Lyrics:

This sickness rots,
guiding our hands to distractions from panicked thoughts.
Something must have slipped my mind.
Guilt has a vice grip on leisure time.

Sell your labor straight to the landlord.
Put your faith in a cop with an M4.
Roll the dice; you've got the rest of your life.
Freedom comes at a hell of a price.

Poverty hiding in plain sight,
underneath the glow of city street lights.
Immigrants struggle to feed their families.
Normalization of inhumanity.

Sell your solace straight to the doctor.
Drown in debt to get your name on a placard.
We are conditioned to crave competition,
like those who can't cut it just lack the ambition.

Give me a fucking break.

Is this enough?
How much should I lay on the line?
"Should I prepare... / Do I deserve..."
Poisoning my mind.

This sickness rots,
guiding our hands to distractions from panicked thoughts.
Something must have slipped my mind.
Guilt has a vice grip on leisure time.

Guilt has a vice grip on leisure time.

Vice Grip

Overwhelmed

A cute thing for my mom because she's rad.

Lyrics:

How do you like the sound of my brand new mic?
Yeh

I won't make baby boomer jokes at your expense
And your mother's day gifts took a long time to ship
but I bought them on time (in my own defense)

Happy birthday
You're the greatest mom alive

Life is short, so let's not waste it
Now that we're both vaccinated
Health is to be celebrated
2021, we made it

Happy birthday.

Happy Birthday, Mom! (2021)

Happy Birthday, Mom! [2021]

I have a contentious relationship with bacteria.

--- LYRICS ---

Pseudomonas

Infection festering
Voracious for virgin flesh
Secreting exotoxins
Engorged with the spoils of death

Swelling and incubating
The crackle of crepitus
Breeding and colonizing
The squelch of ejected pus

Pseudomonas

T cells awaken to interrogate the agents
The vanguard braces for a massive infiltration
Encroaching forces target factories and co-ops
Bombing the innocent and burning down their crops

The culmination of our fears
Destruction ringing in our ears
Drowning in chemicals as death draws ever-near

Death ringing in our ears.

Pseudomonas

A sedentary life, so exhausting
Just a few hundred square feet
Oh, it asks too much of me.
I was born to be a barnacle,
anchored to my hardwood hull
Let me calcify in peace.

Temporary hype, so distracting
It's just something to talk about
When everyone's burned out
(Everyone burns out)
You're stronger now than I'll ever be
playing a passive role in my own story
Thank you for love and empathy.
I don't know how you put up with me.

You Put Up With Me

You Put Up With Me [HQ]

This one goes out to the shitlibs and neocons

Demo

What you sound like

Just got nose surgery and it really cramped my style

Lyrics:

It's Mother's Day again
We're always on the mend
Somehow, I'm the one who's old and fat
I hope it's alright your grandkids are cats

Lyme disease is a real pain in the ass
I'm glad you're not sour about it
That was a pun; there's more where that came from
... I'm thinking, just give me a minute

It's Mother's Day again
It happens now and then
I feel exceedingly unprepared
But I need you to know just how much I care

Mother's Day Ballad 2022

Mother's Day Ballad | 2022

Something I threw together at onlinesequencer.net
Now it's creative commons, so do something with it lol

Some trap shit or whatever

Lyrics:

Out of the gate, winded, and starting with a deficit
Failing to acclimate without a familiar quick fix
Flailing, uncalibrated, hazy, uncoordinated
Recreating old debates; a waste of litigation

Executive dysfunction
Means testing is a state weapon
Executive dysfunction
Our sickness and your corruption

I don't feel much like getting up today
Can't we settle this some other way?
When the blackshirts crest the hill
I will come out and play

Your strength is your pride
You're afraid to be questioned about your old lies
The early beard hoards all the worms
While the rest of the nest is too weak to fly

Executive dysfunction
Means testing is a state weapon
Executive dysfunction
Our sickness and your corruption
Executive dysfunction
Don't make us play these games
Perpetual disruption
We have nothing to learn from shame

Ride on the coattails of sunlight
Soothe ourselves with humor
Gather up our knives for the gun fight
Hold out for someone's future
Hold out for someone's future
Hold out for someone's future

Anything at all
Could break my serenity
Anything at all
To wake up the fear in me

Executive dysfunction
Means testing is a state weapon
Executive dysfunction
Our sickness and your corruption
Means testing is a state weapon
Our sickness and your corruption

Weapons of Class Dysfunction

Ascentipede

[LYRICS]
Feeding the creature that speaks in my voice;
reaching for toxins, quickening death.
Believing I still have the choice
like a feed rat in water, writhing toward breath.
Yellow teeth; blackened lungs;
crooked bones; receding gums.
No moderation; no self-control;
overindulgence is all that I know.
I've held onto this crutch for too long;
I am no longer strong; but I must press on.
How can we stand to endure such a cost?
Sickness and ritual -- novelties lost.
Overthink; complicate; recommit; hesitate;
contradict; medicate; same old shit; different day.
Same old shit, different day.
Same old shit, different day.
Overthink; complicate; recommit; hesitate;
contradict; medicate; same old shit; different day.
Quickening death.

FeedRat

My Cats are Weird.

A modern rendition of the National Anthem of the Soviet Union, written by Alexander Alexandrov.  This is the compressed (128k MP3) version.  Patrons of The Epoch of Incredulity will be able to listen to the FLAC version, which sounds much nicer :3

Soviet Anthem Reboot

Soviet Anthem ☭ ~< 2020 Reboot >~

Another collab with @SweatyWife.
["Unseekable Stream" remix, if you will]

Unweavable Seam

SweatyWife x Contingence - Unweavable Seam

A brutal and melodic blend of post-hardcore, death metal, and punk rock.  Everything here is written, recorded, and mixed by Contingence.
Influences include: Lower Definition, Catherine, Visceral Disgorge, Epicardiectomy, Tides of Man, Silverstein, Bracket.

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