An Excellent Servant But a Terrible Master
by Pyrrhon
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An Excellent Servant But a Terrible Master
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New Parasite
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Glossolalian
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Idiot Circles
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Correcting a Mistake
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Gamma Knife
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Flesh Isolation Chamber
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A Terrible Master
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credits
released 07 February 2011
Guitars - Dylan DiLella
Vocals - Doug Moore
Bass - Erik Malave
Drums - Alex Cohen
All Music by Pyrrhon
All Lyrics by Doug Moore
Recorded and Mixed by Dan Pilla at Bad Lab Studios in Tabernacle, NJ (January 2011)
Mastered by Colin Marston at The Thousand Caves in Queens, NY (February 2011)
Artwork and logo by Caroline Harrison
Released by Selfmadegod Records September 2011
Guitars - Dylan DiLella
Vocals - Doug Moore
Bass - Erik Malave
Drums - Alex Cohen
All Music by Pyrrhon
All Lyrics by Doug Moore
Recorded and Mixed by Dan Pilla at Bad Lab Studios in Tabernacle, NJ (January 2011)
Mastered by Colin Marston at The Thousand Caves in Queens, NY (February 2011)
Artwork and logo by Caroline Harrison
Released by Selfmadegod Records September 2011
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"Outré as they get, everything Pyrrhon do emanates from an obsidian death metal core - just that this music is that much more expressive, its impact that much more disquieting than almost anything else in the genre."
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- Track Name: New Parasite
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The subway tunnels sigh
Damp air rushing up through oiled grates
Drawn from phlegmy pools
That fester beneath the streets
Avert your eyes and grit your teeth
This too shall pass
The gutters are packed with strangled souls
This too shall pass
The steel is melting, the mortar is crumbling
This too shall pass
My words will fade and these pages will rot
This too shall pass
My fingers trace tile walls
And caress the crass graffitos
That fill the pits and cracks
Like eczema crusting a scar
Avert your eyes and grit your teeth
This too shall pass
The gutters are packed with strangled souls
This too shall pass
The steel is melting, the mortar is crumbling
This too shall pass
My words will fade and these pages will rot
This too shall pass
Above, the world buzzes
Wires, fridges, flickering fixtures
Commercial jingles and radio chatter
Blaring klaxons and whispering mendicants
The city has fallen ill
Its foundations sink into muck
Avert your eyes and grit your teeth
This too shall pass
The gutters are packed with strangled souls
This too shall pass
And I crawl the streets
Gobbling its corrupted flesh
Even as it sickens me
Oh, how the angels kiss my senses
And how the fear shrouds my mind
As the beast dies all around me
I could not feel more alive - Track Name: Glossolalian
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I’ve invented new words
For the work that we’ve done together
Painful neologisms
Carved in your warm flesh
Scrawled in your torn flesh
Read deep into my nonsense
And I hope you fucking choke
On all it doesn’t say
My voice has become toxic
Weaponized vowels
Acid gibberish
Snake, you coil in my home
And among my clothes
I’ve done all that I can
To drive you away
This is the last resort
Of a cornered animal
I know it’s wrong
Like fists full of barbed wire
I know it’s wrong
Like nightstick abortions
But I must vent this poison
Before it kills me
This is not justice
But that doesn’t make a bit of difference to me
Blood will always out
And you deserve the worst - Track Name: Idiot Circles
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We find ourselves lost
In a maze of our own design
The signposts have all burned down
And we fade by the day
When the wind blows,
I shed dried-up morals
Like leaves in autumn
Or dead skin cells,
Desiccated by years of misuse,
And left to fill the guts of mites
And muffle spiders’ footfalls
Oh, that we could forget
And turn our eyes from the floodwaters
But even a liar like me
Knows that we must drown
Show me that the things that you value
Have value since you value them
We can feel meaningful
Because it means we have meaning
Let’s hoard grains of sand
And worship junk data
Let’s build a palace of static
And lose ourselves inside
Let’s march around and around and around again
All the debased logic
The spent, weathered values
And the ashes of intentions
Bear their witness against me
I can hear them every hour
I can hear them every day
Ten billion orphans
Screaming in the abyss - Track Name: Correcting a Mistake
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When the bombs fell
We were in the hospital
Receiving the good news
The test results burst into flames
In the doctor’s hands
Glass perforated your healing skin
Overpressure broke our embrace
Shrapnel amputated your smile
And I learned what silence means
When the bombs fell
All the confusion fell away
And the earth was made simple again
When I awoke
I tasted blood and cinders
Like lubricants of change
A dying orderly told me
It was quick and painless for you
As his ribs broke through his skin
It was not quick or painless for him
Is it wrong to feel relieved?
