Death Is The Tarn, And I'm The Conduit

by Crippled Beggar

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1.
Pendulum 02:42
I keep a notebook up on the shelf, written apologies A memoir to all that ever was, or that ever will be I believe by the time you read this I'll be gone already My troubles, they mean to offend you In the least offensive way Hangman pulling the cord tight Kick the chair and hang myself North to East I swing Air trapped in my lungs Zip the body bag Tie the toe and tag Cut my noosed neck free Let me rest in peace I keep a notebook up on the shelf, written apologies A memoir to all that ever was, or that ever will be I believe by the time you read this I'll be gone already My troubles, they mean to offend you In the least offensive way Double bag the evidence Throw my body in the trash
2.
Mill Fire 02:16
Social delinquents who can't hold a job, no education Living at home so they hang at the mill, kids on vacation Useless Pretentious pathetic parasites Worthless Feckless incompetent bastards Kill yourselves Mindless ashing, place is catching Too fucking drunk, too fucking stoned Historic site catching aflame How does it feel to face punishment Cry like a little bitch, you deserve this Rejected kids gathering in the night, no place to be Underaged girls and a six-pack of beer, 2 grams of weed Social delinquents who can't hold a job, no education Living at home so they hang at the mill, kids on vacation Useless Pretentious pathetic parasites worthless Feckless incompetent bastards Kill yourselves You stupid bastards burned it to the fucking ground
3.
K-Hole 02:55
Unplug the world Turn off the lights Bottle of Jack Small bag of whites Ease all the stress End all the pain Quiet the mind Shut down my brain Thoughts disappear I don't mind this slightly different form of sickness Eyes rolling back All emotions, love and hatred, slowly fading Enter the void Formless beings slowly stirring all around me Leaving behind Blood and muscle, strength and weakness, pain and decay Return To the body Violent Shaking Nausea Limbs are tensing Fever taking One more Pill to swallow Shot to follow Lay down Breath is fading Heart is waning I can't feel anymore I can't see anymore and I can't hear anymore I can't breathe anymore I can't feel, I don't care I can't see, I don't care and I can't hear, I don't care I can't breathe, I don't care at all
4.
Eyes adjusting to take in the gruesome sight Search the body for a pulse but nothing is found My gaze casts down At the human viscera Staining memories of a time When I had all of my teeth If I start driving now I could probably Make it into Sundown by sunrise I'll leave memaw a note down in Amarillo Confessing that her first born son died Find the hole in his head scarred over with all of his poor intentions, brains drip from what used to be his ear I take his bloody jaw in my hand I help him turn the other cheek his lifeless eyes stare at the wall silent red drapery and vignette I lean in close To the human viscera Staining memories of our time "Who has a listening problem now?"
5.
Hate Fuck 02:53
Cut ties, old lies, fresh hate, sealed fate Bite your flesh, caress, gripped neck Sick flashback to what you did An empty fuck is all you are Manipulating naive hearts You tore down everything I built You've never felt an ounce of guilt Nothing sacred, nothing left My middle finger up your dress You ask me please don't ever leave This time you're the one deceived Hate fuck you, then I'm through Pulling hair and grinding teeth You scream out "keep fucking me" I ask you if you want more Choking, cumming little whore I stand, get dressed, walk out satisfied No words, no kiss, only goodbye You mean nothing to me. Nothing I am done with your shit forever
6.
Broken Hilt 02:21
Even when I'm dreaming I want you dead This hate consumes me My thoughts obsess To make you suffer And fucking beg Imagining the carnage Of your mangled face It's the only way I can sleep Twisting the blade in your gut Biting your fucking ear off Killer inside of my head, silent dream prisoner Leaving a vacant body as it wanders the night Awaken to discover a knife within my hand Can I control my rage Despite this chimera? Betraying my conscience Succumbing to fantasy When will I be at peace? You can't be forgiven Lucid dreams, sleepwalking, Killing you every night Even when I'm dreaming I want you dead This hate consumes me My thoughts obsess To make you suffer And fucking beg Imagining the carnage Of your mangled face And then one night I knock back some pills I leave this world I am bodiless And now these dreams Become so vivid Blurring the lines of reality Now I can rest Feeling vengeance Stabbing the blade in your head Breaking the fucking hilt off Killer inside of my head, silent dream prisoner Leaving a vacant body as it wanders the night awaken to discover your blood upon my hands
7.
Something's gotta change Someone needs to die Gun in my hands, voices in my head Vision turning red, palms collecting sweat I'll have no regret planning out your deaths It sickens me to my core To think of what you are Deep breath, let out Two shells, no sound Trench coat dropped down Gun's out, sights found Where's your God now? Something's gotta change Someone needs to die Gun in my hands, voices in my head Vision turning red, palms collecting sweat I'll have no regret planning out your deaths I must confess, I hate you fucking people I hope you die, your minds are fucking feeble Wasting your lives, you're all so fucking worthless Losing your minds, your views are fucking stupid I must confess, I hate you fucking people I hope you die, your minds are fucking feeble Wasting your lives, you're all so fucking useless Losing your minds, your views are fucking stupid I am the last thing you will see Death is the tarn and I'm the conduit I am the last thing you will know Death is the tarn and I'm the conduit Gun smoke, sight's choked Nine lives, bad joke One shell, one mouth Deep breath, let out I'm your God now
8.
Haram Shia converge for the mourning Talwar Striking their flesh for their sins Imam Chastising glares from the stairway Tatbir Letting blood flow in remembrance Haram Shia converge for the mourning Talwar Striking their flesh for their sins Imam Chastising glares from the stairway Tatbir Letting blood flow in remembrance Senseless undertaking Their sanity, fading Gashes tearing open Tissue falling out Senseless undertaking Their sanity, fading Gashes tearing open Tissue falling out With the Twelvers around I'm lost and I'm found Whips, chains I am bound I fall to the ground When the Twelvers arrive How much life with still thrive? Who will live and who'll die? I know I'll be just fine Young men gather in the dirt roads Lashing their backs and heads with blades Grieving elders flogging themselves To shed their blood in the name of God The desert sun begins its rise The light reflects off of the blood-soaked ground Piles of bodies writhe in pain Their skin waving in the sand-filled wind Youm-e-Ashura
9.
Lambaste 02:24
Way down Familiars dancing Inviting Coalesce Substances are calling me I refuse to answer them Empty my hands anyway Take everything away This road's long and winding Blindfolds ain't comin' off

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released April 29, 2017

Sean Hart- Guitar, Vocal
Chad Gourd- Bass, Vocal
Patrick Pepper- Drums, Backing Vocal

Vocals, bass, acoustic guitar, and guitar solo tracked @ Studio Rare Skulls, Providence RI by Sean Hart

Drum tracking, guitar tracking, and mixing @ Studio Wormwood, Mansfield Center CT by Dave Kaminsky

Mastered @ New Alliance East, Cambridge MA by Nick Zampiello

Cover art by Rene Fleming

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