December - The Lament Configuration

Artist: December
Release: The Lament Configuration


1. Icenine

So claustrophobic, hard to keep breathing
And all at once all hope fades into grey
Shelter falls all around you
Just to save the face that you will not wear

You drag the waters and your soul forgets that it’s alive
Shedding your blood just like diseased tears
And all for nothing
Can’t cure what can’t be saved

To give up ending life if only for one second
Your world is not benign drowning in the weight of life
Swallow yourself and choke

Simple resistance begins this hour
Your conjured opinion sure to mean nothing
Suffer for the moment
Fault you’ve won

Will it be the price of your pride
To give up ending life if only for one second
Your world is not benign drowning in the weight of life
Swallow yourself and choke

Hollowing the main artery that keeps you going
Filter the filth inside into one small bite
Take this away cannot bear the end
So simple to not breathe at all
Seems so simple to die

To give up ending life if only for one second
Your world is not benign drowning in the weight of life
Swallow yourself and choke

Inhale the excess toxic emissions
All just to extend another perfect day
Cannot stay any longer so farewell
Farewell to all the worthless products of your failing world

You drag the waters for your soul
Forget it, it’s over

2. Vertigo

Trapped on the surface cracks, shining through
No action justifying the intentions, paving the way
Faults in design now giving way without structure
The end plummets down living up to the old cliche

Won’t be the last time you break standing chosen to fall
Contradiction of looking forward to a future that was not promised
It all sounds so sweet and then you bleed
Buried it all in your mind

Digging the grave so it begins again
Vertigo

You will be taken down right where you belong
Sign this in blood promise the world away
Open yourself to nothing
And as the end comes down nothing will live forever
Clouding the pool blood loss

The poison has taken hold and it will reign eternal
Falling disaster crashing down upon creation that bows to greet it
Encourage and welcome the new messiah buried it all in your mind

Digging the grave so it begins again
Vertigo

You will be taken down right where you belong
Won’t be the last time you break standing chosen to fall

3. Waiting For The Rain

Cauterised empty sky
Probing your way through the barren landscape of
Seasons without end

Holding onto every last breath
Under its weight you fall
It’s obvious it’s over
Sterilise memories
Retching on promises never delivered life has given up

Common sense kills the notion of your savior
Dislocating the horizon
No rapture to awaken
The faithless ties that bind control
Choking need
Running head long into the flood

No end in sight
Surely the drought should end here and now
I’m still waiting
It’s obvious it’s over
Dislocating the horizon

Who will be the one to rip the earth from the sky and end it all
Life will fall below the surface
In this blood truth is made suffer existence
Waiting for judgement

Who will be the one to rip the earth from the sky
Caked in dirt parched dying of thirst
With hands held aloft to witness the sky shedding skin
One million prayers washed away
Separating before the eyes of those too tired to cry

No end in sight
Surely the drought should end here and now
I’m still waiting

4. Host

The markings burned in
Leaving no doubt or question a permanent sign
The burned will not be thrown
The yoke will not break
The body, the opposite all too fragile

Running in circles, burrow in
The weight suffocating under the curses you bear
Suffer this debt with pride and foolish resolve
The tripwire noose that you wear so close to snapping
Start the end cycle one step away

Make your decision to last you the rest of your days
Will you become host or disease
Alive or living buried or mourning
Drawing a line in sand
Lacking the strength

Walking the fence long enough gravity calls
A simple decision left out of your hands
Accept or deny your place
It’s insignificant
We’re so small
Taking the low point dragging it down
The worst isn’t over
Your life has begun

5. Trial

This is not a test you can afford to fail or try to cheat your way through
To lose your concentration opens the door to accusation
Truth you cannot handle
Truth is your demise
It will bring you down

Call upon your fathers and to the ghosts
You pray that they watch over you
And keep you safe from wrong that you’ve inflicted
Wrong to believe the lied
That you have told that you’ve been told and then wonder why

This is not a test, there will be another
This is not a test, if you’re not guilty, you will be

No transfusion for a soul bled bone dry
Nothing left to save
You’re trapped in a world you’ve given up on
World diseased
Don’t bother acting surprised
Your failure’s standing right in front of you

This is not a test, there will be another
This is not a test, if you’re not guilty, you will be

And where does your conscience reside
Somewhere that you no longer regard as a part of yourself
Wallow in the life you waste
Your complancence completely staged
To distance yourself from all your mistakes

