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APESTATE

by FAUS

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1.
we've soaked language in liquid lusted after the plot lines we stole we let the moment slip with reprieve to place hands upon its lung pray the water stills the throat shame me with a bitter fuck i need it, i need it, can I hear it in a drunk and stagnant tune? i'm a little insurgent and not yet covered in shit no not a sound I make could sing along with it man in charge is serpent to hear the under-enlightened apologize for its flesh all the ancient blood has been tampered with the future will never come at this rate -associates of iniquity i attest this secular address neither opulent nor sumptuous we garner in reverence to the broken, busted, abused and untrusted blasé in our brilliance they heard us scream: we rot in unmarked graves you’ll scratch deadbeat on mine- she muttered, emptiness is the mother of all things you could hear their roar through fragile teeth a spark will grow of stale breath without retreat i tricked them out of panic so they weren't scared to die we are worthless out of time give them voices to be carried by march with us home this is not the only way peel back the scab you call your city devour your shit list cut the strand of fucking nerves live underneath the mortar we haven't tousled fate without reveling in unrest we are the bottom of the pyramid aye was it clean? did it flicker soul or shackle bone? was it everything you're meant to see? then why not bare mettle? fan the flames of rife this could’ve been the greatest fucking anthem of your life but the sick sick clamor in you dies to preserve nothing oh when it sparked it clung to the world to breathe since it seems that every heart that beats for freedom requires nothing but a slug of lead i demand my share
2.
is it white? is it tired? is it losing its way of life? is it prodded? is it marred? it should die. it cannot sing without retreat it stares through iron and shows its teeth will its plague be preserved for display and example in an ode to the world i could hardly let out another breath the mew and snare had seized tight til no gasp left from my neck everything was ever black and led the blind into its sense a rupture came we forged the oat and darkness crept in everything in line was clinging to its warmth and though the vessels held them tight their meaning was diffused it scattered all across the plains where denser blood had pooled a nail pinned the skin to grain and locusts came forth the nascent herd and rhetoric were covered in their crumbs enough to spit an image that knew nothing of the world where any line or hymn or scale would tempt one to its kin the beaded eyes reflected fire, recoiled and refused to walk again what if nothing were awake? what if eden never came? what if iniquity had put out roots and all the world were snake? we aren’t the same your ugly shines vain argent from the sun to still lines it clung you can smell it rife within the air beat the dust from her there is nothing new around you and nothing to unfurl why won’t they keep with the order the draw of the tide the counsel of moss where all is alive down drag your mirth down what good are rats without disease? the things they carried were as shale across the sea but the empire will come to an end i clung to her maw and let it drown sing to black and white keys that pulse wild into being and we breath loud teeth ran everywhere there was sultry in her hair and i ate it down to bone we rise sojourn as the fig her crop had pardoned us to move less lightly so we buried our feet every commonplace withered to history so we kept to disease seal the womb and shame the beast be here with me if it cannot grow it must die
3.
i'm led by flame and waning feet the bones of progress and mortal sleet i tell them what to write i raise the flame with porous lips i smell the wild in fingertips when nothing in the sky is capable of light i pluck the feathers from the skin i temper tusk and weave it in when softened with the night im atemporal and white tell me i am felled to commiseration i am luxe within the stale and when fed to conflagration i wont hasten to bare scale i want more birthed by the ravished, broken and scorned have you no hell in your world? now use thine eyes to see carry me carry me all ye who have wept o’ the avid and languished call on the mount and i will be tied to the stake burn me inside of a rose the kingdom that fell and the king that was left will carry my waste i am the salt of the earth i am the clamor of her womb when the flood becomes a muse the ravenous seek bone to chew their prescience marred voracious in their appetites i feed them as if father might i’m sultry in my martyrdom i rain only at night i preach the tame in spiritual vessels I can’t find where is all the ambience? where is all the ambience? raise hands and call the divine my name i am the salt of the earth i am the clamor of her womb i was ivory but not soul just the imprint of a fern my time here it was eclipsed and bled only my remiss tell me am I wry? we all must starve and die take from them what is mine pray to the crown prey on the crowd water only ground temper the life out and we all feed from the process bleed from the incest fiend for the quintessence of the stolen learning curve at the edge of the world i was selfish enough to let gangrene in let them crucify me to make medicine my spurious ascent was of heralded stone that forged adulate beings out of iron and lung i am not ashamed to say that i'm ashamed that i've been saturated in this white parade white parade white parade white parade white parade white parade
