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Abscess Time

by Pyrrhon

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1.
Abscess Time 05:11
Swollen, it swelters in its veil of flesh Contagion restrained by a trembling crust The stench of our failures, confined under pressure Fermenting in darkness, awaiting a rupture Liquid debasement perverting the body And when our old cells can hold back no longer And the murmur of sepsis grows too loud to smother Our sins will burst forth for the whole world to see Our ocean of pale, sickly sweetness flowing free Fluid confession consuming the city The rush of our pus will bleach the cruel streets For when all is corruption, no act is obscene
2.
Down at Liberty Ashes The rigs run thousand-store routes That take 14 hours if the trashbags ain’t bladed Or belching out flames from the stow The drivers chomp pills to push through without stopping They’re hiring more help out of pocket If those flunkies get bodied by garbage or wheel, well This business got costs, ya know And hey, they all had a choice Anyway, they all had a choice Down in Okie, the judge gave God a hand Snatching up cons from jail for the plant Where their work would make them free From addiction, mincing chickens On the state’s dime, chained to the line, stricken The work’s grisly, but the profit’s tidy And they chose those mangled hands Over prison Out on the plains, he slams booze and weed To smother remembrance of rancid sliding grain Compressing his lungs, like industry’s crumbling teeth In that dire silo where they pulled him free But lost both his friends, still in their teens Submersed in the corn, crushed out of shape Like his Busch cans, their livid limbs Twisted and washed out with the feed Hours later, the fruits of subsidy Still studded their cold skin, like a golden plague They’d just listened to their managers They should have chosen better They always had a choice and they made it They got the contracts They signed on the lines that were dotted And they couldn’t read the fine print But even so, they knew this: This big machine eats everything And the only way out’s Through a hole in the ground
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The old days look so rich Resplendent in retrospect Your milky lenses reflect, refract Glinting with the sweat of the lean years When you’re sliced up whip-thin No more marbled fat, just gristle and fear You were swollen with moments to lose, when The digits dialed up their demand: “Choose:” “Trade time for our tender or fade like a bruise,” So you fed yourself in, you fed yourself in And everything’s efficient now You praise the daily miracles That tumble from each slice of blue Light that models, fosters fools Oh, you know it felt just fine To live surveilled, revealed inside Each thought coded and catalogued To hide nothing, nothing at all And what a subtle price you paid Grey flab strip-mined like clay For canny chips to carve away And those artfully arbitraged wounds Seeped spirit into the gloom Where sieves abide, unseen by your side Discerning the churning, confined lusts that drive you And when your flensed focus ran thin Your shameful suckling began With thirst unslaked, you’d take and take The patent cures and devil’s bargains So in the end, those fatty folds Weren’t worth so much at all Just another flipped commodity One more thing your old self owned But God, you were so rich In the head, way back Not broke, blind, or slack Like the lean years
5.
Rise and praise the hungry sky Another day in paradise This pantheon franchises dreams Potemkin zealot, you ain’t guaranteed Endless sainted light Your rented cell’s a trap to feed A hallowed spot you barely keep So get them swaying, draw a crowd Seed your word inside their mouths You’re praying smarter You’re praying harder You’re spieling your blessings Like a street-corner barker ‘Cuz you can’t be shy, seeking favor divine It’s a victimless sin to build your schtick a shrine And there’s no percentage in heaven Knowing your woes In the pros, you’ve got peers Who’d give up a limb To shiv and supplant you So buck up, heed those better angels Offer bland benedictions and false cheer And with a little luck Plus some real proselytic talk You’ll ascend above the muck Gain traction in the empyrean Meet the gatekeepers, grip their grease Exalt the flock you plan to fleece Preach pro bono, damn the costs Enrich your soul before your grace is lost So whenever your account is down Look on the bright side Until the jig’s up and you’re cast out You can still bathe In every dawn’s fanged limelight Here in paradise