This is not a test, a test, there will be another
This is not a test, if you’re not guilty, you will be

6. The Sleeping Throne

A shadow of control that penetrates so deeply, secretly
No glimmer of life in your sullen eyes, unchanging, condemning
Fixated upon the falling wish, naively thrown skyward

A crown upon the head that’s resting infinitely
Created the birth, fear, death and disease
And then in kind this fear can still exist

Sleeping under control of the new abomination
The pawns all placed in seclusion, motionless, stalemated
A valiant effort your failure resigned to stagnation

Opposition, less thoughts over thrown
A king has fallen
Shame takes it’s form
All the while curses return tenfold
The king left
Broken crown left in servitude
Serenity will not be found

Philosophise the truth away
And then in kind this fear can still exist
Sleeping under control of the new abomination
Shame takes form
All eyes turn away in horror
I can see it still

Patience, patience
The sleeping throne will awake
Patience or suffer this alone it’s your funeral
All the reverence unwanted still born

A crown upon the head that’s resting infinitely
Created the birth fear death and disease
Serenity will not be found

The new abomination that plants the seed of atrocity
Every eye will bow under this quickening

7. Token Gesture

In this image you’re standing so flawless, so utterly perfect
Yet something is wrong that cannot be placed
A weapon are your words, preaching to convert
The very ones that you claim to be trying to save
Passing judgement a blanket statement

Encompassing nothing exacting the strictest of penalty
If your will wasn’t flawed would you be overcome by your pain?
And is this bleeding ulcer still your faith?

A token gesture, a bloodless clot
Dragged underneath the swallowing ocean
Failed apparatus delaying the inevitable
The end of your world begins with your next breath

Will the weight of your soul drag it all down
Into the wasteland of the sky
Funeral pyres seeding the whole of the universe
Constantly breeding this arson

Coward, accept your own judgement and take a step forward
Volunteering for the end
With this breath turn regret into bliss
And let the world fade away into decay

A token gesture, a bloodless clot
Dragged underneath the swallowing ocean
Failed apparatus embrace the end

8. By Example

Broken words now silencing
No more breath that’s worth wasting
Screams inside cannot focus
Not enough to find exit
Forced into retreat life that once showed such promise

Dying without ceremony
No one mourns this silent grave
Ignore signs to the contrary and lay your head to sleep
It seems there are no answers
No more than what you’ve seen

The implied safety falters and falls shattering
The vacuum left behind is all the proof you really need
And by example you bleed
Drop by drop you’ll understand

Wiping away all the protest in an instant scatter the winds
The sky suffocates
Touch the sun and turn to dust
Justice served for ambition
Bowing to the fallen star
Forever chained by this failure
Ignore signs to the contrary and lay your head to sleep
It seems there are no answers no more than what you’ve seen

The implied safety falters and falls shattering
The vacuum left behind is all the proof you really need
And by example you bleed, drop by drop you’ll understand

9. Play Dead

Where is this going
Somewhere, nowhere, just anywhere but here
A delinquency in your honesty
Blood was shed to pave your way
Two thousand years and nothing changed
So just stay there, play dead longer and hope your instinct was right

Expect nothing so you’ll deliver all of the promises broken and falling
Like poison raining down from the sky into the mouth of life
So just stay there, play dead longer and hope your instinct was right

Nothing to show, a bitter swallow
Need not be afraid everything is still the same
Anticipating this damnation it never comes
Invention of your blind faith in god in nothing
Poison raining down from the sky in to the mouth of life
Anticipating this damnation

Blood was shed to pave your way
Two thousand years and nothing’s changed
So just stay there, play dead longer and hope your instinct was right
Poison raining into the mouth of life

10. Quiet Cold

At the first sign it begins
The terrible certainty, the doubt consuming
This time it simply must be it seems impossible to turn away now
And it will hold on till the end

So lift another page
Another life, another day
Just to escape the dreams you hold inside your mind
The waves that crush the life of everything
That you desire and leave you standing in blood

Once the fear awakens it seems impossible to turn away now
Into panic stricken it leaves you all alone
To contemplation of all the ways the end will come
Your eyes they will not save you now

And to the truth you turn a deaf ear
Swallowing anything to quell
Placebo saviour on your tongue
To calm the pain falsely gave into self-invented death
And as the chasm fills with ulcered blood and cements in the fear
Until the next time
Your senses seem unclear
Only one thing appears
The prison safety that is your own
Quiet cold