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Directed By Nicholas VanVidler Produced by NJV Media Videography by Nicholas VanVidler VFX By Joseph Vidler - Mixed and Mastered by Tom Cadden of Violent Sound Produced and Recorded by Nick Robertson Drums Recorded by Cameron Hull at Wick Studios - Special thanks to Max Watts for allowing us to use their site as the location for this video. - Lyrics: Breaching the surface of my self realised dread Dwelling beneath the shadow of inhaling light Living through the torture of impaling night Seeping through the cavities of my mind Paralytic soul devoid of all consciousness I am one with the pain Born as I waste away Nothing left within me Lay me down at the lake Desiccated husks leaking into empty realms The water soiled by the inconsistent memories Broken vessels seeking passage through primordial dread The grief I carry hardened to my back A shell of contempt Bleak fear of death All that I've loved has been torn away All that I've held has rotted Immaculate misconceptions The sanctity of flesh Unclean victim to the endless depths Terminal of my shame Narcissistic piety Shattering the mirror Clawing open the void Staring at the throat of my terror Lucidate my fear Piety I am one with the pain Born as I waste away Nothing left within me Lay me down at the lake The unbearable weight Of consciousness To be lifted from the self The pain of living Relinquished from all dying flesh Desperately wailing at the boundary of existence Shattering the opulent Chamber of the soul In the chapel absent of light Severed from the body As the lake welcomes me Immured in the memories of what I have yet to become Drowning in the visions of a chapel Made of skin Beckoned by the gaze of the Impoverished God