BLACKOUT

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released January 30, 2016

All music written by Paul Hundeby
All music performed by Paul Hundeby
All lyrics and vocals written and performed by Paul Hundeby
Tracking / Mixing / Produced by Paul Hundeby @ City Pro Recording
Mastering by Jack Shirley @ The Atomic Garden
Album front/back cover artwork by Anthony Grasso

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Track Name: Wolfspit
Deepest bowls of intuition,
Omniscient piece of shit,
Run, run, run, run.

Ghosts of former spells haunt my mind,
And the collective spirits hollowed out.

Spell it backwards,
and bring the whole civilization back through,
Back through time.

Doors are closed,
And I'm back,
Ward off while ducking out.

So crawl to me.

Seek lifelong reimbursement from fate,
Truth speaks louder than minds.
Faux enlightenment
Chewing out lies to blur the lines.
Blur the lines.
Track Name: Ceremonial Monster
With a sentiment of a broken horse,
Siphoned through the beaches,
The body began to lose its form,
Form.

"Down here where red flags are born,"
(A fire in my spine sends me into turmoil)
"Chinese proverbs line the walls."
(A poisonous smile as I fall)

No way out,
All roads leading in.

You will be forever chasing your spiritual tail.

Resonating to the lowest frequency,
playing the lowest card.

"Lost in the salt mines,"
(Continuous poise of a blacken isle)
"Choking is the melody and I'm singing along."
(How many factions conceived so vile?)

With a sentiment of a broken horse,
Siphoned through the beaches,
The body began to lose it's...

("Show me the indecipherable codes...
Point me to the ghost that already knows…
Seldom do I ever live, seldom did I ever live...")

"Lost in the salt mines,"
(Continuous poise of a blacken isle)
"Choking is the melody and I'm singing along."
(How many factions conceived so vile?)

No way out,
All roads leading in.

"Lost in the salt mines...
Fuck it, I'm already gone."
Track Name: BLACKOUT
"I should of noticed the signs,
Sleepless adolescent nights.
A part of me always invested in the downfall of my own kind."

Shouting always shouting,
Always shouting nothing.
Committed to forgetting it,
Pathways treaded lightly or not at all.

The slop is delivered to the troth,
and you'd best be eating it all up.

Serpentine, shut down.
Lost potential,
Shit excuse for a human being.
It's not hard to see when you're always awake,
I could be delusional,
but what is the point when the bar is set so low?
This season's blackout.

The slop is delivered to the troth,
and you'd best be eating it all up.

Black Out, Black Out, Black Out,
Black Out, Black Out, Black Out,
Black Out, Black Out, Black Out,
Black Out, Black Out, Black Out,
Black Out, Black Out, Black Out,
Black Out.
Track Name: Loner Wolf
"Comprised in conversations,
I communicate while being condemned..."

For not being, "all of the above."
Fuck if I feel anything anymore.

Narratives, "Sometimes I'm wrong,"
But it was you who refused the fight.

Gluttony, where have you been?
I didn't think I would be getting in bed with you again.

Narratives, Sometimes I'm wrong...

"I'm unsatisfied with my life,
With the holes I dug,
Wires I left plugged,
It's starting to not feel nice.
The dose of vows I took,
Along with hands I shook,
... It's starting to not feel nice."

"Ever since then, I have been so fucked up.
I live in the shadows, of things I wish to be loved by..."

Tonight it's you and me,
for the first and last time.

I don't know your figure but I've been seeing your frame.
Slowly losing your mind,
and wasting other people's time.

("I can't find a reason to be loved.
I can't find a reason.
I can't find a reason to be loved.
I can't find a reason.")
Track Name: Triune Brain
Melt into me,
my skin is your armor.
My veins are nothing but structures.
A failed response to being holy architecture,
For in this moment you are god.

"You are god."

The answers we sneak are but mere errors reflecting self,
The silences we create,
are not fears but fate,
still asking for more as we continue to dissolve.
Track Name: Deer Slayer
For I am never comfortable and always awake.
Molten rock flows freely through my spine.
Materials broken down,
The mind snaps like an unchartered fleshed out twig.
The impulse is ready and the scream cries out,
Meanwhile, a universe out there heard nothing.

"This ain't a sermon, it's a challenge.
Ignorance derived in factions."

You've been loving the same love,
Losing the same wars,
Hating the same hate.

Resisting everything, to be nothing.
I am not your god, I forgive nothing.

"I don't need an audience,
let these words fall upon death ears.
But let my voice be your rally cry,
And rally around me.
Because if you won't do it for yourselves,
Then do it for me.
A self made prophet,
A self sufficient prophecy."

"I won't die a slave."

They won't give warning,
Do not wait for war.
There is no nail to be driven if the nail cannot sustain.
We plead and prey but the response,
it's always the same.
"I am seamless, I remember nothing."

Nothing.
Track Name: Ill
"Lovers embrace,
swarms of claws.

From crown to ground,
Fear drives us closer."

