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Fever Kingdoms

by Pyrrhon

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1.
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
2.
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
3.
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
4.
Baudelaire 04:04
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
5.
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

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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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