Blood Loss

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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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SONGS IN THE KEY OF SHIT#

Ex-members of Palehorse, Million Dead and I Want You Dead.

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Track Name: Suitcase Full οf Exposure
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
Track Name: Fuck a Church
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
Track Name: Sonic Euthanasia
[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
Track Name: Pelican’t
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
Track Name: Limbs to Fold
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
Track Name: Whitney Houston, We Have a Problem
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
Track Name: Tastes of Nothing
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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