1. |
Incessant
03:21
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Those buckets will scrape up muck again
Black smoke and creaking aluminum
with belching of deisel
The hard hats begin at dawn
Dead silence at the twelth horn
Fulmination brings streets that shake
Fallen trees and hounds that snarl
Fissures open holes to my hell
Incessant always Incessant
Toilet paper plugged in my ears
Having nightmares of rubber ducks
The roar starts before
The birds sing
Two years of my life for two fancy stories
They Jackhammer straight into my skull
Sleeping pills and alcohol to get me through the night
Don't care anymore if i wake in the morning
Now This tenitus is a friend to me
Drowning out the agony happening around me
Numb to the feeling, numb to the shake
Finally at peace with the bloody noise that they make
The behemoth vomits concrete
and it's spewing out my future eviction
I want those beams to oxidize
and rust before my restless eyes
I've given up on that dream
Aware of my harsh realities
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2. |
Bed Sores
01:17
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Starve, starve ourselves...
for another day
Or eat, eat the phlegm
floating in the gruel
So we stab our lips
and we bind our bloody mouths
They pack our bodies
like human sardines
Sleeping on cold stone
longing for bed sores
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3. |
Devils Breath
03:08
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Devour, devour
devour your will power
Cured, dried, grinded
turned into powder
The bogota tree
from the root
We harvest diabolical
sinister fruit
We will stalk
another victim
with pockets
so deep so deep
Preparing
their bodies
for the twilight sleep
We will creep in the shadows at the gathering place
as you dance the devil breathes in your face
Not giving you a choice you will listen to me
slave in your own body, coherent zombie
Witch made delerium nightshade
making curses and getting paid
Controlling your movements like a mannequin
hexed into monetary ruin
Pathetic child you've inhaled the dust
entranced into malicious false trust
Now stare
at the screen
and put in your code
I demand you lead me to your
humble abode
And before you wake
we will disappear
As we have taken all
the treasures that you hold dear
Devour, devour
devour your will power
Cured, dried, grinded
turned into powder
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4. |
Mortuary
01:30
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Walking with the wretched curse of scent
The noxious odour of decaying viscera
beatless hearts, blistering skin, discolored veins
Take me to the mortuary
So I may join the bereaved
I will not eat
For I will not starve
Dress me in shroud
For I wish to be mourned
Drown me in solvents
So I won't decompose
I will then carry this hollow avatar to a mahogany cesspool
Lurking in graveyards I might aswell stay here
Authorities arrive and try to take me back home
but this is my home
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5. |
Family Recipe
02:20
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Father's making fire, getting wood from the cellar
The house gets freezing cold in the dead of winter
Last I heard he was stomping, stomping down the stairs
First to inhale as we were unaware
Mama's got the cravings for some piroshki
Sent me to her closet to find the family recipe
Came back to the kitchen with the book and I noticed that she's missing
Tried to tell big brother all about it but that moron was not listening
Little did I know he was next to abandon me
Something smells foul and I wonder where's my family
Baba calls the neighbours she seems so scared, suspicious
we were supposed to have dinner
it was supposed to be delicious
Past the jars of pickles, the last paint can
Suddenly I am a forlorn orphan
I found the bodies in the cellar
Baba's not breathing so what's the thing that killed her?
The spuds were forgotten
All toxic, all rotten
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6. |
Leeches
01:56
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Cold brass boxes
Barbers breathing a vain
Undesired sudden warmth
Flood the troughs
Rid the body
Left unconscious or worse
(Scarificator)
Spleen, lung, bladder, brain
(Scarificator)
Sharp, thorn, animal, teeth
(Scarificator)
Blood, spit, yellow, black
Meet at the striped red pole
Thirsty leeches on fingers
Meet at the striped red pole
Thirsty leeches on raw gums
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7. |
Doppelgangers & Ghouls
03:46
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I Watch the fog as it rolls in
Leaving my teeth without the skin
You sow the seeds of my self doubt
acumen, clocking out
Doppelgangers and ghouls, with their stomping of hooves
Setting flames to fumes
Give gifts, filthy rakes, play with one sided dye
uncrossing minds
From the churning of stomachs and rearing of hind legs
To the lumps that gag throats and dry out the mouths
Like trash magazines, rem sleep dreams, deleted scenes
Your dark sorcery photoshopping memory
Like a Rictus grin, swaying spinning mannequin
Reciting passages annals of an illusion
It got committed to the tower
Then stretched out by the daughter
and now I'm caught in hot water
perpetual state of grasping in the dark
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Slogutis Victoria, British Columbia
Tormented Punk fueled by sleep paralysis and true tales of human cruelty
Out now on Runstate tapes.
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