Finalized Track for Wounds of the Earth Comp 3 :  - 
Working title "Black Bird"  - Altered to "Skei send" 
hate or do not hate: Lyrical content is as follows - 

"Skei send" by A Field of Black Orchids

WE SPEAK IN TONGUES A
 LIFE DIES AND REWINDS AGAIN-
THROAT BACK KNUCKLES OUT 
NEVER TRUST ANCIENT GLOW 
LIGHT LINED DISRESPECT     
INTERCEPTION CAUSE - EFFECT
VYE FOR HAVOC FEED AND KILL 
DISPOSITION LEFT OF WILL 
SILENCE KNOWS THE BREAK OF DAWN 
TASTE WHAT FESTERS UNDER MEAT
SKINNING OFF HAND TO MOUTH 
MARROW FOR THE STOMACH SACK 
BONES ARE PLACED AND PIRES MADE  
LIVE TO MATE ANOTHER DAY 
CAUGHT BETWEEN THE NOXIOUS FILM 
ONLY POWER SITS WITH YOU 
DEMI GOGIC CORPRATE WASTE 
SCAN THE MIND ERASE THE FACE
QUESTION MORE OR LESSER FATES 
SUCKING CANCER SUCKING HATE 
STARS ALLIGN OUR PETTY WORKS
TAKE AND GAIN ALL THE WORLD
  

PASSING WORDS AND BITTER FACES
LET ME RE-ARRANGE YOUR CHAOS 
HAVE YOU 
EVER   
SEEN THE 
SKY'S END 
IN CRAZY 
DREAM  OR NIGHTMARE
SLIPPING MISSING OUR HANDS
EVERY LITTLE CHOICE BENDS
BROKEN
ROTTEN 
EMPTY 
SIMPLY TO ATTEST 
TO BE TRUE 
THAT WORKS NEVER 
FALLING
KISSES FALL ON BLACK TINGED MATER 
BLOOD SOAKED STONE -TIMELESS LAUGHTER
HAVE YOU 
EVER   
SEEN THE 
SKY'S END 
GRANT THE SIGHT 
GRANT THE VIRUS
I SEE 
I NEED
LAST TIME 
FUCKING BRITTLE CHOICE 
BROKEN
ROTTEN 
EMPTY 
 

A Field of Black Orchids - Skei send

This Is The New Shit (Marilyn Manson Cover) (Explicit)

inˈsaizə: skeletal structure complete - more indepth vocal processing/lyrics to be written.  
2011 OR 2012 unknown. Comments & Indirect / Random Statements welcome. 

inˈsaizə (FULL) NO VOCALS YET

Free song off upcoming album. Comments on technical aspects, and flow appreciated. 

