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The Mass Saw Acres Of Chain

by Chronoboros

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1.
And I cope with your competence Blood herder What a competent shill Blood curdle in her A hard skin to not fuck with it Blood is like paint to her Black a sting out And it scrapes all the pain off of her Black Athena And so they said Where they coming? Come out and bring out your dead The ways, Of the whole Becoming A thing out of this World And the sight Is coming Gut it and take it away A thing Becoming Harvest of silence betray
2.
Kuphus 02:03
Rake! Your anti-pleasure is a smile And I rake it
3.
Ata 03:25
Where’s your time Where the coast casts a number to pay It always gets my time To conflate bodies and pieces that lay Lifetoach, where’s your time A caper long instrumental adobe Adorned like a god Fell orbicular a small tonne It comes and clears the coast at front bay It comes in sinister waves and breaches A way of life potential to it Cast lent for head, the feet are grey now A child’s skeletal remains
4.
The Clinic 02:20
I got my gut, my name When all the world is forgotten I carve and I carve my name Until it starts meaning something I howl and I howl my name Until I’m ripe for the coven
5.
Feod 06:04
Lies, I should have seen her Coming in Lies, I should have seen her cutting in Don’t waste my time Pride Where’s your forfeit Where’s your dial Vile What’s your cutaway? Running wild We’re all septic and spunky God-willing set up foray Sunken teeth in the garrotte A font secrete a coffin Lies, I should have seen her cutting in Don’t waste my fucking time Pride Where’s your forfeit Where’s your dial We’re all septic and spunky God-willing septic and free Sunken teeth in the garrotte When I think about something I think of her All semblance honed I feed off her All burnt up home
6.
Eternal Fuck 03:24
Bright Dread Set Follow/ The million that foster and waste away Stuck Sweat Spent Hollow/ Triumphant aware Adapt Fake Smile and narrow/ Contort in all kinds of miserable ways Cut Shade Estranged So long/ Go in for the vein Obey all the horror Try to sustain Crawl on your own terms Embrace your death drive
7.
Milky sap into the nether world Slit the pod and drink the eye Drop the bales into the shallow end Narco terrorists extend the blight Insurgent politics mask the real invaders Put to protect their crop and keep it on the rise
8.
Ledge 02:56
I made you a promise That I wouldn’t fall off this ledge Everyday I wake up to the comets Saying I will break my neck I wish you well But fuck the human race Fuck em What you run away Stick em I would anyway
9.
Preying people that fell off their ways fallen/ sullen Brightened reflection that paved man made enclave Spaying back to their comfortable ways gastric/ syphil/ swollen A cancerous cell corpse it away/ cap it/ floor it Blake black pollen The contracting logs and blistered sore heads Soaring abhorrent Past the neck-wide mouth and kiss the fruit snake sky Κάτω από έναν χημικό ουρανό
 Ανθρώπινα κούτσουρα θερίζονται Για να ριχτούν στην τοξικη πυρά Γυμνά κορμιά στιβαγμένα χυδαία Για τα πλέον φρικτά πειράματα Πλήρης απαξίωση της ανθρώπινης υπόστασης
 Το άκρον άωτον της διαστροφής Ελιτιστές δήμιοι ψεκάζουν πανούκλα Φυλακισμένες θα βιαστούν 
Λεχώνες θα μολυνθούν φρικτά Έμβρυα θα θυσιαστούν Άρρωστα κορμιά θα εγχειριστούν χωρίς αναισθησία Για να μελετηθούν δεόντως Κανείς δεν ξεφεύγει ζωντανός
 Κανείς δεν ξεφεύγει ζωντανός
10.
It was supposed to be a stakeout And I don’t know what just got in my head The fish was to be let off Borderline idiotic and a waste of good breath It kindled with spirits The ones that haunt and deceive as they tell In turn to subjugate No point in serving lies The better fish has won What better way to die A custom casket shaped like eye A newborn’s fear saline
11.
Anorak 04:57
We’re bending Unsure of The consequence Controllers In need of space Turnover Trace turnover Turn over And distil pet your hate Get over Patent space offer Enormous A legion warm trench

credits

released November 11, 2019

Guitars/Throat - Nikos Zalimoglou
Bass - Nikos Tzamalis
Drums - Iasonas Mitsios

*Guest Vokills on Unit 731 by Panos Agoros

All music written and performed by Chronoboros
All lyrics written by Nikos Zalimoglou (except where noted)
Unit 731 lyrics co-written by Panos Agoros

Recorded live at AUX Studio Feb 2019
Recorded and mixed by Giotis Paraskevaidis
Recording Assistant: Chris Brito
Produced by Giotis Paraskevaidis and Chronoboros
Mastered by Carl Saff

Artwork and layout by Sealitwithsilver

Out on vinyl by Body Blows Records, Sweetohm Recordings, and Nothing To Harvest Records

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