Pitchfork Lobotomy (Complete Album)

Shivering breath in a cathedral of bone
Blood-inked scripture carved into the throne
Dead angels, little angels, little angels, wings of dust
Choir sings in agony, violent harmony
The night denies salvation’s claim
Hell beneath a stolen name
Lacerated faith, torn from the light
Condemned to bloom in unholy night

Suffering does not matter now
The flesh is fleeting, break the vow
Suffering does not matter now
The flesh is fleeting, break the vow

Cursed veins pulse a venomous creed
The grave accepts the sacred cow
Devoid of mercy, devoid of need
The bones of saints form prisons of grace
Where hope decays, no trace, no trace

Eyes of the void stare through the skin
Stars collapse where guilt has been

Suffering does not matter now
The flesh is fleeting, break the vow
Suffering does not matter now
The flesh is fleeting, break the vow 

The night denies salvation’s claim
Hell beneath a stolen name

Suffering Does Not Matter Now

Rotting sanctimonious, your halo reeks of sin
The stench of false divinity now permeates within
A carcass clothed in righteousness, now maggots in disguise
Hypocrisy made flesh beneath the sorrow in your eyes

Behold thine putrid filth, what lies beneath inside
Unmask the feasting vermin, for within they reside
The lies you preach dissolve, father, in crimson stride
Your sanctified corruption seeks nothing but reprise

Tongue of poisoned scripture
Your sermons drip like sewage from the abscess of your chest
A villain draped in virtue, adored by sightless fools
A shrine of tainted marrow built on marrow’s stolen jewels

Your shame shines bright, a phosphorescent blight
A pustulant reminder slithering in the night

Behold thine putrid filth
The rot that crawls beneath thy pale disguise
The throne you forged is sinking in infection
As truth begins to rise
And the truth begins to break down

Behold Thine Putrid Filth

Eyes that feast upon the void of man
Crawl through the stars where light began
The breath of nothing, cold and vile
Unseals the tombs of the cosmic child

Summoned through the veil of thoughtless time
A hunger born before the first divine
It writhes beneath creation’s rotting crust
Awake, forgotten god of bone and dust
A silent scream, faith and sin
A cancer feeds, clawing deep within

All Hail

Witness that which should not exist
The tongue of chaos, dripping mist
It speaks the death of dying every sun
All time unmade, creation undone

Shrieking through dimensions torn apart
It drinks the blood of the human heart
A thousand mouths, one endless will

The bones of angels turned to sand
Slip through its many writhing hands
Its breath ignites the skies in blackened flame
Each dying sun whispers, dying name
From marrowed clouds now the shadows drip

Reality bends, dimensions slip.
The stars collapse, the void persists

All hail that which should not exist.

Witness that which should not exist
The tongue of chaos, dripping mist
It speaks the death of every dying sun
All time unmade, creation undone


That Which Should Not Exist

The frost collects upon the sill, a mirror to decay
A portrait of repentance, smeared in shades of gray
Veins of glass like arteries, fractured in despair
The silhouette behind the shards still breathing poisoned air

Blood spattered window, witness my demise
The ghosts within the glass, they never close their eyes
In silence they’re screaming, the echoes still remain
I see my reflection drowning in the stain

The candle’s flame is starving, devoured by gloom
I carve my name in emptiness, a requiem of doom
Each droplet tells a story, each streak a lover’s cry
in every smear of scarlet truth, their whispered deaths comply

The house remembers everything, though years have passed it by
Each streak a lover’s cry
The mirror screams in silence, its surface scratched in sin

Blood spattered window, witness my demise
The ghosts within the glass, they never close their eyes
In silence they’re screaming, the echoes still remain
I see my reflection drowning in the stain

Broken frame of my regret, the world looks in, I disconnect
Specters claw from every side, a life of neglect

Blood Spattered Window

The blade remembers every sin
It hums with ghosts beneath my skin
Each cut a scripture
A hymn to pain I still must wear

Through nights embalmed in silent screams
I drown within my fever dreams
The stench of memory will not yield
The past still claws, these scars unhealed.

Voices whisper from marrow deep

Scars unhealed, they breathe, they feed
In crimson tongues they hide, they beg, they plead
Beneath the flesh, the rot revealed
I am the wound, forever unhealed

The mirror bleeds my form away
Reflections rot, yet I remain
In ash and bile, I find my grace
A crown of pain adorns my face

My heart a tomb, my veins their shroud
The worms within me sing aloud


Pitchfork Lobotomy

Scars Unhealed

A sky ablaze with omen’s fire
The swollen clouds begin to seethe
A whispered doom, the storm conspires
To rip the breath from all who breathe 

Wrath of the tempest, unholy, unchained
A crown of lightning burning unexplained

The fractured earth begins its wail
Crushed beneath the volatile sky
The desperate prayers, the futile railing
Are drowned beneath the cyclone’s cry

Wrath of the tempest, the heavens undone
wrath of the tempest, A god of truth screaming through the sun

Titan born of skies enraged
Uncage your jaws, despair reigns
Unwrite the stars, let night engage
And drag the living to their maim

Wrath of the Tempest

Based in Utah, USA.
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I’m just out here tryna make music.

Influences: the black dahlia murder, between the buried and me.