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Don't Look in the Mirror
05:59
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Drunk on misery and everclear
The day of reckoning draws ever near
Self-immolation, an easy trick
Hold this pickled flesh upon the candle’s wick
Don’t look in the mirror
Lest you recognize this curse
Don’t look in the mirror
You’re chasing your own hearse
Ceaseless anguish, hands that quake
There’ll be no respite until the poison takes
A cloak of shame, the uniform
The tattered vestments of this state abhorred
Don’t look in the mirror
Lest you recognize this curse
Don’t look in the mirror
You’re chasing your own hearse
An arid desert to sate this thirst
Better a corpse than this life perverse
A crack in the sky, light shines in
Incinerates this melancholic din
Go look in the mirror
Observe the taken toll
Go look in the mirror
Repair this broken soul
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2. |
A Patchwork Art
05:12
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You once thought that you were whole
Could trod the depths all on your own
Inquire within your darkened soul
Enslaved dependence was the toll
Ripped apart
Stitched back together
A patchwork art
Of flawed endeavors
Self-appointed king dethroned
Not but a jester all alone
A deathly dirge soon intones
A jaundiced husk draped upon bones
Ripped apart
Stitched back together
A patchwork art
Of flawed endeavors
Conflagration, funeral pyre
Oppressive shame bathed in fire
Flames dance across my sullen mire
Rise from the ashes, my desire
Ripped apart
Stitched back together
A patchwork art
Of flawed endeavors
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3. |
Delirium
01:01
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4. |
Cinders
05:23
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I’ve been tethered
To a specter of myself
Sickly and fallow
A shade, all that’s left
Let it burn
Down to Cinders
Then bury them
All of my evils
Personified
Desperate and dejected
Just waiting to die
Let it burn
Down to cinders
Then bury them
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5. |
Endless Well
04:42
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Wasted and worn
Running on fumes
Watching the horizon
For the mushroom cloud blooms
Annihilation
Of the self
Obliteration
In an endless well
Seizure coughs
And phantom welts
Drowned away
My liver shelled
Annihilation
Of the self
Obliteration
In an endless well
Resurrection
Or perhaps rebirth
A fierce rejection
Of this state, inert
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6. |
Buzzard Logic
08:02
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Ceaseless Craving
Pervades; it’s Scathing
I’ve made my suffering
Restless, Self-hating
Ashamed, Berating
I’ve laid my own snares
Nocturnal hiding
Vampiric surviving
I’ve engineered my isolation
Sickly, Convulsing
My system revolting
I must emerge from this tomb I’ve built
Bone dry, Quaking
Paranoia overtaking
White-knuckling through in desperation
Contrition, all-consuming
I see myself, and I’m fuming
Upending this degeneration
When the logic of the buzzard picks clean the last bone,
And no morsel is left, no fetid flesh
Will the hunger suffice to atone?
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Tremens
01:20
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I’ve let you down
Gonna let you down more
Don’t know where we’re headed
Or what lies in store
But I’ll be by your side
Take sickness in stride
We’ll weather each storm
Confront every horror
I’ll tend to your wounds
Cleanse the dust from our tomb
Your love I’ll implore
Until death darkens our door
I’ve been a drag
Drug you into my hole
I vented my venom
And poisoned your soul
But I’ll be by your side
Take sickness in stride
We’ll weather each storm
Confront every horror
I’ll tend to your wounds
Cleanse the dust from our tomb
Your love I’ll implore
Until death darkens our door
I sowed my vices
They bloomed and grew tall
I gave you their blossoms
Snared you in their thrall
But I’ll be by your side
Take sickness in stride
We’ll weather each storm
Confront every horror
I’ll tend to your wounds
Cleanse the dust from our tomb
Your love I’ll implore
Until death darkens our door
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Ghosts on the Periphery
08:24
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I see
ghosts on the periphery,
Spirits,
Indwellers of the void
I hear
voices in the static clear
Chiding
with lacerating scorn
Entombed in a distillate crypt
Exhumed with each poison sip
I taste
acrid blood upon my face
A countenance
of anguish and remorse
I smell
the stench exuded from this shell
Decaying
putrefaction of all I have feigned
Entombed in a distillate crypt
Exhumed with each poison sip
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In the Company of Serpents Denver, Colorado
IN THE COMPANY OF SERPENTS traffic in sonic catharsis. Their music inhabits the strange fringes between sludge metal and
sprawling spaghetti western scores, constantly striving for visceral power and raw intensity, contrasted with eerie, spare instrumental passages.
Grant Netzorg: vocals and guitars
Ben Pitts: Bass & Lap Steel Guitars
Andy Thomas: Drums
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