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Once we made our home in the trees Lived innocent, vicious, free ‘til our souls hung thick on the boughs The rent went up, we got squeezed out Fanning out on empty russet plains We scored channels into the clay Scheming to siphon the rivers and rains Longing for lushness and somewhere to stay Then bodies of martyrs swelled the headwaters Then dust bloomed where our lifesblood once guttered Then black rot hollowed out our crops and our daughters Then the land’s lords made their offer: bondage or slaughter So it’s time to move house again Hauling our memories over the mountains And seas, to some other benighted land For space to subdue, a new life at a bargain Where we’ll take whatever we need To live is to lust; progeny demands greed But by time’s cruel hand, we’re reborn again as lessees On farms, in cities, in factories The settings keep shifting, the gentry’s names change But the tale and our role are always the same Tomorrow’s eviction: the price we’re born to pay Possession’s iron law, the timeless tenant’s way And now the ground shifts under our feet And our debts shadow us into our sleep So that we never rest, we just slave for a seat At the table of gold, as if we’re not the feast Like cattle we are butchered, like kings they will eat For the landless and luckless are such easy meat And the cost of our living will only increase
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Overwinding 01:40
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Despised are minds that sweat their debt Spill their guts with bitter breath Buck against the work harness By the bottom line Stow your tired sorrow; everyone’s depressed And no investor favors assets in distress You’ll get froze out if your drive is in doubt So stand up straight, clean up your mess It’s time to recoup what you owe It’s time to make some margins grow You joined the portfolio at the moment of birth Time to cover your cost, time to yield your worth Become your best self Persist to produce, deny yourself rest Maintain, by false health be blessed For every pain repressed, a palliative caress Keeps you by wealth possessed Laboring for change, straining to impress The market is cornered The future is clear You’ll serve with a smile Or die of despair
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Wounded and weak But still dangerous I’m hissing and spitting With my back to the precipice No hope for a clean escape Violence will have the final say Adrenaline floods bloodied limbs For the dance of the desperate With my last breath, I’ll make you pay Rely on primal instinct Until silence displaces pain I’ll greet the end with claws and teeth
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Solastalgia 03:59
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We mourned you Before you were born Shed tears for all you’d never know The quiet bite of fresh snow The cry forlorn Of insects and sparrows Wind in the trees, harvesting Drained leaves, splendor-worn Or scattering dew, in the dregs of spring An August sun that hangs warm And nurtures the earth’s largesse Not some fatal furnace Suspended in darkness For these, we mourned You inherit the dust, sons and daughters Perfect silence, endless summer And you’ll live, live, live Fierce and hardened By the end, forever nigh You’ll scavenge fat From the land’s shriveled carcass But never thrive, never forgive Us, who drank the world dry And thirsting still, poured you in Whose same spasms blind Bind you by the brainstem And so you’ll strive Through the heat and the stillness With a strength we could not teach For it was nature’s to give You inherit the dust, sons and daughters Perfect silence, endless summer
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You’re gonna begin The way you will end Among your brothers You’ll grow low cunning Stretch scrabbling limbs longer Twitch your greedy whiskers Make a friend of your hunger You’ll learn to aspire, eye the climb up the ladder Master the tunnels, subsisting on refuse Keep tabs on your rivals, picking off the weakest Take the old pleasures from flesh that runs slower Gonna swim deep in the sewers ‘Cuz you’re built for oiled waters Sometimes your coarse mind will wonder Why the spoils ain’t sweeter Why you can’t quell your yearning What’s hollow in your nature Later you’re larded, a royal weight-thrower Nestled in your cortege of suck-ups and betas Tails tangled up; common filth brings you closer Gonna go greyer, wonder why you’re so tired Bound to your bootlickers while the flooding creeps higher No longer seaworthy, the knotted clan’s squirming The rain is coming down, the gutters are bleeding No crown will spare your kind from what you’ve got coming The final instinct will be recursive gnawing Among your brothers

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New York's shape shifting, extreme metal quartet, PYRRHON announce their landmark full length album titled, Abscess Time to be released on June 26, 2020 via Willowtip Records. The 12 song album - running nearly 60 minutes - follows the bands 2017, critically acclaimed release of What Passes For Survival, and shows the band at their most sophisticated, alluring, and inventive. Poised with perpetual evolution, PYRRHON reveal how fearless, sonically explosive, and triumphant experimental death metal can be.

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released June 26, 2020

Recorded, mixed, mastered in January 2020 by Colin Marston at The Thousand Cave, NYC
Album artwork by Caroline Harrison
Photos by Caroline Harrison

Pyrrhon is:
Dylan DiLella - guitars
Erik Malave - bass, vocals
Steve Schwegler - drums
Doug Moore - vocals

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Pyrrhon New York, New York

"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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