Neurotic Records 2006
NRT060011 | Format: CD/LTD SLIPCASE
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01 Praise and Negation 02 Ad Nauseam 03 The Mask of the Satyr 04 Becoming the Lycanthrope 05 To Fell Goliath 06 Martyr of the Soil 07 Failure 08 The Coming of Genocide 09 Defaeco |
Recorded and mixed by Jamie Saint Merat + Michael Hoggard for Retractile Audio, April 2006
Mastered by Alan Douches at West West Side Music, New York, USA
All art and design by Jamie Saint Merat for Prehensile www.prehensile.orcon.net.nz
Band photography by Michael Hoggard
All music and art © Ulcerate 2004-2006
All lyrics © Ben Read 2006
Praise and NegationBlame tarred with cursed ivory brush
Halos to sever heads of those below
Two millennia with faded words to burn
Fall to your knees or immolate your soul
Lungs filled with black
Cough of the wretched
I can taste the soot on my tongue
Deny the idle threats of those empty smiles
For deceit and dreams often are one
This skewed reality, dizzying and sweet
Open hands to trap the moth
Corrupt veins pump soured blood
The trap is set, poison awash
Heads to turn for promises betray
Chisel to stone with the world to pay
With eyes to the sky, faith begat misery
With eyes to the sky, the world shall burn away
I rise, for I can stand alone
... top
Ad Nauseam
Bound and gagged
Yet professing the importance of these putrid regurgitations
Dangling above the precipice
Fate, tragic and deserved, lies below
Vacuous and nightmarish
Docile and servile
Kiss that which feeds and fucks
Devoured, defiled
We hang
Choking ourselves on this rank vomit
Seems we can't get enough
Gorging on this stale repetition
For time does not exist to us
And when the gag is removed, sodden and rancid
Mouths will remain agape
Like baby birds, trusting and needy
Even as the rope is cut
Dead eyes long for the normality
Long for the masochism
And set free the sadist in us all
Open wide because this better be worth it
... top
The Mask of the Satyr
(Cut away and start again)
Cross out these serpentine eyes
Milk them for all they're worth
Shatter the white with Circe hammers
Slay the beast with three billion heads
Through noise and movement, filth revealed
I can smell the decaying musk
Stale breath reeks of lust and violence
And shaking hands reveal the rest
For I am nausea
From you to me
Insight crawls, drunk and bruised
Deep within the leaden grey
But majority rules with iron fist
So swallow the blood and cover the face
A new slate is needed for this cannot be cleaned
To turn the other cheek
Or cut it open and rip out the tongue
For now and for this
Forgiveness is rot
I'd trade it all for a chance to mend
To kill, to cleanse, to purge, to end
Loathing saturates, sour and foul
Only to be eclipsed by the sorrow
To cut away those close and near
Pull back the hammer and let it swing
Let it swing
... top
Becoming the Lycanthrope
Revelation or annihilation
The futile and the fanatics
That is all we are
With scalpel incisions and flapping tongues
Bury the limbs of the hopeless
Clambering onto the funeral pyre, overwhelmed
Sacrifice and sedition
Let the ashes of our cancer rise
To be inhaled by the congregation
Carry your doctrine into the flames
Or swallow it whole and exit the wake
As the smoke blackens the horizon
Revel in your decision (delusion)
As the inferno turns to embers
Breathe in the essence of despair
Piss on the ash and the bones of the dead
Laugh and rejoice as the black turns blood red
But your carnivorous smile betrays
Revealing the teeth that will devour us all
A grin to mark the end of days
... top
To Fell Goliath
Lynch the god of disease
And sever his wings
Hang him upon the red beneath the green
But the tyrants and sinners are waiting in line
And the mob is thinning and there is no time
With the blind masturbating the blind
The prophets are left with no one to lead
