1. |
Per Hour (Intro)
02:43
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2. |
Iam Abissent
03:42
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Glowing faces in my room.
You're the one I see most.
This'll keep going, sickly cyclical.
Gone now, far off.
Bitter and distant.
You've sifted through enough bones.
You've sucked in enough dust.
I've been absent , being pulled part by time.
Desert painting sings at dawn, starting to rhyme.
Loosing track of everything.
Scorn caught in my throat.
Far away from you.
So fucking far away.
I do laps in a pool of bitterness.
Please just write my name in reverse.
If I reach for that wall will my fingers make contact ?
Is it there ?
The point is clear, as it sprouts from the hilt of a dagger.
I've been gone now for some time.
Repeating myself incessantly, this painting is sublime.
A foul stench fills my room.
Soupy water engulfs me, a mammal of the ocean moans in the murky depths.
An exit no longer interests me.
I'm content in this bog.
Lacking a current, the muck gently assures my distance.
It makes sure my ardour is skimming its surface.
Obscuring and consuming me.
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3. |
Lingering
04:55
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You were walking In circles outside.
Chewing on your nails.
Unending worry had dulled out your eyes.
I had kept you waiting for so damn long.
I have an old friend I'd like you to meet.
When I leave this place.
You were spinning in circles outside.
Formless , you grew old and sped back into youth.
Fracturing time, stuttering through your life ceaselessly.
You stared it down in your backyard.
It punctured the soil.
Something pulled through.
I had it tucked away, waiting for you.
Killed the old bastard blocking my view.
He used to toss shit around
He liked Spewing these outrageous futures.
Standing on my chest.
Lingering on the surface.
I can see you again.
Walking in circles outside.
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4. |
The Closer We Get.
04:14
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Take a chunk outta me , I'll take one outta you.
We're clawing at each others flesh, you know its true.
Every cave in this city expands, the closer we get.
He watches us while we tear each other apart, making notes.
keep track of everything that can puncture the other.
Poke at their exposed belly , vulnerable there.
Kiss them goodnight while murder glimmers in your eyes.
They hate you , you know it.
You arent paranoid, you can see it on their face.
As if all this time wasn't proof enough.
Every gutter in this city gurgles, the closer we get.
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5. |
Park
04:55
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6. |
Night Rot
04:00
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Something trickles down the window.
dead of night , I hear a choked breath
Turned to deranged whelps, it slammed its head against the door. The ceiling frothing with sea foam
Trapped in an echo chamber
With pounding footsteps
The ceiling starts dripping, screeching larvae.
Scrapping of wings against the walls
Giant locust struggles to stand up
Clicking appendages on the floor wildly.
House buzzing with vermin
I've got , night rot.
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7. |
Bedridden
04:56
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Pungent sheets grew creased
Sinking into stone well eyes
Stained dull brown and translucent
Cloud of dust shimmers
Dull white sunlight
Punching through battered blinds.
Stagnant air grew strong
Began heaving against the walls
He arched his back
Gurgling and floating to the ceiling
Hovering over a thin mattress
Sea foam spews out of his mouth
Dripping onto a rusted metal bed frame.
The blinds cracked and bent into branches
Sterile sun beamed through
His face pressed against the ceiling
Light grew brighter
An agonizing ringing pierced his ears
Rising to an unbearable high
Stopping suddenly , he cracked upon his descent.
Bones breaking against his rusted bed with a sickening crunch.
The window shatters , a mound of sand pours in.
Stagnant air grew strong
Crumpled man twitches and bleeds, forever bedridden.
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8. |
Given Up
05:12
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Farmer lifts up a stone
Whiffs a trace of tomb
Flooded and muck stuffed
Million year old sarcophagus
Searching for artifacts.
Locusts devoured their crop.
Starving and beastly,
Farmer butchered his kin,
Dropped the bodies in the tomb
Keeping their skin.
A lady of Babylon, barking sumerian.
Gurgling masked man slams the door.
She slithered out of her own mouth.
Turning starved and rabid
Grew into a sickness and infested the locals.
Fort of gaurdsmen sleepwalking.