h͓͉̓̄̇̐ͩ̉̈́ͧ̄͢͝ạ̶̛͕̙͔̹̬̙̪̺ͭͩ̐ͬͨ̍v̞͙̓̓̽͠͠ ̸̫̟̪͖͔̙̩͍ͧ͊ͣ́̇͛̚͘͞ú̜͖̭̟͋̄ͧ̕̕ ̣̻̭ͥ͗ͪ͊̍̇͟͜͠e̶͖̤ͭ̒̂͒̚͢v̢̘̺̜͐̔ͦ̑̋̔ͭ̐̈́ ̸̢̦͚͌̍̈́̓͋͌̎̿ͯR̗̤͆́̀͌̐ͩͥ͢͟ ̦͖̤̘̥̫̗͕̆̅̆̇̀ͥ͌͂c̷̜̠͚̞͍̜͓̑͗̂̀e̡̩̝͍̟̺̤͇ͬ̒͝ͅ ̙̭̥̙̥̫̦͗ͩͧͮ̆̐ͣn̲̥̱̈̄͞ ̵̺̬͉͆̒͛t̢̗̰͚͑ͩ̕h̦̘̱͖ͯ̂͐͌ͅ ̱͖̞͎̲͑̊̽͆͒̋̆̾e̺̼̣͓͎ͭ̀ͯ́̕ ̛̙̾̒̌̍ͫͭͧs̢̢͋̅ͤͯ͌͗҉͉͉̘̱k̴̨̮͍͍̝͇̭̔͌̾́ͭͮͩ̊̉ę̵̜͚̗̙̯̺̋̈́ͨͭ̌̓̐ͅͅì̧̭̹̞̩ͭ̀z̶̛̯̲̤̩̙̘̞͒ͤ̋͌͋ͥ͛ ̞̬̈́̀ͪe̸̖ͬ͂̽͂ͭ̋n̷̤̻̓ͯͣͩ̒̎ͧ̀͘ḍ̢͉̭̥̣̪̰̰̐͊͑ͤ̋̑͗̏ ̍̽ͩ̀͏̶̮͎̤͉̤̥̗̱̣?̜͍̲̳̞̆̋̾ͣͩ̏͑ ̴̞͙̙̲͔̩̄ͨ̔͂̓ͯ̂͘͡
̃ͭ͏͖h͓͉̓̄̇̐ͩ̉̈́ͧ̄͢͝ạ̶̛͕̙͔̹̬̙̪̺ͭͩ̐ͬͨ̍v̞͙̓̓̽͠͠ ̸̫̟̪͖͔̙̩͍ͧ͊ͣ́̇͛̚͘͞ú̜͖̭̟͋̄ͧ̕̕ ̣̻̭ͥ͗ͪ͊̍̇͟͜͠e̶͖̤ͭ̒̂͒̚͢v̢̘̺̜͐̔ͦ̑̋̔ͭ̐̈́ ̸̢̦͚͌̍̈́̓͋͌̎̿ͯR̗̤͆́̀͌̐ͩͥ͢͟ ̦͖̤̘̥̫̗͕̆̅̆̇̀ͥ͌͂c̷̜̠͚̞͍̜͓̑͗̂̀e̡̩̝͍̟̺̤͇ͬ̒͝ͅ ̙̭̥̙̥̫̦͗ͩͧͮ̆̐ͣn̲̥̱̈̄͞ ̵̺̬͉͆̒͛                                                h̦̘̱͖ͯ̂͐͌ͅ ̱͖̞͎̲͑̊̽͆͒̋̆̾e̺̼̣͓͎ͭ̀ͯ́̕ ̛̙̾̒̌̍ͫͭͧs̢̢͋̅ͤͯ͌͗҉͉͉̘̱k̴̨̮͍͍̝͇̭̔͌̾́ͭͮͩ̊̉ę̵̜͚̗̙̯̺̋̈́ͨͭ̌̓̐ͅͅì̧̭̹̞̩ͭ̀z̶̛̯̲̤̩̙̘̞͒ͤ̋͌͋ͥ͛ ̞̬̈́̀ͪe̸̖ͬ͂̽͂ͭ̋n̷̤̻̓ͯͣͩ̒̎ͧ̀͘ḍ̢͉̭̥̣̪̰̰̐͊͑ͤ̋̑͗̏ ̍̽ͩ̀͏̶̮͎̤͉̤̥̗̱̣?