We bow our heads to the broken
Those who deceive and deny
Two headed clowns of devotion
We trust in you with our lives

We stand without purpose, for the benediction
So undeniably nervous from the medication
We only want to find our way home

You tried to challenge the devil
With your hypnotic device
While all your misguided children
Are left to choke on the dice

We stand without purpose, for the benediction
So undeniably nervous from the medication
We only want to find our way home

The Benediction

You live life like a time bomb
They love to watch explode
The social beast you rely on
Is reaching overload

He’s gonna blow your mind

Come on and drink the kool-aid
Just like strychnine
You're just another no name
How can you be so blind

He’s gonna blow your mind

Social Beast

Look out my window 
There’s nobody alive now
They’ve been led to the place beyond the Purgatory walls
They’re painted up with mud
Imitating life
Call on ye liquid savior
Show me the light

I watch this wicked world outside
Only hell will survive

Here’s to your fellow man
Covered in crimson sand
He’s burning bodies just to keep the faith alive
He’s painted up with mud
Covered with flies 
Shower the dove with ashes
Bring it to life

Wicked World (2014)

Crooked lines when I try to get through to you
Crooked lines when I fight over the air with you
Learn to live in a 21st century zoo
Where crooked lines are the only thing in common with you

Through the eyes of a dead end loser
On a trip from another time
I search for life in a cold reaction
How can I walk on all of these crooked lines

Crooked lines on an endless journey to nowhere
Sometimes the weight of the world becomes too much to bare
Try to run, only just to trip over you
There's crooked lines in everything you say and do

Who am I, but a dead end loser
In my place on the firing line
Take my life in the latest fashion
Try to walk on all of your crooked lines

Crooked Lines

(Originally recorded by Roky Erickson and the Aliens)

Two-headed dog, two headed dog
I’ve been working in the Kremlin
With a two-headed dog

Peace brought back, bought back
Relaxed be nyet brought back
Did you dry her out
Wind her out like jerky?
To me she’s healed to attack

Two-headed dog

Children nailed to the cross
Pain does not look our hell
Certainly is not a spell
Sweet waste, oh well

Two-headed dog

Winds quiet in the night
Her body just blows messiah
Sickening sweet sight from the left to the right
Is all right does not please my appetite

Two-headed dog

Two Headed Dog (Red Temple Prayer)

Some like to fly real high, you stay down low
Your skins turned inside out, and all life's a joke
Their great accomplishments devour time and space 
While you're so Bohemian and fashionably late

Vultures in dark suits waiting patiently
I can't shake these ghosts of Bedlam

They're always on the go, and you like to wait
Cause there ain't no place to run in this occupied state
Facing the pendulum, their time is wearing thin
While you hold the key to life beneath your blackened grin

The piper plays his song so beautifully
I can't shake these ghosts of Bedlam

The Devil smiles as if you want his life of sin
Those vultures only want to let you in

I can't shake these ghosts of Bedlam

Ghosts Of Bedlam

We let the mother lead us from the garden
The look of death in her eye
All life was over right before it started
We never made it alive

I got a monkey and it’s growing bigger
It's weighing down my back
All that I wanted was to paint a picture
The canvas is black

In Static Tongue we hold no lie

I wanna fall into your grand illusion
Love how you made your bed
We're gonna take it to the higher power
Figure without a head

A single system built with double standards
We teach the blind to see
By overwhelming them with contradiction
Until they cease to breathe

In Static Tongue

Look out my window
There’s nobody alive now
They’ve been led to the place beyond the Purgatory walls
They’re painted up with mud
Imitating life
Call on ye liquid savior
Show me the light

I watch this wicked world outside
Only hell will survive

Here’s to your fellow man
Covered in crimson sand
He’s burning bodies just to keep the faith alive
He’s painted up with mud
Covered with flies 
Shower the dove with ashes
Bring it to life

I watch this wicked world outside
Only hell will survive

Wicked World (2013)

We will pledge no allegiance 
Children of circuitry 
Robots seek no deliverance
From this hypocrisy

We’re so mechanical
Dysfunctional 
In search for the endless shade of grey
So Mechanical
Dysfunctional
Can’t summon the voice to speak
We’re drowning in apathy

Rapists and politicians
Nesting behind the screens
Spiders release their venom
In 30 second streams

This is your motivation
This is your modern life
This Is your motivation
This is your only life

Mechanical

I was born with a premonition
The life-form has a precondition 
Stay alive, stay alive, live behind the disguise 
And give me more of that sacreligion

The way you twist the knife so recklessly divine
Can we learn how to free our mind
In a world gone mad

Bless the body just to desecrate it
We wanna learn to reanimate it
Another new disease with it’s prophecies 
Your traditions are so overrated

Your love affair with death has only made you blind
Can we learn how to free our mind
In a world gone mad

Life and it’s fallacies are ripping out your soul
You'd give up everything for one ounce of control
Now the antagonist has shown itself at last
What's gonna save you from your
World gone mad

World Gone Mad

Formed October 2012, A Brood of Vipers is an experimental blues punk band from Philadelphia. It was founded by Eric Bower, formerly of The Strychnine Babies and Roger Segal, of Sorry and the Sinatras and Trashlight Vision. With progressive arrangements of vintage key tones mixed with 70's punk and blues style guitar, the music contains sonic elements ranging anywhere from The Crazy World of Arthur Brown to early Misfits.

The idea of the band started as an experiment for Bower influenced by his interests in silent horror films and garage music in the likes of Roky Erickson and The Stooges. Segal (Bass/Vocals), frustrated with past experiences in the music industry, saw the new project as the perfect outlet. Recognizing it as an opportunity to re-kindle his passion for music, he decided to collaborate with Bower. With plans of obtaining a more dynamic sound with a new flavor, the two set out to find seasoned players with diverse musical backgrounds. After months of auditioning, they brought in Multi-instrumentalist, Tom Scheponik (Gringo Motel / Mercury Radio Theatre) to play organ, followed later by Larry The Kid (Dead Spot / Percocettes) on drums. Baring roots of everything from Eastern European to Spaghetti Western music, Scheponik added some of the key components that craft the band's dark and textured sound. With The Kid's hard hitting rhythms bringing it all up front, the result is a thought provoking, impressionistic band with hints of 60's psychedelia. Undeniably rock, yet open for interpretation.

On May 29, 2013 they released a self-titled EP on their own label Electric Nerve Music. June 1 of the same year, they played their debut show at the M-Room in Philadelphia. Since, they have played various shows in the Philadelphia and New York area including a one off show with 80's punk bands Kraut and Channel 3. The band will be working on a new studio album in December of 2013 with plans of a spring 2014 release.