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With a Whimper

AOECIST

Released by Hauntology Records
April 18th, 2025
4 tracks
20:48
With a Whimper
With a Whimper
Oppignoration of Souls
0:00
2:58
Oppignoration of Souls
AOECIST
The cosmic pawn store, a place that God themselves adore Inside its barred doors, a host of demons wait to feed on your Desperation Abdication Oh, a separation Parting you from your soul Hell of a time to be alive With no self contained inside Hell of a time to try and get by Laughter raining down from the sky Except there is no one to do the laughing It’s all smoke When you look at it The mirror, it chokes And drowns in its own reflection
2:58
From Particles to Particles (Nought Except)
AOECIST
Break your head open What spills out Nothing except Unrequited feelings and memories Meaningless for all of eternity You’ve always known Your empty soul Well enough to know That hopes and dreams are for the oblivious Where’s the way out I see myself For what is really there Not what I wish I was Serve yourself some cake Can’t appreciate What’s at stake Or celebrate your fate By aiming blunt force at the roof of your mouth At least you weren’t Pacified and fed those lies Told from birth you’re special right Particles to particles At least energy lives on Breathe in sulphur The agony is here The point of life The meaning you feared Crack your soul open What you see Will disappoint you Unless you’re like me Cynical and wasted Disgusted and faded No higher power Would save me Or you or anyone or anything We’re nothing but particles Suspended in space Meaningless energy Now stop acting fake
4:37
Utter Randomness of the Cosmos
AOECIST
'Why' is not the question You’ll not find an answer 'How' will not be discovered And in the beginning It was the end The remnants of light After it died The universe has consumed itself The universe has consumed itself The remnants of light Across the sky What sky was once there Is now pitch void Is now pitch void Void The way we interacted Was not under our control
4:55
Disspiate Into Nothing
AOECIST
As the scope of space grows The scope of the worth of our lives Shrinks into nought A hundred billion lifetimes, meaningless Infinitesimally superficial I watch as I dissipate into nothing Grim Bleak But only to the weak The ones with brains big enough To see this and weep As the universe implodes Nothing of consequence unfolds With a whimper Not with a bang It was but a blink Utterly trivial And, for myself I know Nothing could be sweeter
8:18

Microtonal dissonant death metal written in spite of the meaning behind it.

Credits

All music and lyrics written, recorded, mixed, and mastered by The Cynic.

Released on Hauntology Records.