Fever Kingdoms

by Pyrrhon

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Recorded by Dan Pilla at Bad Lab Studios in Tabernacle, NY in August 2009.

Mastered by Colin Marston at The Thousand Caves Studios in Queens, NY in September 2009.

Cover by Caroline Harrison.

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released November 22, 2010

Released 22 November 2010
All songs written by Pyrrhon.

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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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Track Name: King of All Tears
Come out of the circle!

We weep for the terror in your eyes
We disseminate our filth in the air
We thirst for the rape of your mind
We weep for the end of this aeon

We weep for the weakness of your flesh
We invite you to the cells of razor steel
We hail from the bearing without name
We weep for the end of this world

Total abjection at the end of every path
We shall awaken every sick thought you’ve dared to have
You’ll beg for forgiveness, prostrate yourself and bare your throat
Our satisfaction in subsuming all you are

The air riots with sickness when we walk your plane
Reality—fragile
Turncoats and deviants offer prayers to our name
See our mirror-face and despair

Total abjection at the end of every path
We shall awaken every sick thought you’ve dared to have
You’ll beg for forgiveness, prostrate yourself and bare your throat
Our satisfaction in subsuming all you are

Come out of the circle!

We weep for the terror in your eyes
We disseminate our filth in the air

We weep for the weakness of your flesh
We invite you to the cells of razor steel

The fever kingdoms, all the outside realms
Bursting with mind-pus
Lacerating chords from the scalpel choir
Parasites in your mouth, cancer on your breath

Bow down to the King-Of-All-Tears
Track Name: Biblioclast Waltz
Each breath a shredded page
Each heartbeat a crack in the spine
Dancing to screams from deleted lines
I march for clarity
With each step I am more despised
Force me to writhe in rational confines
You whisper a prayer a day
“Deliver, o Lord, his demise”
But bolts from the blue never darken the skies

Debunk the lies
Dominion defied
Open mind’s eye

Tangle my mind, sever my senses
Bury me
Pluck out my eyes, bind my fragile limbs
Bury me
Sew my mouth shut, fill my ears with clay
Bury me
Whitewash my thoughts, replace my soul with yours
Bury me

Constraints hobble your mind
Deaf, dumb and blind
Rifle through the text
For answers you can’t find

Open your eyes, abandon the book
Track Name: God's Parabola
Pelting east on 295
Redlight causeways drawn into the night
Giants idiotic
Standing watch with sightless eyes
Saw them first when I was young
Thought their watch was ageless
But I’m grown and wizened
And now I know their transience

I have dreamed
Let me tell you what I saw
Banks decomposing like martyrs
Hospitals vomiting disease
Expressways writhing in green
Cities fail
Blink out of existence
Like Christmas lights in February
Every song and soul you’ve ever loved
Swallowed up by entropy

God's parabola
Carries us into the dust
Drunk on virtue and vice
Blinded by lust

Power plants blowing to pieces
Dousing the land in gloaming,
And the giants fall
The work of ages
Lapsing into bruise-dark night

God's parabola
Carries us into the dust
Drunk on virtue and vice
Blinded by lust

I see iniquities absolved and a land whitewashed
Where Christ and Lennon are unknown names

We fight and we play
Beneath crumbling steel giants
We never notice the difference
We never feel ourselves falling

Like rats given the run of a sinking ship
Track Name: Baudelaire
I worship the wicked
Thriving on decay
I worship the wicked

Where you see corruption
The splendid meets my eyes
Collecting every blasphemy
Caresses for my soul
The process of unmaking
Creation in itself
Take form through entropy
It’s mine and mine alone

Inverting every law
My hands imbrued in filth
Chapels turned to landfills
Frolicking in pus
This is the new aesthetic
Splendor photonegative
I am the new ascetic
Postulating slime

Splendor in decay
Grandeur in spoilage
Magnificent ruination
Beauty burgeoning

I am Baudelaire
My vision will endure
Track Name: Pascal's Wager
Try to justify faith numerically
Suffer through the proof
Hope it helps you sleep

Reject reason instrumental
In keeping with your kind
Reducing your God to a roll of the dice

Betray every principle
Losing sight of goals
Force it to coherence
Got to make it work

Self deception
Crafted confusion

If God is a gamble
Belief becomes an empty bet
If faith makes the difference
Then what’s a man to do
Convince the divine
Of sacred belief
By our own interest
I’m hardly convinced