single from the fistfights with wolves upcoming EP.

we are not alone inside these ugly yellow walls... portraits of our past selves caught in marked up bathroom stalls- post apocalyptic visions  spread like creeper vines, postulating bullets for the sake of bottom lines. there's a shape I can't see in the back of my mind and it's a strange thing waiting- she has grown forty heads, and they push till I bend into a darkness waiting... in the landscape of a memory is the story were fed by the child who's half dead... in this fiction is contrition. is it plastic we bled through the holes in our heads?

speaking through a channel on an endless gramophone voices of your past selves crackle through these ancient bones. patiently you pass the panicked people in the rain. masochistic weldings of a scar and I'm the same. fill my song with your words, it's so strange and absurd i'm not flattered, it's depressing... letting friends in your bed shape your heart, think ahead to the poison they're making- so hypnotic, cold and caustic, what you build in your head manifests as your thread... people creeping in the shadows, try to drink them away but I can't and they stay

sell the shattered fragments of my memory for a gun, schizophrenic shadows shaping saviors on this run- tulpamancing talons drain the reason from their vein, taking tattered parchments from the book of our remains. spilling pictures of grey onto canvas and space,
collaging memories, waiting. paint the panic we feel into something that's real till its a fashion, aching. seeking focus on the borders of the places we hid, drawing masks on our skin. they are moving in a cycle, pushed and pulled in the tide, waves of motion collide.

Tulpamancer

the fashion graveyards count their old scars- 
i can atone, your light for my bones... 



the bullshit brothers still die alone in drunk summer tombs-
some cold instinct- all i repress inside of this flesh inside of this flesh inside of this flesh in spite of this flesh in spite of this flesh. fate. fate. 

your solid brimstone sulfuric throne- you'll burn till you're known, I burn on my own, bastions of scars, lines filling in chasms of skin. spoiled children's statues of gods arranged in the fog. our gunfight embers holding us down, my face to the ground your face all around- ammunition your passionless slave i fall on your blade, fantasizing, all of the words all of the words erase all the words erase all the words. fate. fate. 

wasting every hour while violence flowers, sanctuary windows crack in the fire, i don't understand, this cancer was planned... melting in the spotlight the social pariah- filming separate stories, trading messiahs. stitch my two hands on threads of your plans.

wasting every hour while violence flowers, sanctuary windows crack in the fire, i don't understand, this cancer was planned... melting in the spotlight the social pariah- filming separate stories, trading messiahs. stitch my two hands on threads of your plans.

Necropolis

Another unmastered track for our upcoming EP.

Braid all of the paths into the silence 
Failure of the monk inside his troubling times 
Braid all of the paths into the answer 
I will hold on to you, I will hold  
Nothing 
Break into the home where you were born, where you were held,  
Where you were sold, where you were fooled into thinking wisdoms  
I was seeking the truth 
I was seeking you in the void

People As Pills

sever all connection, I'm the stillness that will find you... in this meaning only I know will my masters sell my shadows. commercials for the lifestyles of the godly in the TVs. can you purchase your reflection? can you edit your imperfection? somewhere in the distance are the humans that we chose to leave behind- thinking they were nothing but the fragments of a truth when we prefer lies. dying for every concept in our beings, the same atoms in the symbols I was scratching with my fingers bruised and bloodied... stories only I know of a history you invented. are you happy in the abscess of your ego in its excess? render every image to its ideal selling form... they want to sell us to the image and contain our broken hearts. they want to lie. is there a montage for this depression is there a cat walk for this obsession is there an answer that's worth hearing is there a monster that's worth fearing is there an image of this city that will turn you to confetti? is there an image of this city that will turn you to confetti

밤을 걷는 선비, Part 6 [Single]

Cattle Brand

complicate the fantasy nihilists embody. sell our feathers to their ghosts. pay into the party. i just want to be obscure, held by introspection, feverishly gentrified, cut me into sections. i don't want to nullify the love we had when we were blind. the hurt's a blanket for the lines, the lines a house for all the lies. memories that hold a fantasy. the meaning is all i have to bleed and bleeding is all i have to give if i can't find new lies to spin.

polarize the busy bees slaving men embody. storm clouds rise above our hive, electrocute a blessing. body language agony, we forgot our reasons. whittle all the act away to an iron ending.

Unknown album (8/3/2016 7:38:03 PM)

Fourth Wall

Muad'Dib

A preview of the title track off our new album Bone Script.

The new album comes out at the beginning of April!!!

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