Job For A Cowboy - Beyond the Chemical Doorway

Horrors of lower gnostic realms have been crusted shut and are never to be unsealed
A crystallized coating obscures unraveling hells from my occultic eye, forever to be congealed
But this membrane decalcifies, it exposes the organ of souls
It bestows an immense gravity, weaving subatomic black holes
I rot in repetition, an eternal decomposition
This organic antenna mounts as the esoteric crown of my vertebrae
This organ woefully speaks, transmitting my consciousness beyond a chemical doorway
My hallowed eye now weeps of caustic tears which boil through skin, nerves, and cells
My flesh atomizes, broadcasting my being amongst demons within ancient hells
This organic antenna mounts as the esoteric crown of my vertebrae
This organ woefully speaks, transmitting my consciousness beyond a chemical doorway
Doorway!
I rot in repetition, an eternal decomposition
I rot in repetition, for as the skin dissolves I discover my floating vessel glistens