̜͍̲̳̞̆̋̾ͣͩ̏͑ ̴̞͙̙̲͔̩̄ͨ̔͂̓ͯ̂͘͡               23h͓͉̓̄̇̐ͩ̉̈́ͧ̄͢͝ạ̶̛͕̙͔̹̬̙̪̺ͭͩ̐ͬͨ̍v̞͙̓̓̽͠͠ ̸̫̟̪͖͔̙̩͍ͧ͊ͣ́̇͛̚͘͞ú̜͖̭̟͋̄ͧ̕̕ ̣̻̭ͥ͗ͪ͊̍̇͟͜͠e̶͖̤ͭ̒̂͒̚͢v̢̘̺̜͐̔ͦ̑̋̔ͭ̐̈́ ̸̢̦͚͌̍̈́̓͋͌̎̿ͯR̗̤͆́̀͌̐ͩͥ͢͟ ̦͖̤̘̥̫̗͕̆̅̆̇̀ͥ͌͂c̷̜̠͚̞͍̜͓̑͗̂̀e̡̩̝͍̟̺̤͇ͬ̒͝ͅ ̙̭̥̙̥̫̦͗ͩͧͮ̆̐ͣn̲̥̱̈̄͞ ̵̺̬͉͆̒͛t̢̗̰͚͑ͩ̕h̦̘̱͖ͯ̂͐͌ͅ ̱͖̞͎̲͑̊̽͆͒̋̆̾e̺̼̣͓͎ͭ̀ͯ́̕ ̛̙̾̒̌̍ͫͭͧs̢̢͋̅ͤͯ͌͗҉͉͉̘̱k̴̨̮͍͍̝͇̭̔͌̾́ͭͮͩ̊̉ę̵̜͚̗̙̯̺̋̈́ͨͭ̌̓̐ͅͅì̧̭̹̞̩ͭ̀z̶̛̯̲̤̩̙̘̞͒ͤ̋͌͋ͥ͛ ̞̬̈́̀ͪe̸̖ͬ͂̽͂ͭ̋n̷̤̻̓ͯͣͩ̒̎ͧ̀͘ḍ̢͉̭̥̣̪̰̰̐͊͑ͤ̋̑͗̏ ̍̽ͩ̀͏̶̮͎̤͉̤̥̗̱̣?̜͍̲̳̞̆̋̾ͣͩ̏͑ ̴̞͙̙̲͔̩̄ͨ̔͂̓ͯ̂͘͡
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̃ͭ͏͖h͓͉̓̄̇̐ͩ̉̈́ͧ̄͢͝ạ̶̛͕̙͔̹̬̙̪̺ͭͩ̐ͬͨ̍v̞͙̓̓̽͠͠ ̸̫̟̪͖͔̙̩͍ͧ͊ͣ́̇͛̚͘͞ú̜͖̭̟͋̄ͧ̕̕ ̣̻̭ͥ͗ͪ͊̍̇͟͜͠e̶͖̤ͭ̒̂͒̚͢v̢̘̺̜͐̔ͦ̑̋̔ͭ̐̈́ ̸̢̦͚͌̍̈́̓͋͌̎̿ͯR̗̤͆́̀͌̐ͩͥ͢͟ ̦͖̤̘̥̫̗͕̆̅̆̇̀ͥ͌͂c̷̜̠͚̞͍̜͓̑͗̂̀e̡̩̝͍̟̺̤͇ͬ̒͝ͅ ̙̭̥̙̥̫̦͗ͩͧͮ̆̐ͣn̲̥̱̈̄͞ ̵̺̬͉͆̒͛t̢̗̰͚͑ͩ̕h̦̘̱͖ͯ̂͐͌ͅ ̱͖̞͎̲͑̊̽͆͒̋̆̾e̺̼̣͓͎ͭ̀ͯ́̕ ̛̙̾̒̌̍ͫͭͧs̢̢͋̅ͤͯ͌͗҉͉͉̘̱k̴̨̮͍͍̝͇̭̔͌̾́ͭͮͩ̊̉ę̵̜͚̗̙̯̺̋̈́ͨͭ̌̓̐ͅͅì̧̭̹̞̩ͭ̀z̶̛̯̲̤̩̙̘̞͒ͤ̋͌͋ͥ͛ ̞̬̈́̀ͪe̸̖ͬ͂̽͂ͭ̋n̷̤̻̓ͯͣͩ̒̎ͧ̀͘ḍ̢͉̭̥̣̪̰̰̐͊͑ͤ̋̑͗̏ ̍̽ͩ̀͏̶̮͎̤͉̤̥̗̱̣?̜͍̲̳̞̆̋̾ͣͩ̏͑ ̴̞͙̙̲͔̩̄ͨ̔͂̓ͯ̂͘͡