Maybe this was for the best
Someone told me there was a plan
They’re making this world a better place
One mess at a time+9 - Track Name: Gamma Knife
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The men gave me back my papers
Because they cannot not harm me anymore
They said I could read the words
But would not understand them
“Corpses without fingerprints
Locked doors and black helicopters
Searchlights from the sky
Human traffic in cargo containers
Cities drowning in tar
Deserts crisscrossed by cyclone fences
A constant low buzzing
And somebody laughing from far away
“My walls have all grown eyes
And my steps are fettered by wires
“And then it appears
The final, grand absurdity
A great, silent heart
Sprouting vein-trees and capillary branches
Rendered obsolete
And spinning lonely through the ice”
The men took their needles and entered my mind
And they sutured up the bad thoughts
They say that it was for the best
But I know that part of me is missing now - Track Name: The Architect Confesses (Spittlestrand Hair)
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I built a man
With a clockwork heart and gravel hands
He sees no color and hears no music
I let tumors clog a throat that leads
To a Moebius stomach
Castrated and engorged
Priapism of the mind
A victim of circumstance
I built a woman
With bathroom-floor skin and spittlestrand hair
Her breasts yield up poison
And I filled her skull with sobs and tears
Her womb is ripe with future
She waits and whispers
My hands shake
Stained, calloused hands
They know my guilt and my pride
They wait with her for grandchildren
With their clockwork hearts
And gravel hands
With bathroom-floor skin
And spittlestrand hair
They curse their maker
And sharpen their knives
The best of intentions
Spawn the foulest beasts
I deserve what’s coming for me
It will be a relief - Track Name: Flesh Isolation Chamber
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Two-way mirrors and guard towers
Behind every pair of eyes
The prison is there
Whether or not you can see it
And we’re each locked down alone
With the sound of our nerves fraying
The lightbulbs are cameras, and the keyholes are cameras
Even the bricks are cameras
With cataracts in their lenses
And morons watching their screens
Which is worse:
Always being watched
Or never being seen?
An anonymous god in his cell
Begins to fear drowning in his own filth
Calling out for deaf guards,
Battering the prison walls
With bloody fists and blistered feet
With pleasure and pain
Joy and sorrow and indifference.
Which is worse:
Always being watched
Or never being seen?
Neurotransmitters shut down
And drops of serotonin blur his vision
As he despairs of finding a way out - Track Name: A Terrible Master
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I can’t ever seem to sleep
And the TVs leer as they parody me
Their chatter sucks the air from whole rooms
No matter how many I turn off
Is this really how the world sees me?
Is the screen the lens of the mind’s eye?
I can feel myself shrink as the wilderness grows
And the microchips chirp in mocking conspiracy
The dying newspapers boil over with rumors
And no one can hear the bombs bursting from here
The charlatan experts prey on our fear
And the doctors prescribe palliative insecticides
For cancers they planted themselves at your birth
And the books are bound up with third-hand hearsay
But who can be trusted to pick out the liars?
I’d do to them what they’re doing to me
I can feel myself shrink as the wilderness grows
And the microchips chirp in mocking conspiracy
‘Round here
Ninety million tons of concrete
Press down
On their tired eyes and soft frames
‘Round here
Their brains collapse before their bodies
White noise
Clogging every orifice like glue
I haven’t slept in weeks
A lifetime has passed and I don’t know a thing
And I don’t give a fuck what happens to me
All I want is to go to sleep
