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Arms / Seizures Split

by Arms

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1.
Encapsulated, snapshots. I stink of your disgusting body, Of where skin should be. Disappointment. So, I need someone to destroy me. Fucking destroy me. Age, is the faith of what it will bring. Destruction, is the promise of new beginnings. Resuscitate the prey. Castrate the concepts, tossed into the pits that dreams are killed within. 
 My huddled shell,  your tight fit. Glorified spine. I suck your lies. I bleed your Christ.
 I say it's over when I know it's damn well over. I kill myself for the world to see, Because violence is the only way it'll notice me.
 (Tongues) I've crawled from sea to land, Just to become a disposable man. Disgusting collagen binds, But all I do, Is float in extracellular space.
 A branded calf, the half assed past, to shelter what a fucking dark and disgusting collection of thought we all aspire to be. Fucking destroy me.
 I'll stalk myself to the edge of creation... I will follow it to the ropes, And you fucking know I won't stop swinging. Resuscitate the prey. My corpse blackened and charred, By the insistent breath of your fucking mouths. My huddled shell,  your tight fit. Glorified spine. I suck your lies. I bleed your Christ. I am Mother Nature, and the mouth breather before her. This art is a just smudge of ash covered in rust. Nuclear fucking meltdown, (Violence is the only way) Somewhere in the seedy part of hell, (Violence is the only way) and I’m diving right in.

2.
Junk Witch 04:25
So much love to give, In my tar pit. Cold lips cracked, As map lines became stretch marks. Scars to, my burning face, my face. Carved out of that old lustful tree. It’s decadence challenged by no one. I see through your cracked mirror of implied sanity, Everyone shattered with it like glass in front of me. Junk witch. Just a trash god. In your kingdom of filth. Yeah, that's you. Junk witch. Where you flow, Rivers of slaves. On the scale of nothing And slammed complexes. You excrete their scum, Challenged by no one. Junk Witch… Just a trash god. In your kingdom of filth. Yeah, that's you… Coagulated sick… God of fucking Imps. Crowned, as your drool drips down. Yeah, you know that's fucking you… Eulogy evaporated. Now immediately forgotten after death. Junk Witch.

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released May 1, 2018

All music written by Arms
Vocals by Paul Hundeby
Additional Vocals by Chad Kapper of Frontierer
Guitar by Michael Hollinger
Additional guitar by Paul Hundeby
Bass by Quinten O'Neal
Drums by John Chapman
Tracked/Mixed/Produced by Paul Hundeby
Mastered at West West Side Music by Alan Douches
Artwork by Anthony Grasso
Additional layout and design by Cameron Miller
Split 7" to be released on Dark Trail Records

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