A Short History of Decay

by CarrionSpring

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released 16 March 2011

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Track Name: Neck Romancer
An epidemic of failing cures
cancerous solipsist
Increase.Increase the bombs
and reduce the risk
adjusted autistic
solitude is madness

Teething on feeble words
sick with immunity
an arid suffering

as cold
as walls
of brick
and concrete

as cold
as walls
of brick
and concrete
cold as well.

weakened from sterility
the grasp is slipping
so young
are these bones decaying
the marrow's gone black. gone black.
Track Name: Year of the Carrion
Glowing machine radiates existence
to cleanse the mind
give life to dead time.
Still so lost, and getting worse with every minute
but we won't see it

through our own
reflections
so pathetic
to see that we're

locked up from the outside in
This womb is a graveyard
under a ton
of napalm
set ourselves ablaze.
Track Name: Hemorrhage
All this shit we're drownin in
a hemorrhage
from leeches
rotting on the wounds of
cankered institutions.
so futile a tourniquet.
Become decrepit
every sinew.
every cog is rusting.
seams are busting.
artificial selection
natural retaliation

abandon(ing) all stations
won't ever stop the bleed of these machines

acutely distort disasters
to keep us calm before the storm.
to keep us...
Track Name: Swan Dive
Half asleep
and half absorbed,
deformed. reformed. repeat.
Half awake
and half dissolved,
confine. define. divide.
fragments scattered
and littered.

if only the courage to
abandon irony
boredom shall remain,
swallowed by walls of white.
boredom shall swallow the black and white.
swallow the black and white.

let go.
unlearn.
unfold.
Track Name: Red Tide
Recall! Recall!
The plants have become diseased
for weeks we've sold them off

Batch by batch they been shipped
in filthy trucks. a well packaged plague.

Resist! Resist!
The parasite will turn
on it's host and then
turn on itself.
It's too late it's turned
on itself
turned on me.
turned in me.

auto-immune assault on
a dying breed of survival
give in
give up

become a mask to cover up
despair of rotted blood and guts
give up
give in

a silence in a fog where
synapse turns to static
give in
give up

Manifest the end

Treading the wake of a tide so foul
Chaos, it ain't just me
no retributions. no regrets.
closing in on us all

a tide so foul
a red tide
a dead moon
a red tide
a cold heart

treading the wake
dreading the wake
of a tide so foul
chaos, it ain't just me.
Track Name: Short History of Decay
Drowning all the corpses in their own perfume.
And even though they think they're all sick
They're just soiled through and through.
Drowning all the corpses in their own perfume
sawing off their hands in order to consume
and sure, If I must, I'll have another round
I'll sing from these depths
you'll weep from these depths.
sloven entwined
an air-conditioned nightmare
useless confessions
useless concessions
so put on a face.
within the decay
ain't no one know shelter
from the decay
only the dead know shelter.
Track Name: Troll's Toll
Fallen all the faculties, a pile on the floor
the death of an accomplice.
The shame if he'd knew of the blood on his hands
hung weary and limply
like flesh on a hook
and not even a soul glances at all.
Memories of stillborn inceptions
are burning at the stake.

Dancing around
choking on the ashes
Stumbling, falling
choking down the ashes

Collapsing
sow in the soil.