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As I Drink From The Infinite Well Of Inebriation

by Serpent Of Gnosis

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David Fischer
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David Fischer From time to time, I need nothing more than a fine piece of Grindcore. This IS a fine piece of Grindcore. So, this has been one of my go-to Grindcore options in 2020 (the other one being ZERBIRST's Eternal Ruin). Nothing more to say about it. Listen, enjoy, buy. Favorite track: Lurid Skin.
John Chaos Alexander
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John Chaos Alexander Really tightly played Technical Grindcore , This is a well construct piece of brutality \M/ Favorite track: Paroxysmal Dance.
Jake Boehmer
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Jake Boehmer Some of the fastest deathgrind you will ever hear. Johnny Davy’s vocals are FILTHY
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yourmetalfriend Members of JFAC and TBDM playing death grind? Had me at hello. Favorite track: Cognitivity.
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1.
Decoherence 01:24
As I'm violently emptying my guts into a pristine bowl I've become fully aware that I live in a bottomless state of decoherence This rehashed cycle has bloomed into a self-inflicting tradition without resolution This fixation, it's concealed I live and breathe in this inconceivable hell that I've personally constructed Devoid of any order, dissolution, and disorder.
2.
As I drink from the infinite well of inebriation I find myself admiring the others convulsing in a paroxysmal dance Observing their swaying waltz in an endless, sweltering rhythm Defected equilibrium's turn to powerless bodies that are frigid and dull I can only tap into a diminishing fraction of my own capabilities Even the resonation of my voice appears to be altered now A slurred articulation is replaced by the paroxysmal dance A slurred articulation is replaced by the paroxysmal dance
3.
In the corner of this room rests my fragile vessel of serenity A fleeting sense of contentment and tranquility confined within If there was an existence of god, this vehemently intends to be the closest thing to it At intervals, it's glimmers in a crystalline design, or glows in a dismal amber My beacon, a guide to summoning lesser demons My beacon, a guide to summoning lesser demons Enraptured by its daunting magic At intervals, it's glimmers in a crystalline design, or glows in a dismal amber Enraptured by its daunting magic
4.
Let's go ahead and cease this ongoing murmured prayer This body is maturing to be nothing more than a floating vessel of fester and malfunction My head is swimming, bordering on inhaling boundless waters An unfocused and obscured room spinning in an uncontrollable perspective Perspective. Perspective. My dependencies of colorless capsules grows deeper and deeper This dependency is a fathomless chasm. Blacker and blacker, bleaker an bleaker. Let's go ahead and cease this ongoing murmured prayer This dependency is a fathomless chasm.
5.
Cognitivity 04:00
After years of waiting, I'm still struggling to put the pieces of this puzzle together I simply don't have the mental bandwidth for consuming these senseless fantasies Consuming these potions has led to these figures silently growing within my drifting skull Disfiguring all of the fallen pieces, disfiguring all of the fallen pieces I simply don't have the mental bandwidth for consuming these senseless fantasies Fingerprinting chaos and disarray in my cognitive process Fingerprinting chaos and disarray in my cognitive process
6.
My eyes can now only discern a pale blur of mourning frowns These faceless, damned bodies surround me and they're howling in an incomprehensible static Static. Static. Their rhythmic exhales emit a rolling smoke.... Their rhythmic exhales emit a rolling smoke through the irreversible cold Cold, cold, cold, cold, irreversible cold. A blooming notion of tenderness grows over me as their eyes gradually emit the color of a dying sun I am clearly lost. This sensation of dread intertwined. I am clearly lost. This sensation of dread intertwined in a mask of lucidity.
7.
Their tone projecting from their harrowing tongue is wooden and emotionless Evoking worthless memories constructed from stale air and inhaling the results Inhaling the results. Hemorrhaging fabrications, an ongoing web of fruitless oaths The look in their eyes was miles away. It's expressionless. It's abandoned. So be it. This night continues to repeat in this blinding cold, your breath continuously pluming white You're swimming amongst the monolith that is your insurmountable, maligned, and abhorrent past
8.
Harvest 01:50
My eyes are nothing, nothing but empty slots that fixated over the churning suspended moon. Hesitation stalls over the defaced rim of the world. A growth of slant, black shadows stumbled nearer. Against this frigid landscape, they dwindle and diminish My veins buried within the neck now stand akin tightened ropes. The stenciled men smile amongst the growing filth and obscurity As a marching malignancy, harvesting a circus of scalped impurities Breathless vessels now hang as shrouded monuments. Breathless vessels now hang as shrouded monuments. They admire their new-found creations as they are perched frozen atop their compliant beasts
9.
There is no sound but the wind as hours bleed out into days. With days eventually bleeding dry, slowly fragmenting out of existence All due to introducing this euphoria within It was hacked with a tiresome, blunt, and tattered dagger that I bear close to my vibrating heart These gods aren't here for saving me now, their purpose is mind-numbing liberation How can one be so obstinate? So set in their repeated ways, so entrenched in those endless grooves What a waste, with this eroded concept of absolution
10.
Lurid Skin 02:45
These limbs weaken at the dismal sight of what I've become Vast, cavernous wounds remain unsealed as I skim across my lurid skin Across my lurid skin A nest assembled by delirium, dread, and disgorgement A pathway of tears leads to this ceremonial haven of humiliation Heaving, purging, expelling the superior individual I once was With it brings this eternal sensation of swimming through broken glass

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released June 14, 2019

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