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Man Does Not Give

by Seputus

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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

about

Founded in 2005, Seputus produced a number of unreleased recordings before slipping into inactivity circa 2009. Inspired by his experiences in the military, Steve Schwegler revived Seputus in 2013, composing and recording the bulk of this album himself before leaving the service.

Our new album, Man Does Not Give, is a terrifying plunge into the depths of dissonant '90s-era American death metal, tempered by black metal melancholia and braced by elements of grind, thrash, and industrial noise.

Canadian CD release: October 14, 2016
U.S. CD / digital release: October 21, 2016
Vinyl release details to come.

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released October 21, 2016

Stephen Schwegler: Guitars/Drums/Programming
Doug Moore: Lyrics/Vocals
Erik Malave: Bass

Engineered & Produced by Stephen Schwegler
Vocals & Bass Co-Engineered by Amy Mills
Mastered by Alan Douches at West West Side Music
Artwork & Design Layout by Caroline Harrison
Released & Distributed by PRC MUSIC
prcmusic.bandcamp.com

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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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