Gelid Ascent

you are what parasites evolved from
still an unanswered question
you are the refuse energy from a superior form
nothing that occurs to you was intended for your involvement
you're an irrelevant effect
unavoidable but of no influence
one last thing you must understand
to be dead is to be confused, to be mistaken

you speak to me like the anguish of a child dosed in flames
you speak to me like the stones that bash in his skull and brains exposed
it's always been the same, 200 thousand years of viciousness
the violent autism of our suborned, oblique, cracked out species
you speak to me like the rifles that annihilated his face
you speak to me in a voice so dry and calm and impassive yeah but really what do you know
you know nothing of the impuissance of empathy, the straight wretchedness of abandonment
the dehumanizing press of love ah you speak to me

Spiteful Intervention

it's fucking sad that we need a tragedy to occur to gain a fresh perspective in our lives
nothing happens for a reason there's no point even pretending you know the sad truth as well as I
oh God the morning light sun rays bring my paranoia i can't function unless i'm the only one awake

the rancor of our last conversation that forbidden word you deformed to handicap me then abuse your advantage
i'm nervous my soul is returning to crystals cause your eyes are an agent of darkness
there's nothing to fight it's just a bitter fait accompli

i spend my waking hours haunting my own life i made the one i love start crying tonight and it felt good still there must be a more elegant solution
lately i'm rutted in the filth of self-authored agonies that really should fill me with shame but all i have is this manic energy

i lost my page in being the black stamp disciple in your hard collage
feels wrong to celebrate we need to suffer more, face our puerility, ban converts that vitiate,devise new stratagems to disavow our quotidian characters

i spend my waking hours haunting my own life i made the one i love start crying tonight and it felt good still there must be a more elegant solution
i know i'm upside down about you, your kindness feels like blasphemy or some sick education on the limits of humanity
so i profane the laws of some Victorian garbage and listen to you smashing up my studio again
i spend my waking hours haunting my own life i made the one i love start crying tonight and it felt good still there must be a more elegant solution
lately all i can produce is psychotic vitriol that really should fill me with guilt but all i have is asthmatic energy

Tensional Parapraxes (Dour Percentage)

we've woken up alone no song to sing us off the edge
the speakers have blown this planet is an orphanage
deep abandonment issues at our core but if not each other there's fuck all to really keep hustling for
aint got no ride, least not one that returns our message
our parents aside, this planet is an orphanage
and it cheapens us the way you and I torment each other
it's just the way we combine

it's time for you to decide here on the concrete, you a winter soldier or just playing yourself and me too?
i got your letter and it hurt me so many ways, had no breath to respond, boy you let your brothers down!
you inhabit your own personal ghetto but no ones forcing you to stay there
our circle's not so cannibalistic baby

we've woken up alone no song to sing us off the edge?
the speakers have blown this planet is an orphanage
deep abandonment issues at our core but if not each other there's fuck all to really keep hustling for
aint got no ride, least not one that returns our message
our parents aside, this planet is an orphanage
and it cheapens us the way you and I torture each other
it's just the way we collide

it's time to make up your mind here in this cellar
are you gonna betray yourself, or come join us up on the dais?
the conspiracy thats forever unfolding in your head it's just not real
boy you've let your people down
i murdered so much of myself here just to try and accommodate you
you know i saved your life a little too, hey brother?

i don't resent you but i can't settle the debt of our serrated history and blows i haven't got over yet
and it cheapens us the way you and I torment each other

We Will Commit Wolf Murder

somethings terrorized my psyche to get even, lately you're the only human i believe in
i've tried to understand his logic but there's just no pattern there
no sympathetic voices anywhere
there's blood in my hair
i'm considered ugly from every angle, you're the only beauty i don't wanna strangle
can't you hear me crying out for guidance?
"yes we hear but we don't care"
no sympathetic victims anywhere
there's blood in my hair

i wanna get all fucked up and tell you how i really feel cause your vibrant blackness coco augury is so unreal
when i die i want you to die too, not trying to stay in this or any dimension without you, spit on this planet without you
i envy you cause you can believe in things like i never could and not dose yourself into a coma over the bestiality of our race or lament our descent into some ancient reptilian form like an agnostic transubstantiation,
you wanna know what that is? use your imagination
sell it

they paralyzed my psyche to get even, lately you're the only dancer i believe in
i'm a butcher now with blood in my hair, no sympathetic voices anywhere
there's blood in my hair
anti-human armies spring from every angle, you're the only soldier i don't wanna strangle
i can see it's a dolorous fate
"so don't expect us to cooperate"
anyway it's five lives too late and there's blood in my hair

my head is a most obliging harbor for this illusion
will these irish eyes be stung by tears of confusion
will you meet the common end to your odd shaped mission, hope it isn't true
i don't believe in that kind of god but still i pray for you
we will produce vanity holocausts
we will commit acts of misery
we will weaponize sightless innocents
then we will forget

someones terrorized my psyche to get even, lately you're the only human i believe in
i suffered pompous death to find her kingdom razed
cherub corpses in the vapor, martyrs wrapped in butcher paper
if i'm a monster possessed to mangle you're the only dancer i don't wanna strangle
can't you hear me crying out for guidance?
"yes we hear but we don't care"
there's no sympathetic voices anywhere
there's blood in my hair

i saw you laughing but tomorrow you'll say you were there
you looked at me in disgust, girl why should i care?
there's blood in my hair

