is far too much for me to bare | |
| And so this shackle failed to reinitialise | |
| Now memories instead have risen from ashes to flesh | |
| The chainreaction is saturated | |
| Save me I' m falling | |
| Into a complete omniscience | |
| Save me I' m falling | |
| Professing to the blinded ones |
| March 28th, 1879 A. D. 3: 22 AM, London England | |
| Dread holding me under | |
| In the darkest waters of confusion | |
| The air breathes like rotting earth | |
| As a victor, I have never been dying as much | |
| Yet, this familiar scenery seems incomplete | |
| Is it the whispering of the night | |
| Or the waters cold gaze | |
| That takes me back to a farflung past? | |
| I don' t know what to think | |
| What to see or what to believe | |
| Something' s out of place or out of time | |
| Dissonant echoes paint a nauseating scene: | |
| Life is seeping from this corpse | |
| A crimson stream between the paving stones | |
| And the eyes that stare back at me | |
| Are numbed with death | |
| Drowning in tidal waves | |
| Of uncontrollable thoughts | |
| Reflections of the demons | |
| That shelter within me | |
| A silhouette distinguishes | |
| From the shadows of dusk | |
| It beckons me, it spells my name | |
| Save me | |
| As it draws near, | |
| A voice whistles a familiar tune | |
| It' s footsteps raise my heartbeat to their pace | |
| I' ve been here before | |
| Distance shortens to an unbearable recognition | |
| Our eyes meet, Time collapses | |
| Breath is riven from our lungs | |
| It was me | |
| Save me I' m falling | |
| Into a into a white void | |
| Save me I' m falling | |
| Seeing what I cannot believe | |
| And so another circuit | |
| Perpetuates the chain | |
| When the endling merges | |
| Into one AGAIN | |
| The incarnationprocess | |
| Now can recommence | |
| Release the energy | |
| In a sulphur incense | |
| I' ve let my mind to witness to see | |
| The blueprints of a greater design | |
| A patchwork of incarnations | |
| Like shackles in a chainreaction | |
| Releasing energy for... | |
| For whom actually? | |
| I couldn' t say it is too abstract | |
| The incognation is far too much for me to bare | |
| And so this shackle failed to reinitialise | |
| Now memories instead have risen from ashes to flesh | |
| The chainreaction is saturated | |
| Save me I' m falling | |
| Into a complete omniscience | |
| Save me I' m falling | |
| Professing to the blinded ones |