4.
i was startled by the retina that saw beauty inside of love i looked up from the crosshairs my reflection could not even shrug my mind splinters from the thought that shrapnel tastes better than blood pick my teeth from the dirt plug my skin where it's likely to run father, I've cleared my obsession with grief mother, I was never born of you; forgive me i get a bit of the itch when life has me prolific with breathing stuck in the molder of feigning pious wrought with eternity the throats are thick with grief and their anecdotes aren't likely to soar are they weeds or are they lice? was it accidental or was it gravity? absolutes are incomplete gestation has haunted me absolutes are incomplete i’d better sort my misery as the linen was uncoiled and the table had wept they sought kinetic light that bloomed sacrament and fawned and fabled as it jeered behind rib i was too removed from the room to call it leviathan i’ve no interest in a heart that beats i burn the casket black the eyes black the eyes i sold my rhetoric void the mind void the mind i plead the fire burn the hive burn the hive i breathe insanity patience has lost it's nectar they needed an anti-hero i had left my carcass in the dark the display was void of any light they felt cheated I felt free they were beggars who needed me selfish was I to give in to the itch of peace i no longer remind myself to breath now the worms hang in the water the alphas dragged my heart towards the sky and the soil it grew nothing the omegas laid eggs down my spine time and I stand still while death begs them to cheat the mirror tricked my tongue into reading aloud drown the pages in books with a violent sound the slugs that await me are stuck in the round i am darker now the incandescence blew a hole in the crowd rather than boxed I'll be fed to a hole in the ground now I am stuck on a one liner that is sure to astound put the fire out
5.
i assumed you'd be riddled with it extol the crutch and foundation of shit masquerading as unholy glint of your rabid and trifling emptiness where were you when it started? there's a long road we've hallowed to think about for the dearly departed are entombed so lewd ameliorate me or bow down to your lieu two steps forward anchored back and the place i am stunted takes heed to your lack im the driver, the mother, the uncial oath turned to black but i need it i taste the metal and green would you seek it if it were drab and slut and then wilted into your screen to have your prowess bore and your soul trailed into the dirt to have your prowess bore i won’t know what it gets when it takes me oh. how's it feel? we writhe and we spit and lay waste to all that we’ve named opaque we are lessened to lowlier wisdoms the nerve of the ego the apostate we raised we raised our oblivion into the face how's it feel that the colorless that you mock want this more than you? of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, “it might have been" well i need this more than you i need this more than you ill be black ill be white ill be mute ill exhume what is left of her womb get out get out the light's still shining through get out get out we will bloat unto separate mews get out get out get out
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imagine your feigning has halted the sores of your grip and the glaze in your stare requited without song so when it all breathes back and the smoke doesn't clear it will immure the stale of when we were here everything everything everything has evaded her peace everything everything everything is in violent retreat i sought to look upon the face of it feeding i took the news ill given the morphine drip and not a stitch in that fabric could fell the silence replete beckon to your extinction oh how i wish that the vein would take oh how I wish that the vein would take i couldn’t help to stave my addicted inhibited dissonance estranged from coercion so skulking irreverent what class belongs to blood and dirt? class belongs to blood and dirt? and weren’t we so moved we were written in myth our reflections refused we all agreed to be lost in the faces of history fix your skin to the spool sell what’s left of the stock clot the artery with hysteria we are the dregs of the machine everything everything everything is as dead as it seems god has no love for this world god has no love for this world i am taker i am taker i am taker but I wish to leave

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released May 4, 2018

© 2018 Blackhouse Records
produced and engineered by Dawson Scholz
artwork by Bob Derdles
executive producer Scott Rozell
all songs and lyrics written and rights reserved by FAUS © 2018

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