̃ͭ͏͖h͓͉̓̄̇̐ͩ̉̈́ͧ̄͢͝ạ̶̛͕̙͔̹̬̙̪̺ͭͩ̐ͬͨ̍v̞͙̓̓̽͠͠ ̸̫̟̪͖͔̙̩͍ͧ͊ͣ́̇͛̚͘͞ú̜͖̭̟͋̄ͧ̕̕ ̣̻̭ͥ͗ͪ͊̍̇͟͜͠e̶͖̤ͭ̒̂͒̚͢v̢̘̺̜͐̔ͦ̑̋̔ͭ̐̈́ ̸̢̦͚͌̍̈́̓͋͌̎̿ͯR̗̤͆́̀͌̐ͩͥ͢͟ ̦͖̤̘̥̫̗͕̆̅̆̇̀ͥ͌͂c̷̜̠͚̞͍̜͓̑͗̂̀e̡̩̝͍̟̺̤͇ͬ̒͝ͅ ̙̭̥̙̥̫̦͗ͩͧͮ̆̐ͣn̲̥̱̈̄͞ ̵̺̬͉͆̒͛t̢̗̰͚͑ͩ̕h̦̘̱͖ͯ̂͐͌ͅ ̱͖̞͎̲͑̊̽͆͒̋̆̾e̺̼̣͓͎ͭ̀ͯ́̕ ̛̙̾̒̌̍ͫͭͧs̢̢͋̅ͤͯ͌͗҉͉͉̘̱k̴̨̮͍͍̝͇̭̔͌̾́ͭͮͩ̊̉ę̵̜͚̗̙̯̺̋̈́ͨͭ̌̓̐ͅͅì̧̭̹̞̩ͭ̀z̶̛̯̲̤̩̙̘̞͒ͤ̋͌͋ͥ͛ ̞̬̈́̀ͪe̸̖ͬ͂̽͂ͭ̋n̷̤̻̓ͯͣͩ̒̎ͧ̀͘ḍ̢͉̭̥̣̪̰̰̐͊͑ͤ̋̑͗̏ ̍̽ͩ̀͏̶̮͎̤͉̤̥̗̱̣?̜͍̲̳̞̆̋̾ͣͩ̏͑ ̴̞͙̙̲͔̩̄ͨ̔͂̓ͯ̂͘͡
̃ͭ͏͖h͓͉̓̄̇̐ͩ̉̈́ͧ̄͢͝ạ̶̛͕̙͔̹̬̙̪̺ͭͩ̐ͬͨ̍v̞͙̓̓̽͠͠ ̸̫̟̪͖͔̙̩͍ͧ͊ͣ́̇͛̚͘͞ú̜͖̭̟͋̄ͧ̕̕ ̣̻̭ͥ͗ͪ͊̍̇͟͜͠e̶͖̤ͭ̒̂͒̚͢v̢̘̺̜͐̔ͦ̑̋̔ͭ̐̈́ ̸̢̦͚͌̍̈́̓͋͌̎̿ͯR̗̤͆́̀͌̐ͩͥ͢͟ ̦͖̤̘̥̫̗͕̆̅̆̇̀ͥ͌͂c̷̜̠͚̞͍̜͓̑͗̂̀e̡̩̝͍̟̺̤͇ͬ̒͝ͅ ̙̭̥̙̥̫̦͗ͩͧͮ̆̐ͣn̲̥̱̈̄͞ ̵̺̬͉͆̒͛t̢̗̰͚͑ͩ̕h̦̘̱͖ͯ̂͐͌ͅ ̱͖̞͎̲͑̊̽͆͒̋̆̾e̺̼̣͓͎ͭ̀ͯ́̕ ̛̙̾̒̌̍ͫͭͧs̢̢͋̅ͤͯ͌͗҉͉͉̘̱k̴̨̮͍͍̝͇̭̔͌̾́ͭͮͩ̊̉ę̵̜͚̗̙̯̺̋̈́ͨͭ̌̓̐ͅͅì̧̭̹̞̩ͭ̀z̶̛̯̲̤̩̙̘̞͒ͤ̋͌͋ͥ͛ ̞̬̈́̀ͪe̸̖ͬ͂̽͂ͭ̋n̷̤̻̓ͯͣͩ̒̎ͧ̀͘ḍ̢͉̭̥̣̪̰̰̐͊͑ͤ̋̑͗̏ ̍̽ͩ̀͏̶̮͎̤͉̤̥̗̱̣?̜͍̲̳̞̆̋̾ͣͩ̏͑ ̴̞͙̙̲͔̩̄ͨ̔͂̓ͯ̂͘͡
