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When every step of my progress
Consists of no real change
I must observe my inner rodent
Flailing in a maze
To suffocate underneath the weight of my
shameful ways rotten shallow and debased
I’ll be a martyr cowering before their
Faces contorted to appease your holy whims
Tell me why must repression
Be intrinsic to escaping fear
I will not rest till you’ve told me
Where has all the courage gone
We used to hold
When will we ever come to terms
With our baseless legacy of fear
We’re unworthy of these
Blind castrated martyrs
Peddling weakness from the grave
An illusion given time is cement that we grind
Underfoot as the destitute and ravenous horde helplessly falls in line
Blisters crack and boil
Lattice made to foil
Impulses we demonize
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et the floorboards speak
until we float into the next room
above scarlet stained tile
from walls to teeth
they've said enough
now be still
listless
fall into roses, bloom
may this grave be beautiful
may the scenery suit you
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Ça - Au Grand Jour
07:23
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Hey,
death blood of the usket
bleeds forth from his face
as he defects welcoming heat death
in a state of disbelief
severed and displaced
from the heat of fetal emulsion
all that's left's appendices
a fixed empirical angle
and a sharp new set of teeth
give me your violence
in the dead of night
my religion is dying
the fabric of this slutworld
behold the hyperbitch
militant anomalies respirate
death drugs of the future
in the lungs of dangerous
cults and their purveyors
deafend headed straight for Edmonton
there was a time I did not try to deny
dissident flange orbitals.
initiate mission deliver kindness
my dear knight are you dying too
now that you're alone
I thought so.
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no. stop. ur last chance bowed out while doubting our ground. ur burnt out. burnt out. sighs disguised as exhales. entrances. you drink the rest of your drink. cough on your own spit. ur a coronary murderer, or are you. asking for another data analyst.
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Fuir, gaspiller l'errance, sublimer l'intuition d'un manège, épuisé ; comme happé par l'attention d'une énième épave. À l'ombre. À l'ombre du confort. À l'ombre retenue d'une prétendue utopie ; que les enfants crient, que l'homme souffre, que la femme, souveraine, nous épie. Neutre, vide et pleine, la contemplation érigée en étendard ; bien qu'un charnier de guingois, dressé tel un mur se fasse voir. À l'ombre. À l'ombre du confort.
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Dimitree - Nymphomaniac
03:24
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I am the law. I am authority. I remember my days out sea. I'm haunted by the moon as a door. At the floor of the ocean. I can still hear the voices. In his house, the dread waits sleeping. In his house, my eyes were seeking. He awakens. Rising from the depths. The eyes of madness are searching to and fro. Run and hide. Run for your life. My nightmares are coming true. Maniacal, I'm lucid. This is violent. Awaken. Paralyzed by chaos and those eyes. Raging eyes
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You change your mind almost as much
as you change clothes
so let’s settle down and figure out this situation
and we try new things
to see if our bodies were paying attention
and we try new foods
to see if our taste buds were paying attention
they were so acute
I don’t need your diagnosis,
and I don’t need your extroversion
to know I’m not perfect
and I’m taking this one problem at a time
it’s not an imbalance in hormones
but in chemistry
we never learned to balance those equations
I don’t need your diagnosis
I don’t need your extroversion
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Grizzly - Bitch Cruncher
01:11
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ut he better yeah the shittier the weather with the cancer eating away,
Trend setter, Yeah? Fuckin bed wetter with the shit dripping down his knees
Yeah?? Fuck yeah, I don’t care. I don’t want it, should’a caught it, but I’m already there.
And in the middle little itty bitty shitty bits of nitty gritty gather round me, I don’t care, What?
Feel the sky split the earth with the crust cutting deeper to be
What I have’s all I got born in the toss of the sea
I don’t know when it started I don’t know where it ends
It’s sticking to the kicking puckered planet and the waters dripping up it again
Hold on, Drag the hooch
Hold on, Grab the roots
but he better now he shittier than ever with the wind staring back at him
well he watches the world thrown up in the arches of death he begins to grin
shit out the bowels of god
the greatest show on earth
raze
Hold on
Drag the hooch
Hold on
Grab the roots
Clutch up the earth
into its
throngs
of piss
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A chance encounter, turned into a hunt.
I was reluctant, but you had to insist.
Between us, if I could choose one I'd choose neither.
Burn the ship, leave the city in ashes.
Dope sick with anger, sticky sweet with hate.
I still hear you, I can only hope you hurt.
Shivering on a lonely night.
A noseless face warmed by spite.
I never knew what to say.
If only they made a card for this type of thing.
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keeping to ourselves, we maintain. structures are built subjectively to restrict finite realities. you claim you want your eyes to be open to the filth that you stand on. but, truly you cannot conceive of the walls that you've made for yourself and what realities that they keep at bay. warping perception. preserving my anger. with no recollection i am sieving my own humanity. i am held into place by string that weakens along with my morale. their fibers both separate. along with my morale.
