Morbid Thoughts EP

by public confession

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a. throat
e. throat/guitar
t. bass
x. drums.

album art by Sophie Penrose.
logo/ 10" layout THM
jacket T. Bvtcher

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released November 13, 2013

Written, recorded and released by the Cult of Melancholia.

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Track Name: Imagined Territory
Ruptured dreams,
Fields of fiends.
Engorged veins,
Falling cranes.

What's left unsaid,
What's left to rot.
What's left to chance,
Turns to morbid thoughts.
Track Name: Terminal Velocity
No one cares,
No one's there.
Track Name: Constant Sums of Damage Done
Suspicion!
Confusion!
Chaos!
Collusion! (Confusion)

Farther
And
Farther we go.
Down a road,
Of toxicity.
That I hoped,
Would never,
Come.

And all I ask.
All I ask.
Is for, is for the strength,
To make things work.

Judgement,
Chaos,
Malice.
We'll march together through despair.
Melancholia binds us all.
Track Name: Bounded Rationality
Years of screaming,
Fears of dead ends.
What once gleamed,
What once filled my dreams,
Is tearing apart at the seams.

And I don't have to save everyone.
But the game doesn't have to be zero-sum.
When no one sees, what I must bare.
Paralyzed, in my lonely lair.
Track Name: Shallow Breathing
Samsara,
Same shit.
Snorted lies,
Sordid clips.

Poly drug use,
Paul failed Christ.
Palindromes.
Palid lives.

I broke her spell by incarnating her into another.
Switching poisons, so why the fuck even bother?
Track Name: Foreign Corrupt Practices
You love your freedom,
I just wish you'd share.
Burning up quickly,
My organs in disrepair.

You loved your freedom
Then you sealed it off.
It's all a facade
We eat from the same trough.

It's getting too late,
And it's getting too cold.
All the lies that you conflate,
All the roads you've tolled.