̃ͭ͏͖h͓͉̓̄̇̐ͩ̉̈́ͧ̄͢͝ạ̶̛͕̙͔̹̬̙̪̺ͭͩ̐ͬͨ̍v̞͙̓̓̽͠͠ ̸̫̟̪͖͔̙̩͍ͧ͊ͣ́̇͛̚͘͞ú̜͖̭̟͋̄ͧ̕̕ ̣̻̭ͥ͗ͪ͊̍̇͟͜͠e̶͖̤ͭ̒̂͒̚͢v̢̘̺̜͐̔ͦ̑̋̔ͭ̐̈́ ̸̢̦͚͌̍̈́̓͋͌̎̿ͯR̗̤͆́̀͌̐ͩͥ͢͟ ̦͖̤̘̥̫̗͕̆̅̆̇̀ͥ͌͂c̷̜̠͚̞͍̜͓̑͗̂̀e̡̩̝͍̟̺̤͇ͬ̒͝ͅ ̙̭̥̙̥̫̦͗ͩͧͮ̆̐ͣn̲̥̱̈̄͞ ̵̺̬͉͆̒͛t̢̗̰͚͑ͩ̕h̦̘̱͖ͯ̂͐͌ͅ ̱͖̞͎̲͑̊̽͆͒̋̆̾e̺̼̣͓͎ͭ̀ͯ́̕ ̛̙̾̒̌̍ͫͭͧs̢̢͋̅ͤͯ͌͗҉͉͉̘̱k̴̨̮͍͍̝͇̭̔͌̾́ͭͮͩ̊̉ę̵̜͚̗̙̯̺̋̈́ͨͭ̌̓̐ͅͅì̧̭̹̞̩ͭ̀z̶̛̯̲̤̩̙̘̞͒ͤ̋͌͋ͥ͛ ̞̬̈́̀ͪe̸̖ͬ͂̽͂ͭ̋n̷̤̻̓ͯͣͩ̒̎ͧ̀͘ḍ̢͉̭̥̣̪̰̰̐͊͑ͤ̋̑͗̏ ̍̽ͩ̀͏̶̮͎̤͉̤̥̗̱̣?̜͍̲̳̞̆̋̾ͣͩ̏͑ ̴̞͙̙̲͔̩̄ͨ̔͂̓ͯ̂͘͡
̃ͭ͏͖h͓͉̓̄̇̐ͩ̉̈́ͧ̄͢͝ạ̶̛͕̙͔̹̬̙̪̺ͭͩ̐ͬͨ̍v̞͙̓̓̽͠͠ ̸̫̟̪͖͔̙̩͍ͧ͊ͣ́̇͛̚͘͞ú̜͖̭̟͋̄ͧ̕̕ ̣̻̭ͥ͗ͪ͊̍̇͟͜͠e̶͖̤ͭ̒̂͒̚͢v̢̘̺̜͐̔ͦ̑̋̔ͭ̐̈́ ̸̢̦͚͌̍̈́̓͋͌̎̿ͯR̗̤͆́̀͌̐ͩͥ͢͟ ̦͖̤̘̥̫̗͕̆̅̆̇̀ͥ͌͂c̷̜̠͚̞͍̜͓̑͗̂̀e̡̩̝͍̟̺̤͇ͬ̒͝ͅ ̙̭̥̙̥̫̦͗ͩͧͮ̆̐ͣn̲̥̱̈̄͞ ̵̺̬͉͆̒͛t̢̗̰͚͑ͩ̕h̦̘̱͖ͯ̂͐͌ͅ ̱͖̞͎̲͑̊̽͆͒̋̆̾e̺̼̣͓͎ͭ̀ͯ́̕ ̛̙̾̒̌̍ͫͭͧs̢̢͋̅ͤͯ͌͗҉͉͉̘̱k̴̨̮͍͍̝͇̭̔͌̾́ͭͮͩ̊̉ę̵̜͚̗̙̯̺̋̈́ͨͭ̌̓̐ͅͅì̧̭̹̞̩ͭ̀z̶̛̯̲̤̩̙̘̞͒ͤ̋͌͋ͥ͛ ̞̬̈́̀ͪe̸̖ͬ͂̽͂ͭ̋n̷̤̻̓ͯͣͩ̒̎ͧ̀͘ḍ̢͉̭̥̣̪̰̰̐͊͑ͤ̋̑͗̏ ̍̽ͩ̀͏̶̮͎̤͉̤̥̗̱̣?̜͍̲̳̞̆̋̾ͣͩ̏͑ ̴̞͙̙̲͔̩̄ͨ̔͂̓ͯ̂͘͡
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A Field of Black Orchids - Uraeus Crowned