Naked and climbing the bulwark .
Dial turns fourteen suns back , scorching the earth.
Clouds of locusts converge.
Shrunken days , labyrinth of smoke
Caravans of killers lined the roads
Daggers sharp and teeth grinding
Manic eyes reflect pleading faces.
Not fighting for a last breath
Surrendering to the enemy
Giving up and withering.
They cut down hundreds , limp hands stick out of the sand.
Turn to bone in a decade , totems for scavengers.
Symbols pressed into wet clay, filled royal mouths.
Hardened around their teeth.
Their lips peeled back into a frame.
Crowd turned rabid , tore each others throats out.
Forts caught flame in the night breeze.
Travelers saw the beacons of flame , stopping miles away.
Collapsing onto their knees , giving up and withering.
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9. |
Well Gone Dry
04:45
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An omen fell outta the sky.
Plummeting into the local well.
Townspeople gathered around in confusion.
Glaring at a naked man coated in a gelatinous film.
Fetal and sobbing at the bottom of the well.
Babbling in a tongue they couldn't understand.
Well gone dry
Superstitious laws dictated his disposal.
They scurried away , preparing to bleed him like a pig.
The man stared up at the night sky , a gust of sand flew overhead.
A women wrapped in bright orange robes stared down at him.
Wells been dry for years she said.
He couldn't understand a word.
Well gone dry
She leaned forward , her eyes shined unbearably bright.
Two suns burning red hot in her skull.
Cocked her head back and wailed like a banshee.
Smoke erupted out from underneath him.
Filling the air and turning into a cloud of locusts.
The giddim wrapped her face back up and walked away.
The cloud of insects began eating away at his skin.
Flying into every orifice.
They burst out from his belly forming sigils on the walls of the dusty old well.
He floated upward , the locusts formed wings on his back.
Flapping his way into the night sky
Well gone dry.
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10. |
Days Mush
04:52
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You cant keep digging through rubble
You wont find your lungs in there.
Just dusty old bones , cracked and rotten.
These days mush together, like toothless gums.
This whales gut turns mildewy, all the furniture left inside putrefies.
She drags it outta the water with her pinky, its residents shriek.
A hundred kerosene lamps , and a thousand knives.
Used to cauterize and slice out its cancer.
Surrounding the moaning mammal with effigies of tumors.
They danced until sunrise , feet caked in salt and sand.
Seabirds pecked away the whales insides .
A couch , Thousand year old paintings and a mountain of indecipherable novels tumbled out of
the sea giants belly.
They danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced until the monumental
carcass was devoured.
These days mush together, like toothless gums.
I think we may make it a couple more days.
We can eat blubber.
We can chew away at the foam from the couch resting in the sand.
Shaded by a whales ribcage.
We can bite into the tattered and flaking books.
I could catch sea birds and drink salt water.
We'll get through this.
We'll get through this
We'll get through this
We'll get through this
We'll get through this
We'll get through this
We'll get through this.
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11. |
Old City (Interlude)
01:25
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12. |
Passing By
05:16
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I lay here , counting the locusts on the ceiling.
My limp arm twitches and snaps.
Trying to fall back asleep.
My hair clumping and dripping crimson.
How long have I been here?
Stale bread sprouts fingers
Shattered glass pulls together
Forming mosaics in a growing mound of sand.
A painting of an old desert caravan , drags my emaciated body into itself.
Nursing me back to health , we journeyed on in silence for months.
Upon sundown the sky flickered , stars and constellations spinning.
Giving way to a view of a decrepit greying room , now nearly drowned in sand.
We travelled past charred forts , littered with butchered naked bodies.
A single hut echoed cries of madness.
This decrepit old woman sat within, wrapped in tattered rags.
Stammering out half formed words in some old language.
She points east with a shaking rotted finger.
Climbing over the nearby golden hills reveals a strange vista.
A dried out seabed littered with gargantuan ribcages.
I floated up come nightfall , falling through the night sky into familiar walls.
The window no longer broken.
The painting now a blank canvas.
Dull white sunlight beamed through orderly blinds.
Time keeps passing me by.
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