From 2004 full length "As the Roots Undo"
Released by Robotic Empire and Hyperrealist
Recorded and mastered by Anthony Stubelek at Rockstudio in Brunswick GA

Rejoice, rejoice a noble birth, a prince is born.
Behold the birth of violence, beasts of fang and feather cry for our concrete rapture,
and if we beg to be put down, unto us the most inspired storm.
A princess ravaged by her prince behold; the birth of sex and distance, two frail corpses both were they, his eyes were the first to stray... every tree held fast the earth to sky.
Concrete replaces every branch and twig as they were frayed upon the birth of ambition. The heavens filled our gilded vessel with poison tears, before we drink, I propose a toast, a final prayer.
Here's to the watchers in the wood, here's to the last days, unto us a most inspired song.
Shaper, stop the music.
Halt the harp strings whose chords confuse our histories with textures.
With the disheartened chorus of a hymnal whose choir is the conviction of the starving, artless, tempted by the feast of proof that this body of work has worth.
Uncertain as the fingering of a chord torn prematurely from a piano's womb.
As we fill our precious lungs with concrete, that faithful shade, a shaper's song is stopped short- a dying breath a singing shore.
Then the only movement and the last remains of grace:
Pollen falling off the simple hinge joint leg upon the final breath of a dragonfly.
A cardinal, lost but headstrong in mid flight cries for our concrete rapture, wade...
in the water, wade. Let the flood swell, thank the storm for her tears.
The faithful say its beautiful, its god's will
but the fool knows what the prophets have seen, no salvation's impending.
The faithful say its beautiful, its god's will let the flood swell and the bodies that break we'll just float down the river. Stay tame, soft river, while we weigh our faith, stay sweet, run softly, sweet river, the fool who wades in doubt will float like concrete.
Come and fill your lungs. Come and fill your lungs.
There's so much hope buried underneath tragedy, its the same shade as concrete.
The faithful say its beautiful, its god's will, let the flood swell
on the loudspeaker sermons and a parish descending.
There's so much hope buried underneath tragedy, its the same shade as concrete.
Let the flood swell.


"Same Shade As Concrete" from As the Roots Undo 2004

From Self Titled Demo EP 2000
Recorded and mastered by Anthony Stubelek at Rockstudio in Brunswick GA

The demons swallowed treasures, replaced hymns with evil deeds scribed in chicken scratch compositions in the black halls beneath this filthy city. Laced with shit, this love affair all black hearts, and tragic heights. Keep on listening to our sanguine symphony. We'll keep conducting the color of midnight. When the muse whispers her forked tongue lulls me to sleep. 
You must be mistaken my darling. This is not the prelude to a kiss, this is obsession, void of aesthetics, lacking compassion, a disclaimer to the self, you sought your god in the tempest of self severed strings hammered out in the key of X.
This is the new cutting edge. Sixth sense limitations dragging me down. Your transcendence of nothing has fueled the flames of our choir. This is my therapy, singing the praises of razor wire.
Embrace the sweet sound of self destruction.
Wield words like knives and razor wire. A kiss goodbye is a kiss of death. Conducting our ballad with seven broken strings. A sound so sanguine until our ears bleed. Orchestrating until we bleed. 

"A Disclaimer To The Self" from self titled Demo Ep 2000

ii. Spirit Narrative 

Stalking the formless 
Collapse, 
She strings me along... 
Vapor trails, 
Disappearing tracks; 
Entanglement unwinds 
In threads of golden error. 
What strange attractors ahead, 
Lie awake in wait? 

Crossing this fertile 
Expanse, 
To commune with the life-less... 
Spirit narrative, 
Rite of passage; 
Progress is paralysis 
When poison is my path. 
I'm laid to rest, 
Just to rise again. 

Hell-bent circuits- 
Shadows speak through the frequencies. 
Heaven-sent asylum- 
One psychotic break and the veil recedes. 
Channeling devastating 
Revelations of the method 

From the other side of Somewhere. 
From the endless halls of Elsewhere. 

In some mythic story arc I wake; 
Hand pick your pleasure, feast, then fall from grace. 

Fabled 
Decline; 
Within 
The text 
Resides 
My next 
Shape Shift 
Time Slip. 

Listless, 
When the hammer drops. 
To be still, 
When the narrative breaks down. 
Holding centre 
Under shelter 
Of this altered state. 
At rest, 
In the restlessness 
That was forged 
In this state of changing phase. 
All structure failing: 
God's forsaken sanctuary. 

In field of view 
Her solid state 
Our passing tryst 
Just melts away 
Sublimate 
The Great Divide 
The Grand Design 
Defected 
Solidify 
The Great Divide 
Our cells collide 
The Grand Design 

Deserted- 
Demiurges running free. 
Arcing archangels- 
Only resonate out of sympathy. 
Summoning shocking 
Demonstrations of the method 

From the chambered heart of Nowhere 
(Where the feedback feeds on echoes). 

Baiting the feral 
Demise, 
On the heels of Culture... 
Another crippling analysis, 
Unraveled 
Dreams now interpret me, 
At the trail's end of this 
False Awakening.

Spirit Narrative (stand-alone version)

Arrowhead as Epilogue from the upcoming full length "Decompositions Volume One"

05 REMEMBER ME

B.U.N.K.Y. (STEVEN ALLEN