Malefic Dowery

love is not a debtor's prison, you don't have to serve a sentence to pay back what you've been given
now i live in fear of your schizophrenic genius, it's a tempestuous despot that i can't seem to propitiate
now i feel your provoking me with your fidelity
that your loyalty and affections are somehow a vulpine act of hostility
now we're a bore, we're afternoon tv,this thing our minds are screaming to defy
how can i bury this rebellion while proving that i'm, you know, still your rock and roll ally

once more i turn to my crutch for counsel and it won't disappoint me
i know it's the shadow cast by what's looming and not the thing in itself that engenders fear

i was dreaming of the hunt, you clapped your hands sharply twice to wake me up
darkness was gripping the sky, i knew i could still be your rock and roll ally

Ye, Renew The Plaintiff

the sacrifice must be for some long dead deity babe i just can't get hard for reality, at least not mine,
your love charity is like an immortal bleeding beast and peerless
can't seem to motivate my heart to function
this age is a bitch that burns our dreams so mercilessly, we can only turn away
i wonder can i produce enough heat to keep our experiment alive
i turned you off cause i couldn't cope seeing the disappointment in your eyes

oh nina how can i defend myself against this world that batters me like a retarded cartoon, it's too sick for salvation but that word is just a joke
oh nina my mood system is chaos, i'm desperate for something but there's no human word for it, i should be happy but what i feel is corrupted,broken,impotent and insane
oh nina i've become so hateful, how am i ever gonna survive this winter? i can think of nothing but getting my revenge, make those fuckers pay, but it's not gonna happen and it's eating a hole in me

in our hive conceit, each suffering r-e-p-e-a-t?
hostile concession to foul to mention

i've inherited spiritual sanctions for some old ancestral crime
it was committed long ago but the punishments absorbed all down the family line
everyone's so unstable on my mother's side and emotionally barren on my father's side
tell me how can i attempt to atone for somebody else's willful ignorance?

Wintered Debts

i can't survive another come-down day when my spirit houses so much pain, so much bitterness
i need to teach myself to feel again somehow i've lost the thread of being human, rotting in this bitterness

i'm so confused, what is the function of this ego sickness?
uselessly beleaguered by self-hatred whisperings, man i can't deal with mourning at the carcass of my failures any longer

slipping on my own vomit while i tried to call you from a bathroom in Sao Paulo but i was too drunk to formulate any sort of earthly language, so much bitterness
other people can say there is a true belief system but all my life i've been betrayed by my mother's religion, so much bitterness

i'm so destroyed, what is the purpose of this ego sickness?
uselessly besieged by self-aversion whisperings, man i can't deal with mourning at the carcass of my failures any longer

can't seem to get the saddle on the spoils of this morbid fugue
my mantra's of subhuman nature, just a baleful ululation
the ink's dripping all over me, the only regret i have is caring
are we posing are we props? riding the anger till it stops

father, will we starve today, father, will we starve?
father, will we starve today? father, will we starve?
no my child, there are wild women here and crafty fish am i, no my child there are wild women here and a fleshy catch am i
will our quarters be the sunken earth deep beneath the meadow, will our quarters be the sunken earth deep beneath the ground?
no, my child, you'll lay your head upon a monstrous felony, no my child you'll rest your head upon a gross misdeed
father, will our crime be that of grace or of defilement? father, will our crime be that of beauty or abuse?
my child, oh my blessed one, the lord makes no distinction, for artful retribution is his singular delight

its hard to sympathize with those that won't fight for themselves
i can't hold both our faces off the flames much longer
the child of our struggle is free
i've fallen out of love with the prisoner
that's to save us

Exorcismic Breeding Knife

there's a flush of dead eyed hatred in these horse faced hours of ours, don't let this be how we're remembered

the torment of sickly humid inner dialog
torn to paper shredded cowboy menace
true love never mattered
the two donkey jaws that were removed from our hearing
refusal!
all the joy of us was absorbed by foreign tribes oblique in their mystic bullshit boredom
we are condemned to each other
...has no memory and no message
...something fair and repulsive
...reserve psychosis
...there's no economy of despair
...if we're lucky
how can you perform? how can you operate?
(i'm so conflicted, just can't see it any other way, your disillusionment, why is it my problem? i don't know the solution,i don't have a solution,i've tried and i cannot change, i've tried...)
how can you operate how can you operate how can you operate how can you perform?
how can you operate how can you operate how can you perform?
how can you operate how can you perform?
how can you perform?

Authentic Pyrrhic Remission

so much violence in my head, how are we still alive?
the depression is under control
"no it's not, don't you ever stop lying? damn"

i love how we're learning from each other,
you are such a positive, you're so empowering
in your hands i'm quite simply a different instrument,
and you're the only one that ever put money on me, you think that i'd forget so easily?

you emit a charged autumnal vibe i know we're of the same tribe
the fall's our most productive season

still a crippling fear has become Caesar and we're slightly moribund so
naturally i wanna help you invoke the architect of salutary memes
our heads are pregnant with divine mechanics but oh how we're tyrannized by tentacles of their ferine stupidity and it's all so disappointing
but you're different, better

i love how we're learning from each other, you're so empowering
in your hands i'm quite simply a different instrument, and you're the only one that ever put money on me, and tried to advance trans-human singularity
i love how we're learning from each other, you are such a positive, you're so empowering
in your hands i'm quite simply a different instrument, and you're the only one that ever put money on me, you think that i'd forget so easily?
i love how we're learning from each other

every time i listen to my heart i just get hurt

till this afternoon i was a nomad no country would call me its son
i'd be a refuge but i have no substance, asking for papers? i have none

till this afternoon i was a pariah, a mongrel chased and kicked and hit
hunted even in my dreaming though there was no crime i did commit

till this afternoon i was in exile, but now that word is obsolete
there are no nations, no concept of ego
our illumination is complete