Filth

by Kinesthesis

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released April 9, 2015

Angus Klemm - guitar, bass.
Kit Croydon - drums.
Crispin - vocals.

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Grinding death metal from the Dandenong Ranges, Australia.

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Track Name: Shit In Your Wounds
The stench hypnotic.
The view angelic.
An invasion of shit in your veins.

You’re skin is broken.
Your puss pours out.
You’re riven open.
You’re rent apart.

The feeling unbearable.
The sensation unknown.
The expansion of faeces being forced through your body.

Your limbs have burst.
Your insides are outside.
A rapture of ruptures.
Inviting what’s to come.
A punishment divine.
Waste no longer wasted.

A prayer for the end.

You’re skin is broken.
Your puss oozes out.
You’re riven open.
You’re cloven apart.

I’ll shit in your wounds.
I’ll shit in your wounds.
Track Name: Sickening Antipathy
Disgust and anger flows.
Constant, vile.
The repulsion rises in me.
The hate grows.

Your existence drains mine.
Your thoughts drive my spite.
Your sickening presence,
Erodes my mirth.

Malice, detestation.
My ire feeds off your abhorrence.

Nauseating disdain.
Antipathy fostered by your repugnance.

You are my antagonist.
My plague, my torment, my bane and my shame.

You, the endless source of my contempt.
You, the anathema that drives my hate.
You, that fuels my resentment.
That inspires sheer bitterness to my rotting core.

Malice, detestation.
My ire feeds off your abhorrence.

Nauseating disdain.
Antipathy fostered by your repugnance.

My optimism crushed by the fact that you’re alive.
If you were to die, my life would be freed.
My mind surging with disdain.
My body weighed down by loathing.
Track Name: Nullified
Astonishment from the masses,
At the vile inhumanity.
Misanthropic soul.
Shrieking out from purgatory.
Ripping shreds from what you were.
Slowly building what you are;
Becoming obsolete.

Conscious minds are nullified.
Nullified.
Now earth manifests as the sum of despair.

In a sea of rancid flesh.
Burning anguish every breath.
From rotten piles of rotting eyes.
Noxious vapours choke the skies.
Coagulate, suffocate.
You can not escape death.
Futile shallow breaths, asphyxiation.

Conscious minds are nullified.
Nullified.
Now earth manifests as the sum of despair.

And all are gone.
There is no sanctuary.
Your blood has turned to bile.
Your words have been dissolved.

Malignant tumour on the earth.
Wormwood in the sky.
A truth that no-one can ignore.
If this the world that you abhor?

Conscious minds are nullified.
Nullified.
Now earth manifests as the sum of despair.

Gone.
Track Name: Revelations Part I
Fear paints faces in the soil, in the trees.
All around you is the product of your raw dread.

Rage finds no mark for release.
Anxiety is all that’s left you in your revelations.

Worthless, helpless, homeless, empty.
Track Name: Nightfall
The winds of creation change direction.
Defeated, disgusting, condemned to die.
Pain shoots through you within and without.
The horde comes to bleed you, your flesh peels away.

Haze of blood.

Saturates.

Submit and sink unto futile despair.
As you see the light fade.

And darkness will fall.
Hope is a lie.

Blood drains out.
Enraging scent.
Flayed remains.
Serenity, a memory.
Humanity has become sightless.
See how far you have fallen.
Consumed.
You are one of them.

Salvation eludes those who still seek reprieve.
Want for flesh surpassed by compulsion to breed.

Your greatest fears have become rendered reality.
Track Name: Made To Torture
Repellent, repulsive, rotten to the bone.
Pugnacious, revolting and crawling alone.

Here you lie writhing,
Buried right up to your neck.
In a sound made to torture,
To rip, to rot, to ruin and to wreck.

A shameless display of simple fucking power.
The will, the way, of power. Power!
Biting and gnashing at your will to resist.
You want to turn away, but can you turn away?
Vile, foul, abuse impending.
Vicious, relentless, impalement unending.
Rising and falling in undulating cycles.
The method of maltreating everything clean in the soul.

Made to torture, contrived for slaughter.
Incarnate dolour, built from filth.

Fists broken, knees smashed in.
Surrender to the filth or be killed from within.
Fed glass until you swallow.
Defeat the mind and the heart will follow.
Spitting blood through broken teeth.
Begging for death beneath the screams.

Repellent, repulsive, rotten to the core.
Pugnacious, revolting and lusting for more.
Track Name: A Blessed Rag
A rag, a cloth.
This shroud of hope.
Of faith, belief.
Baseless, weak.
Stained with blood.
Stained with hollow,
Words of nothing.
Prayers to nothing.

A blessed rag.
A brace for your conviction.
A vain hope.
A myth, a fiction.

A lie for you to lean upon.
Wrapped in throes of disbelief.
Face of Christ will not appear.

Certainty of null,
Rests upon this cornerstone of naught.
This sacred assurance yields nothing.
It is a barren void.

Nothing.

Testing your endurance, trialling what your faith can take.
Craving the promise of eternal life.

A reward for those who persevere.
No new life will be discovered here.
No dreams after the unfulfilling end.

Eyes sown shut, discarded pleas.
Searching for help, you find no peace.
Aspiration brings derogation.

A rag, a cloth.
This shroud of hope.
Of faith, belief.
Baseless, weak.
Stained with blood.
Stained with hollow,
Words of nothing.
Prayers to nothing.