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meth. - Elder Body
00:59
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Mico - Vortice
01:47
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Torcer
Oigo voces
Farsa insondeable
Nunca se saben callar
Ciegan la diosa
Persiguiendo frutos para adornar
Sin saber que muere lento
Invaluable piel mortal
Devora todo calor
Cabeza con grietas de sol
Se silenciará
Giratorio descenso infernal
Pide muerte ya
Sigue la danza
Decadente
Reduciéndome al azar
Ante los ojos que he arrancado
Cuervo criado fiel
Olvido lo que no puedo procesar
Ingiero todo calor
Cabeza que sangra fuego
En claustro glacial
Recipiente que se vencerá
En silencio
Espiral salvaje
Desciendo
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dead, I am dead inside
Sadistic, throw a life away
Face, a plastic mask
At a loss
at a whisper
Fragile what you say
Sadistic, throw a life away
Hide it in the past
All was lost
All was taken
Watch her fade away
answers lie in muddy memories,
and when it rains the buried bones begin to show
Bones alone
White and cold
Bones alone...
Soothing empty hunger pangs
Squeeze the breath away
at a loss
at a whisper
Fragile wings decay
Empty heart, in an empty chest
All is emptiness
All was lost
All was taken
Watch her fade away
answers lie in muddy memories,
and when it rains the buried bones begin to show
Bones alone
White and cold
Bones alone
White and cold
Bones alone
White and cold
...emptiness
dead, I am dead inside
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Far from myself, I see
The crooked bones that support me
My body's weight in thievery
And restlessness
The blood's stains
The blood's lust
The gold on your eyes makes your lids heavy
But this is what we accept
Ignore the elephant in the room
The giants and the mammoths that parade their way
Through your dreams until you invite them to stay
Water, filthy, shivers down your throat
Sitting at your feet I see the stains on your shoes
And your jacket stretched from the coins in your pocket
That reach for the ground in hopes of freedom
I tug at your pant leg
And untie your laces
And tried to be the man you were
Until I became the man I am
And realized how wrong you were
You should have covered your insides
So I never had the chance to spill your guts
But now the floor is riddled with your intestines
And I can
follow the
trail out the door
I don't know
if there was
a right way
to do this
But I was
Sick, sick, sick of doing it your way.
Sick, sick
Far from myself, I see
The crooked bones that support me
My body's weight in thievery
And restlessness
I never thought I would lose you to my own hang ups
But I am not the fool here
I never pretended when I told you I loved you
I stopped saying it because I did not want to start pretending
I'm not the actor here
I'm not the poisonous
You wore me as a trophy
That you won despite yourself
But you paraded it so much the plastic began to break away
The gold paint began to peel
So all that's left is an empty foundation
That reads, "World's Best Dad"
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20. |
Puncture - Binary Soul
04:04
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NO REST FOR THE WORKIN' MAN
Taking orders without seeing
Constant movement without meaning
Keep your dead down
Never look your rulers in the eye
Worship the crown
Dont speak out unless you wish to die
Fall into line
Dont break the line
Don't break the routine
It's the monotony that keeps us safe
You're simple machines
Just keep working and you'll know no strafe
Fall into line
Dont break the line
Fall into line
Dont break the
Line
If you can just work through the day
Well then everything will be okay
if you can just work through the night
well then everything will be alright
Just work those fingers
to the bone
And don't you fret
you're not alone
Your sons and daughters
take your place
new contestants
in the great rat race
(You'll make it to that island scene
Just keep up your daily routine)
It's all bull shit*
Just believe you'll live the dream
But don't wake up for then you'll see
It's all bullshit
It's all bullshit
Keep walking
Keep working
Keep slaving
Keep Behaving
Fall into line
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Nostrils caked in black dried blood
No hands in candles
No twin
No singing
Bang bang, way out in the distance
No glove, no love
Are you there? Are you listening?
It casts a shadow over Tennessee
Are you there? Are you listening?
I'll show you bubble and squeak
Bang bang
In my dreams, my teeth fall out and I crawl
Packing the dirt
The wind quits
And I put my ear to the ground
There's coffee downstairs every morning
I'll hide you under cover of tables
The flies won't touch you
You'll never be tempted
Any trembling you get is just dress rehearsal
I'll hide you when there's no shelter outside
Your cradle is a louse
Your bedspread runs ragged with mud and cigarettes
Posted high on the atoll
Silver mountains and quiet hiccups
The sickening, foul moon won't shine pain on your face
I'll just flit through the dark like a corpulent eel
Your comet falls overhead
You've left everything in a train that is pulling away from the station
Your teeth are forever falling out of your head
Your comet falls overheard
It straightens and falls to the earth
I bite
And I dance
And I pray
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