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God Of Nothing
04:09
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The sky has opened in the recent days As it’s no longer choked upon the clamor of a race For the first time, I hear for miles away Just in time for my having nothing more to say
I pull away the curtain of the smoke that’s stung my eyes From waking up alone to the beginning of my life Lighter than I would’ve guessed from all the other times As it is swallowed in the throes of a gutted sky
With every breath reclaimed, another mournful sigh As Earth shudders beneath my solitary steps As the last of her creation spills forth its life I am left to await the coming of death
Breathing
Rotting
Forgetting
Nothing
In a stale cycle’s close The echoes of what I have come to know Linger unobstructed over ash that falls like snow
In tired resignation, I find Myself buried in the pieces left Of an ever-distant time When this life less resembled death In quiet desperation, I climb Over piles of the ones who rest Beneath the shade of the cracking sky Cracking bones with my every step
Breathing
Rotting
Forgetting
Nothing
Half-lucid numbing I’m still becoming My god of nothing My god of nothing
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Solitary
04:23
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Tracks in the frost circle perfectly into themselves With no discernible departure from what I can tell Ever convinced I’m not alone, I follow where footsteps fell Each time greeted with the same silence I’ve come to know so well
These trees all look the same as I’m led further astray
Stark monoliths, each a tribute to the feral gods of this lonely place Denizens of a world untouched by the warmth of day Each branch reaches toward the same direction in which they gaze Toward their own reflections in the frozen lakes
Each one focused on their own familiar shape
Threats of death whispered among them coalesce into a roar And I fall on bended knees on command of a language I’ve not heard before I only hope I can arise before the coming of the storm
Blood pounds within my ears as the cold permeates my flesh And, as I’m sealed into this resting place, I welcome death
I understand the end is near as the surface reflects my frozen stare But in my weary state of mind, I can’t force myself to care I come to know the life contained in this place I once thought bare Concealing all who wandered through the paths I’ve shared
Never to acknowledge my own internal strife I’ll rest here ever-convinced the path I chose was right Tracks that I’ve followed end with where I’ve come to die Sunk cost-purchased progress brought about the end of life
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Functioning System
03:48
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I feel the teeth The inundations of the leech My flesh is precious in the eyes of the queen And of the swarm beneath
I lay still in submission Clever persuasion Has made the prayer position Second nature
The water is bitter with blood Feast upon the bones of my effigy For my consciousness has come to separate I sacrifice my life for parasites and wasted energy For I have known nothing beyond this apathy
The water is bitter with blood
The silence frittered in the rush
I now see beyond the clouds
For years they’ve darkened the pools
With no more fear in which to drown
I recognize I’ve been a fool
Programmed at birth in lieu of the cull Inflicted on the ones who tried to surface Sink through the murk, unravel Saturate in the deep and join the worthless
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Silent Planet
03:58
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In the shadow of the silence that lies before me The truth lies still, longing for its awakening This unfamiliar world is all it can see The landscape of such troubled minds still fast asleep
Sacred grounds rendered now featureless, meaningless
Staring deep into the void, I see my own reflection Buried in a force-fed joy that feasts on misdirection
Reaching to me
Quietly I’ll watch as we both waste away Always losing track of which one’s behind the pane I find myself further settled in this sunken place That, in an ever-changing world, will always stay the same
In the dark that we are born into We will remain until we are removed In the parts of ourselves that are so often subdued We will find the salvation that we have refused
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Inheritance
04:42
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Cleansed in the waves of the hatred I instill Reason’s stain on your own mind is washed away in my will So long as you’re against yourselves, I cannot be killed
Air escapes my lungs As I’m left with my thoughts As I’m left with none to trust I fear I’ll be forever lost
Now free to do what cannot be undone
The sun will never set upon the kingdom I have built Sprawled across the minds of all who share my guilt Murderers of the sacred curiosity with which they were all once filled Buried in the same complacent soil on which it was then killed
Tainted, the ground in which your roots would reach is barren Malnourished by the tithes of flesh weakened by its devotion While disciples sacrifice until they’re brought to their end I drain their blood to fill my oceans
Lights echo from the shore The swell carries me forth Waves reach heights not reached before And my sight is restored
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Dead Ends
03:47
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I find myself entranced again with ground on which I’ve often stepped In my never ending search for places where I can rest Settled in long-awaited dead ends
A weariness with less in common with sleep than with death Will keep me close, always, to where I wish that I had left
I’ll walk the length of any life to wake up from this dream In which I’ve laid myself so far from my reality
The abyss comes into view again as the Earth opens its jaws Always prepared to consume the weak and the lost I’m reacquainted with the fear I’ve often caused In my never-ending search for heights from which I’ll fall
It seems a long way down from here from what I can recall
I’ll be waiting for the day it all comes down And I’ll be hated for the comfort that I’ve found Accepting my place deep within the sacred grounds That now consume the world at large to which I’m bound
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PROTAL Townsville, Australia
Protal was established in late 2019 with creator Lewis Fowler (AUS based) who wrote all instrumentals. Once all the music was written, Lewis then decided to team up with Vocalist John Manning (Based in the U.S) to further expand his musical desires by adding Jaw dropping Screams and dreamy clean vocals. Protal is currently a studio based band however, plans to perform live are on the to-do list. ... more
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