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1.
Derelict 02:56
You swept me in—I cut my tether to the shore. You swept me in, spun out in the waves once more. I was drawn in by your deep, Searching for the ruins you buried. The chill sets in, I feel it creep into my bones. If it’s sink or swim—I’m anchored to the wreckage. I was drawn in by your deep, Searching for the ruins you buried me. You swept me. The tide rises, as I expected. Right on time and right over my head. Down in the dark, left to my own devices I’m swept along in the undertow. The tide rises, as I expected. Right on time and right over my head. Down in the dark, left with no other choices I’m swept along in the undertow. Red sky in morning; Washed ashore and back at square one. I heed no warnings, Turn back for a fix of becoming undone. I was drawn in by your deep, Searching for the ruins you buried me, You swept me.
2.
Torch Song 04:16
This is the Torch Song And so I march on. What’s done is done, Because it must. So I must burn on! In these strange plays, no two roles share equal weight. Some pull the strings, and others take the bait. In these strange plays, reversals seem commonplace. Are we finding comfort in futility? This is the Torch Song But it’s too far gone. The scale’s upturned, Reduced to dust. So I must burn more! In these strange plays, the characters we create Play tug of war, and other power games. In these strange games— I say the boards should be razed. No more! Finding comfort in futility. Finding comfort in brutality. Finding comfort in mundanity. Finding comfort in insanity. I am the Antichrist; A bittersweet messiah! I conjure truth within the flames and I’m a coming after ya’ This is the Torch Song But it’s the last one. What’s done is done, Because it must. So I must burn all!
3.
The Remnants of the old machine. Recalled! Hidden from scrutiny. Thinly veiled, though we all see The market worth of our bodies. Our rage has ripped the final veil; But we know they won’t concede! As they eliminate our evidence To satisfy their greed. Weigh us down with chain! Lead in our water or in the back! We will bleed, if you’re content to watch. String us up a tree, and we’ll do a dance for you. You can cut us down, But you can’t destroy the root!
4.
To Sleep— 04:45
It’s the condition of your heart That keeps you up at night. It will all end when you close your eyes. It will all end if you keep them wide. It’s the fixation of her gaze That stops you in your tracks. Your heart is racing on the racks. And what she takes she can’t give back. It makes you want to scream As she chases you in dreams. Well isn’t it? It’s just a dream.
5.
Katabasis 03:55
Hear you: Have me beaten, And brought down to my knees. Pray you, that this supple pound of Flesh is enough to appease That I let go. Let go! Let go from me. My humblest offerings. Let me decay, so that I can shed my skin! May all that I have left to bear be mine— And mine alone! Strip me to the atom! Make me new again! And all I’ll have to carry will be mine— And mine alone! If I give all I owe, is the debt settled? If I may ask you, martyr to martyr. At the end of sacrifice, will I be reborn with honor? Do I deserve? Deserve! What do I deserve? The sterile fruits of strained labor.

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released January 3, 2019

recorded by Zach Bailey
mixed/mastered by Alkiviades Meimaris
photo by Paige Hanserd
art by The Ire

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Stories of power and powerlessness

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