The next biggest serial killer if you weren't such a coward.
("A coward... a coward.")
The next biggest serial killer if you weren't such a coward.
("A coward... a coward.")

Felt something of a life that binds,
Skinny figures with heart shaped holes.

Declawing my burning hoofs,
Hox genes unsubscribed.

In rapturing in occult.
But I know, lies form glaciers,
Claim just how pointless we really are.
If I never know, the ills of your name.
The next biggest serial killer if you weren't such a coward.
Track Name: Covert Messiah
"Harlequin ghost, putrid skin elected to become inside out.
In this hunting season, I'm killing you off."

"Light reflections shine in my eyes,
I've been falling asleep for quite some time."

"Tired of the meaningless answers I seek,
Alone I sleep under the family tree.
My existence fragile and weak,
Fuck reality for birthing me."

Creating cesspools of unfulfilled prophecies
Age of Faux Enlightenment.
You wanted us to fear for the god that was never ours,
Fucking ourselves in circles.
Track Name: Psalms Muted
From cunt to cross,
you are the same.
Born to die,
and going insane.

From cunt to cross,
you are the same.
Born to die,
and going insane.

"Freedom comes from the coffin,
Create notches in my spine,
you mark the days spent,
until I can feel whole again."

Freedom comes from,
from the coffin.

Destined to be gods,
chose to live in the dirt.
Bathe yourselves in fire,
transcend the mirror.

Moronic profits,
skinned alive and put down for this.
Moronic profits,
skinned alive and put down for this.

Destined to be gods,
but we chose to live in the dirt.

Eradicate, let it become the righteous dictation
Claim mountains speak to thee,
Fortified, be it onto treacherous seas.
Do not ask forgiveness,
Do not look for me.

I will save no world
That will not save itself.

"There is truth in every hostile,
I want to die but the world won't let me."
Track Name: Charlatan
There will be no grand symphony.
No exodus statues.
No religion generated mass sympathy.
"I should be afraid for my life,
but it was never mine."

"I should be afraid,
but we're out of time."

Religion as a government,
Is preference in execution.
Grab your guns and air out your minds.

You traded shaman for showmen,
Covered in filth but I still open eyes.

Ethnic cleansing as a social policy
("Fuck off.")
Trading tolerance for ignorance.
Cursing the ones that cast no stone.
Let your god grant you the strength...

For your downfall is coming soon
Same shit different religion
You're not evolving simply by subscribing.
All your titles are dead weight

"From the forefathers telling stories of false gods,
To the serial killers walking in our malls,
we're all just equally wrong.
You are equally just as wrong."
Track Name: Mountebank
"Don't count along,
Stale swan song.
We still cannot bring ourselves to compel ourselves.
Don't ask where the answer lays."

I ride,
these plains.

(I feel nothing but I'm everything.)

I know,
where the truth stays.

(I am nothing but I'm everything.)

Meanwhile a black hole doesn't give a shit.

(I feel nothing but I'm everything.)

Don't count along,
Stale swan song.
Circumvent yourself to an early grave.
I know where the truth stays.

From womb,
To tomb.

(I am nothing but I'm everything.)

I ride,
these plains.

(I feel nothing but I'm everything.)

"We mustn't die within narrower walls."

"Hands up to the spineless swine,
You can't hide subtlety in a crowd.
Serve and protect,
Fuck you."
Track Name: Pardon Our Dust
There is no excuse for fear in fate,
Just reasons to go crazy and pretend to escape.
Laws of coding erected, with hands wide open,
with laws of coding erected, with hands wide open,
like sloppy vagrants.
Come for a fight
or not at all.

"And if this is it,
Then we fucking knew we had it coming."

"You birthed a war, to save a dying whore.
You birthed a war, to save a dying whore."
Track Name: YOTFM
"Sound the fuck off,
or sound not at all."

Reap what you sow,
why hold back?

Savants forsaken,
Your father, mistaken,
You fear to fall but do nothing at all?

Entrapped, by revelations,
just another falsification.
Allegorical self fulfilling prophecy.

Dedication to the lowest forms of it
and unto the unraveling of not doing anything.

Ever, again

You want your happy medium.

Dedication to the lowest forms of it,
and unto the unraveling of not doing anything.

Ever, again.

You want your happy medium.

"And if this is it,
Then we fucking knew we had it coming."

"Laid them to rest in mass graves,
Buried your children in rich catacombs,
Now you're curious about the car bombs.
Come take a sip,
You wanted the holy water,
Melting pot of illegitimate metaphors.
And if this is it,
Then we fucking knew we had it coming."

"Laid them to rest in mass graves,
Buried your children in rich catacombs,
Now you're curious about the car bombs.
Come take a sip,
You wanted the holy water,
Melting pot of illegitimate metaphors.
And if this is it,
Then we fucking knew we had it coming."

"Laid them to rest in mass graves,
Buried your children in rich catacombs,
Now you're curious about the car bombs.
Come take a sip,
You wanted the holy water,
Melting pot of illegitimate metaphors.
And if this is it,
Then we fucking knew we had it coming."