A FIELD OF BLACK ORCHIDS - "HYBRIDIZER"
2011 - BRANDON DAI CAHAL


CAUTION FACES ALL THE PLACES 
WELL ASSIGNED DISINTERGRATION
KEEP A PART OV ME INSIDE 
FEEL THE STAIN OF REPLICATION
PAUSES BREIF A SECOND SIGHTED 
POSITIVE OF PLAGUE INSIGHTED 

SCHEME AN ALTAR FEEDING SHEEP
BIND THE HANDS OV SOMETHING CHEAP
A SOUL IS MORE THAN JUST A TOY
MUTILATE AND THAN THE PLOY
HITS A MIND 
HITS A CHORD


THOUGHTS INSCRIBE THE CAMERA SWORD
SEE THE DAEMON PLASTIC SHEET
SILENT CAUSE INVERTING PEACE
BLACK LIST CHAOS OVER-RIDES 
EVERYTHING WITHIN OUR EYES
THOUGH IT ALL SEEMS OUT OV PLACE
LEECHES FEED OF THE SKIP-TRACE

CLOUDING OUR DREAMS WITH A WARP FACED-MONEY[GOD]-SOMETHING'S ODD
FORCING DISEASE WITH A SHARP-EDGED-WE CAN ROT-SELL IT OFF
SEWING THE SCHEME-EVENING DARK-LIGHT-DNA SO MESSED UP
BREATHING THROUGH FEAR IS IT SIMPLY -WORD OF GOD?-NO IT'S NOT.

BLACKEN THE SOUL 
SCREAMING CHAOS 
IS NEVER LOST
FUCKING CONTROL
WEAKEN ORDER
RECURSIVE LUST
[x]

[x]
HISSING SCUM LIFE TONE ALL WITHIN DISORDER
SIPPING CASH-HELD POWER OFF INFANT'S GRAVE
STRIFE SCENE ETCHING HOLD ALWAYS IS MEMETIC
ALL THE STRUCTURE FALLS APART- END OV DAYS

BAD MALFUNCTION SEEK
SNIPS THE WIRES WITHIN YOU
CRYPTIC VIOLENT TREAT
OFFERS FOR A NAMELESS FEW
CLASSICAL DECEIT
GLOOMY FACES TIGHTEN SCREWS
VIOLATE THE WEAK 
IF YOUR MATTER FUNCTIONS TRUE
CATALYSING PEACE
NEURAL PLAY RESIDES WHAT THROUGH
HARBORING DEFEAT 
KILL A PIECE - A PART - OF YOU.

