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Revenge of the Ugly

by Hot And Ugly

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1.
on all groveling fours scratching stone for some fire slow beating chest to start a pulse making a fist to make a point hard hunch back with palms flat on the ground pushes through the earth to make caves deep down waiting for a spark to consume the dry tinder draped to start the flame that will make it ok to bare knuckle and downward tumble with gluttonous gut bust hold on to prescription side effects include death wolves teeth instead of my own, and I can taste the last words it spoke praying to a faraway star, whose light has already burnt out
2.
stoke fires with your father’s bones at night keep it down and riled when turmoil is fresh inside hold your head down baptized in the wishing well miracles are manmade poorly laid plans are often the blame when I ask the wind my name it replies in a whisper then goes hush and the world is solid and hollow and old crow moans until the bottom strung lungs become blood and exhale is thick mist our fingers are numb but still searching for a pulse
3.
mottled, sun spotted, mutt blood, blind, the webbing between feelers crack, smoke damaged, fibers thin and ill, slender wrists pop as they twist, sending panic through disjointed limbs, burrow fervently, invisible but not always, the shaking is violent when fight and flight chemicals drown perception, encompassed, terror consumed unwillingly, impelled gluttony, muculent palms, labored lungs, wide eyed, dead amygdale, desiccated an uncomfortable soul encased in bones, hollowed and cold, sad to be the plan, tired motions in measured hands, call a forest home
4.
we have wings on our side so we can always fly away but why am I still here waltzing back and forth in place spinning with the weight of the world rambling aimlessly, we’ll get to our destination eventually as long as we have our wings we can fly away but how we could we leave behind our bells and our chimes? we make such a beautiful noise swaying back and forth, against a black vista spinning and spinning through the void our carousel will take us there wandering aimlessly with our bells and chimes as long as we have our wings we can fly away we make such a beautiful noise wandering aimlessly with our bells and chimes
5.
NecROCKracy 00:41
all your favorite rock stars are dead famous faces, world leaders, living forever with bullets in their head all hail the necrockracy raped and rehashed new age wave and generic thrash idol markets selling death masks of the past when nostalgia is safe we know exactly how it ends And when nostalgia is safe nothing new ever begins.
6.
when I was young I used to pray for the rain, but I realized that god doesn’t work that way, so I stole every last drop from heaven and prayed for forgiveness. I left them out to dry on the black pitch; the day slowly towed them away, and I could not help but hold my arms out, palms down to catch passing spirit’s unhurried amalgamation in the sky. Closing hands into a hollow fist, I whispered names across the space, and they echoed across the distance between lines prescribing destiny and devotion to a faraway star. I never felt the pull of celestial bodies They never told me of what I should dream the most I could hear was that I was bad and broken Something unclean to be washed away in flames so what if I’m the only one made of matter and nothing else makes sense except in my mind could there really be a watchdog we’re warned of could we be on our own and blind
7.
I, Vigo, the scourge of Carpathia, the sorrow of Moldavia, command you! Janosz on a mountain of skulls, in a castle of pain, I sat on a throne of blood. what was will be, what is will be no more. now is the season of evil! Find me a child that I might live again! Janosz Now, we become one!
8.
to all the players in the Lawrence area don’t waste your time with a fatass wannabe he’s a thief and a liar and a bad guitar player we know who you are mother fucker lotta skin.
9.
we got dicks and we got tits and we all want to see them we want the cum we want the spunk all draped in young blood we want the guns we want the sleaze, sadists, drugs, sluts who tease mind the prudes mind the kids make it family decent give us a boobtube give us a light box see that the snatch is on we got all the sports Jeopardy and family feud and everyone is the father legitimate rape, mass debates, high speed runaway contest we got lost watching cops, made friends all down the wire It’s the human race live at 9, we cut out all the best parts blood, cum, guns, let’s start the movie death, love, drugs tonight on Judge Judy
10.
Oh god I am such a sad sap taking back wishes from the well and though the air is still it’s something not to trust fuck timid when the tongue is stuck and language is a long road a holy home boarded it’s an effort to stay in a one place race lengthy laps made me last tending a mind made motion mislaid and tame shoddy frame is frail sorry is a bad spell careful feet compelled me you made no moves
11.
coming into a foreign fissure to get my rocks off be wary with penetration or lose your cock off masturbation proclamation of the anal acquisition it’s for sale your living hell of hairy palms buy it up mother fucker masturbation proclamation of the anal acquisition don’t stockpile your need just let loose some seed I’m just like you I have urges too touch yourself and ask yourself what your load is worth masturbation proclamation of the anal acquisition that’s what she said
12.
Old Ones 05:01
l’appel du vide I regret everything knowing is nothing it makes for an unsound mind I could hear the weird scream of some curlew piercing the din an unearthly light the color out of space a burst of crimson lightning setting fire to sentient beings hunting horrors living and horrible my eyes are a lie that behold waking dreams god if you could only see what I’m seeing no man could know it and live its no use, you must go better one than two so long won’t see you again curse these hellish things legion “you fool warren is dead”

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released January 22, 2017

Jeremiah Willis: drums, vox
Jeff Winter: guitars, bass (4, 5, 7, 9), vox, samples/noise
Ian Cook: vox
Daniel Glascock: bass, synth, samples

Recorded and mixed by Daniel Glascock
Cover art by Ian Cook

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