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Abolition EP

by Discordian

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1.
Faceless 05:52
I can displace you, I can change you, I can shatter your fibers, I can name you, I can shame you, I can bring out the darkness, I can cut you, I can fuck you, I can bleed out your conscience, I will create, and dismantle, vehement to cancel. There's no way out this time, Watch the hands tick on grating your skin as you run, (There's nothing left) There is nothing left, You cannot distract yourself when you're coming undone, I have you now. Ticking, Can you feel the toll? Inside your bones it festers and rots, Did you really not see this coming? Did you not expect that blow? I am the cracks in the surface of your skin, And I will not let go until I've torn your structure open. There's no way out this time, Watch the hands tick on grating your skin as you run, (There's nothing left) There is nothing left, You cannot distract yourself when you're coming undone, I have you now. There's no way out this time, Watch the hands tick on grating your skin as you run, (There's nothing left) There is nothing left, You cannot distract yourself when you're coming undone, I have you now. I have you now!
2.
Inertia 04:20
Everything is plastic, So they sell it to the masses, Polished, gleaming, in the sunlight, Imperfection non-existent, Soulless, mindless, vapid trash, You should demand your money back, This music machine is a scam, Orchestrated by our own fucking hands. Pristine, perfect, back of the line, Rusting, bulimic, a sign of the times, A chasm, a black hole, a shard of your mind, These pressures, exerting, rendering you blind, I've been waiting for things to change for so long now, But my own inertia barely lets me breathe, I can't keep wasting away on the sidelines, Playing no part to raze this stagnancy. Pristine, perfect, back of the line, Rusting, bulimic, a sign of the times, A chasm, a black hole, a shard of your mind, These pressures, exerting, rendering you blind, We will be known! We will be heard; I want everyone to know, The corruption and the greed that rules this pit, Cowardly, greedy, soulless, bastard pigs! Pristine, perfect, back of the line, Rusting, bulimic, a sign of the times, A chasm, a black hole, a shard of your mind, These pressures, exerting, rendering you blind.
3.
I can't escape, you're in my blood, This imagery is torturous, It's consuming me, It's too clear, too sharp, too cutting, I'm not really here, And I'm not the same, It keeps coming back, and I can't shut it off, and it won't let me go, This hole in my chest, Sequential, recurring, numb, empty, alone. I've made a whore out of recalling, Decompressing all my warnings, This masochistic nostalgia machine does nothing to console me, I hallucinate you, Shut it off, just fucking shut it off! I'm not really here, And I'm not the same, It keeps coming back, and I can't shut it off, and it won't let me go, This hole in my chest, Sequential, recurring, numb, empty, alone. How the hell'd I wind up in this mess? (Which roads, which paths?) You're the only thing I've got left, (And you're haunting my mind!) Every step I take I see ghosts, (And they're following me.) Get the fuck out of my bones! I'm not really here, And I'm not the same, I'm not really here, And I'm not the same, It keeps coming back, and I can't shut it off, and it won't let me go, This hole in my chest, Sequential, recurring, numb, empty, alone.
4.
Sever 06:06
I will compress all your emotions, I will break all your proportions, I am infinitely your target, But don't you say I didn't warn you. I hope you choke! x3 I hope your lungs collapse, and cut off the air to your throat. Black carcinogen smiling, Your words perpetually contriving, Sing your maladies in silence, And pray to god I never find you. I hope you choke! x3 I hope your lungs collapse, and cut off the air to your throat. I hope you choke! x3 I hope your lungs collapse, and cut off the air to your throat. I hope you choke! x3 I hope your lungs collapse, and cut off the air to your throat.

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Discordian's sophomore EP and partner in crime to Perdition.

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released June 19, 2015

Guitars: Ellie Woods & Rhys Bird
Bass: Tom Ali
Drums: Chris Sargeantson
Vocals/Lyrics: Ellie Woods & Rhys Bird
Mixing & Mastering: Rhys Bird
Album Artwork: Megan Woodfine

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