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Split LP with Landbridge

by Autarch

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We watched our sun die, receding away; Womb and cradle abandoned to the flames. We sought out a new field to sow; Left behind the pain we reaped to yellow and fade to dust. Transmission received: Heed our call - it follows! Hear these words - you will not evade it! Our vanquisher - is in you! (The destroyer is all of us) you bear it! We struggle on blindly searching, looking ahead. Unwilling to peer inside the our own chests, We cast out all others as infidels; Unyielding in our quest for perfection. You'll find your future empty. The womb quickens regardless. Rows of stalks rending the barren sky, Reaching for a taste of redemption. The ruins of Shalmirane teem with ghosts. We are legion, We are the kings of nowhere. Embrace our destruction, Breathe deep and descend.
Bastille 04:26
The fire burns on our side, Their cities tinder, fuel, and fodder. They hide in their castles and wait for the dawn, Their eyes closed to the masses lying in wait, Hiding in plain sight in costume. Pretending to be the chosen corps. Our faces hidden from their sight, Not what they chose for us. We build our own world without them, Project our own true identities, Burn all imposed rags; We can live how we’ve always wanted. Storm their bastille. I am distorted, I am distilled, I am a machine, Everyone is. I’m not a mistake, I am not you, (You’re a cartoon,) No one is. Fuck your delusion, No one is nothing. Fuck your illusion, No one is nothing. Storm their bastille.
Survive 06:50
Created by culture, bred by hate. Taught to dominate, take what we don't deserve. Predator incarnate, ascendant sex. "Prey surrounds on all sides Hone your skills, find your catch, Claim her for your own. She is nothing without you." No. Stop the cycle. Reject your role. Frag the fucker. Matted fur, bloodshot eyes, Shaking legs, arched back. Betrayed by your fathers, brothers, Expected to submit. "It's your job to protect yourself. Hide your filth. Watch your drink. Don't walk alone." No. Rise up, claws out. Castrate the bastard. Don't let them chain you. Rise up. Frag the fucker. Reject your role. Castrate the bastard.



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released February 23, 2017

mastered by Dan Emery at Black Matter Mastering
artwork by Alex CF

Jason - drums/vocals
James - guitar/vocals
Chad - bass
Mike - guitar


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Autarch Asheville, North Carolina

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