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Downhill Battle
01:57
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Beneath the paving stones
The endless seething tunnels
Where discarded men cry out for the law
As their flesh crumbles in insects’ maws
The arc of morality
Bows ever to gravity
And everyone knows
Which way shit rolls
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3. |
Soft Palates Rasp
03:00
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What we do is secret now
Scribbling our weapons down
On scraps of time with eager hands
Stealing moments where we can
The deadly message, still unborn
Sealed up in hermetic casks
Aged for years as it takes form
Within the folds of our minds clasped
Until our soft palates rasp
And when the words at last spill out
They are not for us alone
They will fill up all the gaping throats
And boom from every flayed tongue
Oh, how weak is the meat
That gives voice even as it tries not to speak
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4. |
Desperate Reach
02:48
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The body plunges down
Limbs straining for tumbling stones
That once comprised the works
Which cradled from below
You’ve given them a very different purpose now
When the head filled up, the structure gave out
The glands crack in half
The pupils contract
The thoughts diffract
The onset of freefall
It’s best to accept it
Try not to hide from it
Because you’re gonna feel
The endgame of freefall
Sprung from your stifling comfort
No plot, no actor, no script
Just terminal velocity and the abyss
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5. |
Top Of The Food Chain
04:17
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The machine does as it was intended
Secure in its purpose, divinely effective
Churning, churning, churning
Its threshers through the clay
Once teeming with faces and names
Now featureless and grey
Smooth out the lumps and soften the paste
Smelt the sentient ore
Save that which will serve; the rest is waste
While you stand by the factory gates pulling faces
And clutching your guts as they flip in their traces
Beneath the clean skin, the rise of your gorge
Belies reliance on the work of the forge
Deny out loud, pout and condemn
The tireless work of this bleak apparatus
Produces the pap on which your kind depends
As you wall yourself off in psychic abscesses
This is how you meant it to be
This is how you need it to be
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6. |
Two Great Pale Zeroes
04:25
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Can you feel it clutch you
The vague, pervasive dread
Like the air itself
Grown thicker and tighter
Struggle and writhe
You’ll never escape the gloom
That darkens your senses
And constricts your lungs
Oh, product of your time
The universal hermit
This fear is your lot in life
How much of it is you
And how much is the world
Two great pale zeroes
Facing each other
Divide, divide, divide
But nothing ever changes
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7. |
Vestigial Tail
02:43
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I have a hunger, I have a hunger
I have a need to fill
My devotion is perfect
I need to see my needs fulfilled
Chew up and swallow
Digest and expel
What stronger man
Would deny himself such pleasure
In the total pursuit of basic desires
It’s best not to hide
From your own true nature
Best to see your needs fulfilled
Chew up and swallow
Digest and expel
The lab rat lives
To press down the lever
Perfect devotion
Impossible pleasure
It’s something in the future
Something to look forward to
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Attrition Tactics
01:17
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No declaration of victory
Just a break in hostilities
Double agents lodged in your scars
The blur in your sight, your slackening guard
They consume your scraps and conspire in packs
These lingering wounds, so eager for
Your silken-shaded sorrow’s black
To mount the stairs and force your door
Your loyal foes will filter in
And rest their muzzles on your throat
Enacting the fate you piecemeal wrote
With each thoughtless mistake and innocent sin
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I was once a vessel for the message
Knitted through the fibers of my surging tissues
In my prime, it was my purpose
But by time stifled, warped, and denied issue
If you rip me open, spill me over
Entrails on the floor
I try I try to find the words
I saw encoded there before
But doubled up and bleeding out
All I see are empty ciphers
Hidden in the rolls
Strange, smirking gibberish
Glistening and cold
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10. |
A Perfect Gentleman
00:50
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Oh, stop, it hurts, it hurts
Boo fucking hoo
It’s supposed to hurt
Just hold still
And let me enjoy this
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11. |
Wetwork Hangover
01:43
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The shadow of a war
Raging behind peritoneal doors
Subtle little atrocities
Penumbra civilians, fictionalized agony
Traitor cells lurking in swamps of fat
False-flag hoaxes jumping synapses
Sobbing reporters beheaded by sphincters
Macrophages suffer from post-stress disorders
Breakaway muscle groups remotely flattened
Baby teeth packed into pipe bombs
Nutrients hijacked, diverted, repurposed
No facts on the ground in the meat
Reports inconclusive, reports inconclusive
It’s real, it's real, it never ended
I watched and was wounded, I can still feel it
It’s all in your head, it’s whole-cloth invented
Shitheel deserter, sad hypochondriac
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The filth forever fouls your mind
In every breath of air entwined
You hack and cough, but still you’ll find
Its stench pervades your world
In robes of state, embezzlers
Garrote the throats of creditors
Dump bodies in the reservoir
The sullied lifesblood swirls
This corruption knows you, too
Veins of sadness worming through
Your every thought, but you’ll make do
Your sorrows ‘round you curl
No pillar of stone will your fate bemoan
No mind will enshrine your name
For who are you to turn your head?
Revolted by this banquet spread
The rotting fare that all are fed
Each quickened, quaking soul
The time will come for you to choose
Your tired fate, your tawdry doom
The filth becomes a part of you
Simper and swallow it whole
No meaning for you in the scheme
Subsist upon this pus-clogged dream
Or give yourself to time’s cold stream
We all shall play our roles
No pillar of stone will your fate bemoan
No mind will enshrine your name
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Seputus
Seputus is a long-running extreme metal collaboration between instrumentalist Steve Schwegler and vocalist Doug Moore, both currently of New York experimental metal act Pyrrhon. The band added bassist Erik Malave of Pyrrhon to the lineup in early 2015.
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