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Volume 4

by Mathcore Index

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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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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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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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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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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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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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Mathcore Index sifts out the quality from the endless sands of music so you don't have to yourself.

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released October 25, 2017

Artwork by Karl Frandsen: www.facebook.com/FrandsenArt
Layout by Tamás Bakó: www.facebook.com/apbtbp
Logo by Keith Carlson: www.facebook.com/HBnBM
Special thanks to Willowtip Records: willowtip.com

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