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Teat of the Baphomet
12:02
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The matriphageous youth emerge from salted soil.
Earth that drones, glows, and heaves.
Your umbilical chord’s a shackle. Your umbilical chord’s a noose.
Faustian lust results in splinters in autopsy of Jepedo.
I’ve suckled the sour milk of the I.V. and slept through acid winters
in the name of innovation and greed.
I negate the I, as the world negates me.
Liquid Icarus bubbling in bliss.
I negate the I, and the world negates me.
Liquid Icarus bubbling in bliss.
I negate the I, so the world negates me.
Liquid Icarus bubbling in bliss.
When fluid left post-scrub merges with helix,
Nephilim exit the forest adorned in placental hide.
Golden vat calf, kill me. I’m lodged between Saturn’s teeth.
Out Zeus’s bleeding skull towards Luciferian thrones,
brooding eyeless, chirping chestbursters.
Crawling to your tomb, jackal corpse.
The cold warmth of your womb, jackal corpse.
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2. |
Four Cornered Room
00:27
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24 darkest-hour cycles
I’ll goad the world to jump first
Amnesia is my panacea, and I’ll drink it til I’m blind.
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3. |
Black Urn
01:06
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The future holds a smoldering
dead Earth raped & forsaken
by its bastard children; a charred,
cosmic totem of human failure.
The torrential flow
of pissing it all away.
A celestial black urn.
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4. |
Empty Handed Lord
02:56
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Bandage and gauze your cancer
Dried leaves fill my bedroom
Carving your grapefruit skull
Piggy bank your empty soul
The Ides are not in the grace of your fucking favor.
These kids have no one to talk to.
An unfading carrot-on-a-stick complex.
Unveil my scars to thunderous laughter.
I’d chew a handful of cyanide pills and vomit
them in your mouth like you were my young
if it meant dragging you to hell with me.
Hoisted. Skewered.
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5. |
Taxidermis
10:10
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I eroticize the forfeiting of self-control
titan spine buckles, Eloheim atoms scatter
rats crawl out of sockets like flies to the den of the glutton
watch as I steal eggs from the dragon’s nest.
Fruit juice on a young child’s mouth
to smeared lipstick on a weary harlot.
Gasoline baptism, alley messiah rises.
Staggering drunk down the path of righteousness.
Chains on the ivory, vined gates of Eden.
Crippled by animalistic indifference
mirror-phobic
anabolic misery
Stove gropers born of devout needlestack bale grazers
Bloodletting cucumber mask
A piñata on the gallow’s pole
fast the mind or kick stool to ruination
Medicine man blows his smoke
Elephant hand grip’s my throat
Mr. Sandman, triple your dosage like cancer
and relinquish what fucking constraints bind me,
No
Splash blood on my door.
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Spore Huffer
03:13
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Fungi of the mountain drops from the palm of the shaman
Bones beating drums, ancestral fire dance around us
Drawn to the eye, you’re blinded by the shine of sin
Pray shrills like Baykok, as we bask in oroborus revenge
There’s not much going on
from the wormhole out rolls the spawn
Chupacabra in the field of the shepard’s sheep
Bats stampede out Red Foot’s teeth
Cauldron brew with pulpy grinds of imps
Black wizard smoke will get you high as shit
Stone hand of doom fingers with zero love
Leda sprays all over Magwai cubs
My extinction will pass a curse
as the wind carries my final breath
like a pollen spore of pestilence.
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Black Urn Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
5-piece doom/sludge band based in Philly.
2014-2018
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