Laughing Death

by OroborO

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Demogorgon 06:09
we all owe and owe who i recall is not who responds memory begs but the essence is gone i can't forsee this failure meaning anything herein lies our covetous birth, lifeless circuit of personal worth drained until i'm empty, drained until i can't forsee this failure meaning anything for me, anything for me, anything but darling you tell me of aches and i strip off my shirt build you a tourniquet fit for your hurts and i i cannot operate now, rotting in the 12th house, extant without common ground, all the same have you forgotten the pull of our immaculate april? a sorry little bliss our little corpses laid under the sun that day bridge a beetle between our fingers, touch me not so lucky this utterance leaves, you found a clover with only three time heals all absent this my insides are feverish oh baby, it's enough to occupy this body slice a tie oh baby, it's enough to occupy this mind shed your skin on the screen while i make better means oh baby it's enough to occupy this body slice a tie oh, baby it's enough to occupy this mind all goodbyes our touch incites a writhe, but only inside the whole of this body will harmonize these severed limbs unite the water is thick with the covenant call my brothers and i but i am only inside, only alive, i'm only divine obsessive affection infected reflection bisected in sections with false recollections, projections all efforts erratic and sad sick at the last hit but massive impassive is massive, impassive, is passed and i lasted so come cut me open the quadrangle closes and i own this, i owe tell her i'm so sorry our touch incites a write, but only inside nevermind the bed, i made it and i lie in it without your element in i know it's almost over our touch incites a write, but only inside tell her it's alright our touch incites a write, but only inside
Swamp 06:20
hey, little man a poisonous entitlement dig down, you couldn't matter if you tried get back inside pleasure corrupt inside anonymous husk the hysterical lust brings abundant disgust and my calling is such is the crux of justice running the crust, i fuck it up, i fuck it up, and i know what you terrible odds for saftey facades i know what you did i saw you pray saw you pray, saw you pray for it beg for it i saw you on your knees, saw you on your knees for it i know, i know, i know humanity runs alone humanity runs its fingers black under tar, infest the keys you see and if i ever meet the dirt at your feet then i will eat it with ketchup and scoop with my teeth he will bleed out in my mouth i don't mean a waning fading on the right til there's no man remaining fading on the right til there's no man remaining, the blood on my hands but there won't be a framing i never absolved you fading on the right til there's no man remaining, the blood on my hands but there won't be a framining i never absolved you of any, and all i witnessed your word depravity, depravity and human drought i oughta rip your words out, words out i oughta rip you, i oughta rip you out by the tougne catalyze a havoc, my limits your elusive prize limiting the whole of your reach, tear off divisional hands catch me if you can
i’m a little centipede a wholly, rolling, bottomfeed i will eat a worm and see it surely fortifying me i’m a little centipede with quiet ferocity please be kind when you see me oh please be kind when you see me alone always aching thirstily for slick and chilly porcelain i will travel but it seems that nobody accompanies oh no raw, raw, raw consumption tear me off of the amity little legs around the masses’ masses of throats little legs deliver little masses of chokes raw, raw come take the meat this genesis blesses revolting strokes a conduit of lowly ghosts centipede, centipede, centipede sickening out of my mouth i pour of flesh an arrogant phase continuous absence of compassion, catalyze body ache all righteously my liscence might enforce your eyes aglaze a firey blight upon your lights, righteous stream of graves i’m a little centipede you don’t wanna fuck with little legs! all alone i might ride on the edge of it but it's not enough i might rise up to separate but it’s not enough i'm alone all dry under my skin natural terror, unnatural end hide in ice i die alone
Baked Acid 07:02
all my passing lethargy is met with a consequence give me what I want and then leave me alone while everyone is scrambling for bile i grope around for sympathy and I fall short all this fervent questioning is fodder for nothing give me what i want and then leave me alone while everyone convulsing a miracle everyone expecting a hand from god if you split yourself off and if you split yourself into several parts baking with acid will burn your arms off a million synapses spit my name all pink and bloody and you split yourself into parts aching will burn up your arms an all consuming neural fire all your eyes a null empire, you will burn your arms i don’t wanna be this anymore always pathetic i wanna be an empathetic force but force my hand into my own socket and get it get it get out i expected more from the ether i wanna be a breather i want it i'm insatiable and I don't wanna visionary mourn i don't wanna be this anymore better dead than blind universal nerves in my purse think i’m worsening without the cure at ease if i try can i sink into the earth can i immerse thick in fucky afterbirth emerge the hearse I be in the satin sheets eating up the dirt all in all my ghost approach the podium unhinged the neural purge bah bah you waltz around the off and on of all i dont wanna be this anymore get it out, i don’t know anymore they say goodbye, they calcify my eyes in ocular ocular ocular hell hello I'm sick of globules they say goodbye they calcify my eyes in ocular ocular ocular hell hello, hello, hello i'm sick of globules oh impossible self a body terrorist a terror erotic flip the lids expose the skin a pathogen where light cannot ever go in never go never go in i found the I inside sick sickness oh loosen your grip i found the I in tragic sickness oh sick of your shit
I Love You 03:17
Kuru 09:09
men fled before the flying twain and shrank with bated breath they saw there on the face of me the seal set there by death all awake, close behind red rum old run my body is one i cannot leave so what do i mean? what do i mean? all of 'em sick, most of 'em dead right in the eye in the back of the head he reeled on bucking legs that failed and on and on he fled so through the shuddering marketplace, the dying fled the dead


released January 12, 2018

Nate - guitar / synths
Emily - vocals
Jordan - drums
Spencer - bass / really good
Recorded/mixed by Andrew Oedel @ Ghost Hit Recording in Holyoke MA

*Credit to Beat Happening for track 5 "I Love you" and subsequently to Girl Band's cover of the song.

Mastered by Richard Marr @ Galaxy Park Studios
Additional thanks to Hunter, Bling Mansion, Andrew Oedel & Ghost Hit Recording, Bobby Casserole, thanks, The Flip, Gren, Nick's Rug, Mint Palace & the boys, Ray, Taco Bell, Mantha, Emma (both of them), Bailey, the Chicago crew, the Smith crew, OkCupid, bingus, Sam U, Kyle, Eric Presz, Greg, Trevor, the 4 Moms that made this possible, our nightmares, the Rhode Island scene, the Hampshire crew, love and camaraderie & all of our families n friendz and all the rad bands we have had the chance to play with


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