Insomnia, by The Voynich Code (2025)

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Unholy CatastropheLet him scream in agony The light upon the blood soaked skinWithin such dark heart As dark as our never ending sinsNewborn catastropheNewborn unholy diseaseLet him see reality He who lives weary and shatteredTake a life before it's too lateWhom was born by no mistakeNewborn catastropheNewborn unholy diseaseThe end is nearOur savior born in sinTake a life before it's too lateOur savior born in sinHow the mighty have finally fallenStep forward and show me your fateWhat life has failed to create as now been born UnholyAs time gets oldA hunger for nothing will carry meWhen everything around us crumblesA hunger for nothingness will carry me forever, unholyLet him screamLet him screamFor this is the beginning of the endLet him screamLet him screamTake the life of the unholyHow the mighty have finally fallenStep forward and show me your fateWhat life has failed to create as now been bornHow the mighty have finally fallenStep forward and show me your fateThe life we've created where everything's unholyThe Last GrainTo the moon you pray that the sun burns your skin time and time again Not a single way to ease the painYou've wasted it all againWe must fear pain, we must rot in peaceWe shall forevermore amend perpetual sinYou've wasted each grain striving to turn it upside down In the sands of timeEach second scraping your skin dryDare to throw it backYou've wasted it all againA gaze at what's behind our cold neck.All for what? All for nothing.Before we live, we might not but fear the hourglassBefore we die, we might not but live the hourglassEach grain you're closer to the endWe cannot stop the sand's of timeWe cannot stop the descent of timeWaste each sun, bleed each moonAll for nothingAll for nothingWaste each sun, bleed each moonAll for fucking nothingBefore we live, we might not but fear the hourglassBefore we die, we might not but live the hourglassEach grain you're closer to the endWe cannot stop the sand's of timeEach grain you're closer to the endEach grain you're closer to the endEach grain you're closer to the endWe cannot stop timeAll for nothing

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To the moon you pray that the sun burns your skin time and time again Not a single way to ease the painYou've wasted it all againWe must fear pain, we must rot in peaceWe shall forevermore amend perpetual sinYou've wasted each grain striving to turn it upside down In the sands of timeEach second scraping your skin dryDare to throw it backYou've wasted it all againA gaze at what's behind our cold neck.All for what? All for nothing.Before we live, we might not but fear the hourglassBefore we die, we might not but live the hourglassEach grain you're closer to the endWe cannot stop the sand's of timeWe cannot stop the descent of timeWaste each sun, bleed each moonAll for nothingAll for nothingWaste each sun, bleed each moonAll for fucking nothingBefore we live, we might not but fear the hourglassBefore we die, we might not but live the hourglassEach grain you're closer to the endWe cannot stop the sand's of timeEach grain you're closer to the endEach grain you're closer to the endEach grain you're closer to the endWe cannot stop timeAll for nothing