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Blood Loss

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1.
To end your life is pure bravery To fail at life is life’s serenity At the age of twelve He decided to kill himself He decided, and confided In no-one, nobody else A bullet parts the sparrows And he never said a word Shit soul is bankrupt Making peace with early burial The smoke surrounded Grey grease for all And in a weak voice Screams “I want love!” “Maybe I’m already dead?” To end your life is pure bravery
2.
Rest your head on me I am your safety Rest your head on me I am your safety There is no elegant way To spit in your face To spit down your throat There is no elegant way To spit in your face To spit down your throat Rest your head on me I am your safety Rest your head on me I am your safety Rock bottom You or I? Forever? To spit in your face …? Or to spit in your throat? So let’s get on with it We can eat shit in the closet Vomit, drinking bowls of vomit Drinking, bleeding over you again But it smells good Awkward, my old, my old friend At the end of the world The hole is in us, trust me The drag, to a deeper drought My lord, it’s cold There are loves I sincerely, I sincerely Drowned in bulk-bought blood Breaking the tide Fading on our favours There is no elegant way To spit in your face To spit down your throat
3.
[There’s nothing But I’m drawn to that It may be late And we failed, and we fade out To fucking kiss oblivion] Horseshit Horse glue Tightens the skin Good for food Patient to Doctor: “I’m sorry we lost her” “I’m built for grieving You’re built for laughter” Lies, they’re fucking lies And they drip, in my insides, and outside [There’s nothing But choice without flattery And we’re paid as vagrants To fucking sit down] I’m sorry we lost her I’m afraid that it’s all in a mess Come to me, there’s death in them maps I’m afraid it’s all gagged “I’m glad that we lost her” Willing every night out Willing every night ever Your sun is down
4.
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We’ve lied for hours, engrossed With pleasure The searching The blood loss You are a part of “once loved you” You are a grave, with no smell Oh, who are we kidding? It smells, it’s filthy, it’s disgusting Lick your hands And all is null It’s null, but you …? [I want to tell you a story The future isn’t real The future is an imposter] I’ll be insane If that’s your notion of insane By the bus staring at puddles of oil Cull your memory Impossible Lower your lungs Lungs don’t work any more, send help Or a hearse We’re dead anyway So extra vehicles would be appreciated The snow Hate everything Corpses embraced the undead Eat trash Throw up Life is pointless The blood loss The future isn’t real Lungs don’t work any more
5.
We’ve been processed, we’re growing old Not long now, for limbs to fold We’ve been in protest, we’re growing old Not long now, four limbs to fold Cold, and dead, indeed Warming the second cousin’s sister’s Dank waterlogged bed Spitting piss on your friends Drinking blood on the weekend Shallow Always shallow Always weak Always weak And then shallow Drinking blood Drinking eyes on their merit, amniotic fluid Drinking the hearts, flesh in ice Drinking anything We’ve been processed, we’re growing old Not long now, for limbs to fold
6.
You were all the same This is why I can’t understand love It’s delightful, this misery Wipe clean and repeat It drips from the mouth I told you, I just broke off the air to the brain [Substances strong enough to support The putrefaction of the throat Lip service cracks to contort The half-cooked fables of a deluded union] Breach every lung, blindly Lick red nostrils and holes Eyelids as coffins Eyeholes filled now with scattered stones A neutered lens Wipe clean and repeat [This insufferable request For a conversation] The nightmare is not over The naked overview, oblique Smiling as a convict The night terror is you and me Our veins are a psychotic waste of sick lust Blood thickens faster with dust Lightning shrieks and impels The starving suns Jaded lovers roam Land-sick idols Death or nothing Despite the nothing Repeat
7.
Monday Applying the logic Of eating shit off the carpet Drinking bowls of vomit Dragging, it’s dripping over you I’m bleeding I’m leaking over you Rest your head on me I am your safety When I hear love songs I smell hospitals Smut, agony, and dirt I present my hands to sin The bit that they cut off at the sinew Tastes of nothing Portion control Or pain threshold

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released July 27, 2018

John Atkins - bass
James Bryant - guitar
Tom Fowler - guitar
Dimitris Fotis Sakellariou - drums
Nikolai von Stieglitz - vocals

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Wayne Adams at Bear Bites Horse, London UK, October 2017.

Artwork and design by Simon Fowler 2017-2018

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