Drain the Sky (2025) Urakka 🇺🇸 USA

Azathoth awakens
the flutes are silent in the chill of the Void
you slipped your finger
into the anus of the fabric of time
and made it all unwind


one more time
can they get right

You stuck your finger
into the anus of the fabric of time
Azathoth awakened and sealed the fate of all the tribes
So ends his dream again that fed reality with life
So ends creation

Curious and wrong to my eye
why do these creatures thrive
on the vessel at 7.83 Hz
reason is denied

Weak of body, flawed of mind
not typical apex creatures

All I've seen I have transcribed
when can I drop this feckless guise?

All I've seen I have transcribed
when can their world and I collide?

From what I have observed these creatures are not prime
Such a variance makes it hard to describe
some are harmless, even virtuous at times
But it seems the worst of them are the most adept to climb

I've seen Viking ships in flames adrift the tide
I saw a peasant girl rise up and rule the hive
I've seen broken children grateful for their trials
I've seen privileged rats spit in their god's eye

There is no answer if there is no question
if there is no question there is no reason

The most curious thing to me
Is why these things reign?
when shape changing cephalopods
dwell beneath the waves

These tribes
Infants
bathed in the tears of their dying gods
they vie for domination
of a resource they've not yet learned to define
with their paultry 3 dimension
and their linear flow of time
their reality is as fragile
as the gelatinous shells of their eyes

The ailing penumbra
the membrane that divides
that which the senses are equipped to receive
and that which is far beyond the tolerance of the human mind

Nothing lasts forever does it now?

The scales of time are imbalanced now
(non-human rant)

Rituals, talismans, magics of all kinds
Draining over ages
The mystical essence that fuels the wall
and it’s about to fall

The veil declines
cracks arise
cosmic saliva drips from lips that shred dimensions
and lacerate time

you sucked it dry
you drained the sky
the membrane has ruptured
your plane is compromised

Demons, aliens, gods
Call them what you will
saviors, slavers
we no longer own the fantasy in which we're damned to dwell

Drain the sky

Restless, lay round
didn't need nothing an hour ago
once was a playground
Now where is the future I never found time to explore
who locked the door?

Useless, they found
an open gate and a field of swine
once was a playground
now it’s a hospice where futures line up to expire and die on the vine


Drain the sky

was it worth the price
could have had paradise
we seized every chance to make it hell

The Owl never lies
That fucker’s wise
with god like perception from nightfall to sunrise
He sees you there
He is aware
Your intentions are static that crack in the air

We sought to find freedom of soul and mind
To unchain perception and leave the dark and cold behind

You took something awful baby
fuckin rendered you blind
deaf and dumb and paralyzed

I feel you breathing
limp on the floor silently screaming
wide panicked eyes
what are they seeing?
does it see you too?

We cracked every door
some were best left undisturbed and ignored
the best of intentions will not give you strength in the wild

I took something awful baby
fuckin losing my mind
I haven’t breathed for days now
but my body will not die

Synapse collapsing
I feel everything at once that ever happened
The universe is small, I see it clearly
desperate to scream
my mouth is missing, my lungs are empty

The Owl is a lie
that fucker’s sly
He sees through your darkness with unerring eyes
like the moon owns the tides
your soul is his prize
your mind and your flesh are just playthings to pass his infinite time