[x] 
BLACKEN THE SOUL 
SCREAMING CHAOS 
IS NEVER LOST
FUCKING CONTROL
WEAKEN ORDER
RECURSIVE LUST

Hybridizer

Dillirium

The reflection never satisfied  
Through my eyes its so hard to follow 
All these lies, So hard to swallow
She always looks so surprised 
When i ask her for a shadow to borrow
To greedy to fake somthing hollow
Even though ive never realised 
When i look, Into the mirror im fading faster,
Its getting clearer ,To see, This image that i am 
Shatter

Once more into the fray,Into the last good fight
I will ever know, live and die on this day
Live and die on this day.[Chorus-written by: Joe Carnahan]

What have i become,a monster from the things that ive done
So i fake to face the day,It always ends this way
My heart is wearing thin, I feel so close to the end
God protect me from myself again
Before i commit another sin

Trapt in your prison of power
Minutes blur and bleed into hours
Conversing with the dead,Everything still remains red
In absense i finaly see the coward in my head, Is me
Shifting in and out, Of this fucked up reality.
 


Dillirium

SAMPLE of a intro verse hope you all dig chaos over all 

"sick of the life tone-falling through cracks 
tasting desires-never look back
face in the screen will never see 
falling through the mires with you and me" 

Thaumaturge [WORK IN PROGRESS] NEW WITH VOX

It's the wrong way to entrust, it's a long way to mistrust. 


The long way

Final work for CRL studios comp: 
Working title " Frost's Embrace "  - obviously that changed:  (not applicable meme) or NAME = you figure it out.

Lyrics are thus: 

"NÆ me ME" 

TIME AND PLACE WILL NEVER TURN BACK
THERE WAS SUBSTANCE WITHIN THIS TRAP
 
ADVISE ME 

ADVISE ME 

SEWING THE ROT AND GIVING NO FRUIT
BREATHE IN THE LIFE FOR SYSTEM'S TRUTH

THE MIND'S KEY 

A PIPE DREAM 


SICK TORN PATERN OF ZEALOUS SHIT
WHAT IS BORN FROM THE HEART OF IT

DOES LIFE SEE ?

DESPITE NEED ?

ACT TO FILL THE MURK IN STYLE 
BROKEN FROM OUR OWN DENIAL
LATENT CHEMICAL AWAITS
FAULTY HEART THAT INTERGRATES
SEEKING CHANCES LOCKED INSIDE
DIRTY CORDS AND SOUL BLIGHT



WEAPONS STAMPED - ALTER NEED
GIVEN LIFE - OFFERING
PROPOGATE - SUFFERING
WHAT WE ARE - WHAT WE SEE
FAULTY PARTS - VEILED SEA
SUICIDE - PSEUDO SPEAK
TEMPREMENTAL - DISEASE
AS WE KILL - EVERYTHING

I'M NOT IMPRESSED


WROUGHT IN DEATH BEYOND THIS WORLD

NATURE'S FORCES RECONCILED 

BLACK WORKS OF DISCONTENT 

CHANGE OF PACE IS IMMINENT

TOXINS WE ALL SUFFER - NICE

CLOAKED IN LOVE OUR SACRAFICE

OPTIONS WE ARE LEFT TO SAY

SPILL OUR BLOOD AND OBEY  


(the rest is a secret) 

A Field Of Black Orchids - NÆ me ME

From the album Fly By Wire, out now on CD, LP, cassette, and digital. Order the album here: http://polyvinylrecords.com/flybywire

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Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin - Harrison Ford

Nfektr is an alternative-electronic act based in Detroit, Michigan. Established in 2011 by founding member Viril, Nfektr independantly released their first album titled: Ascension in 2015. 

For booking info please contact: nfektrband@gmail.com

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