Terminus

by Snail

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1.
Recursion 05:03
The crest of meaning, ancient cryptic prose the holy impetus of fire Recite the alchemy unto my host Somatic, corporeal abandon Vapor and heresy, a minion’s role let’s transmit memes that unseat power Cultural infecting through perception we wield the Oracle Eternus Call oneself Answer sound Cultural Recursion Now take your precious herbs and recurse smoke your meditations are provided reflections on the text that we all grow reverberate ideas inspired
2.
Galaxy will you wake up from sorrow? Quarks weeping from the heart of a proton Cold tears in the endless expansion Small voices in the heliosphere Hope sustained in the power of weakness I heard a voice and it sounded familiar So pure, unlike conscious projections Light raining from a proto-star seed How can you sleep so good... hosting your incubi? End your solar eclipse of The Sun to flee the waking dream Once you're here take account of devotion Though weary we can carry another Hold tight and we'll make it together Filters lost in the faith of a dream...
3.
Matchbook 05:37
Instant before impact Spread beyond borders built to restrain intrepid bones (Killers, Preachers, dressed and displayed) Different, same so it seems Pile the new dead on the backs of old debts, deliver me (staring, biting, breaking the bend) Throw down frivolous stones Carry on sculpting charicatures called broken homes (terror, fairer, brighter than blood) Feasting, drinking it in Hoard to yourselves all the virtue that's left, our Father's sins (hanged man, shamed man, where to begin) Blue skies and Enquirer ecstasies, sack cloth and the ash of despair War eyes show your mongering leprosy, black ties and the end of affairs Blood lines every bit the conquistador, drill through 'til the fountain is bled Matchbook at the scene of the incident, closed cover caught the sleeper dead Reaching short of the stars Call to the dark, cry the freezing beyond please find me home (naked, shaken, haunting the halls) Flailing, wallowing fears Bred in the womb into final awareness, sold the moon (swap meat, twisted, hell of a name)
4.
Hippy Crack 03:43
When he was spoken he was born out of place Prosperity gospel: money, not faith Crippled by wanting, building away Frantically mortal, his symbol betrays CUT THAT FUCKER OFF! When it's offered don't throw it away If you can't take it others await Lips turning blue...that's a sure sign It's time for reflection on hippy crack time
5.
The lake of fire is calling It’s time to take a dive my belt of lead is pulling me down I see ahead with X-ray eyes The wall of Pink is falling Exit the diving bell Be one with god and let go of the id Expand through time remember all I see The End It’s too late to pretend It’s time to burn the flesh the delicate flesh It’s time to let the soul be free My lungs keep me from breathing my heart is pumping black life-scarred hands grip a crying man His pain is more than I can stand I see The Sea the waves wash over me it’s time to burn the boat that keeps me afloat the mind will set the body free And in the End it’s too late to pretend the flesh is gone the soul is free and all that is left is me
6.
Love Theme 02:51
Love, peace and happiness
7.
Ritual 06:11
Wait until all is frost And you count a cruel letter Trying to define, unhappen So gone away Shotgun gave his report: No more hope or noon pheasants Driving with eyeballs inverted Free mind drain Won't somebody please help me with my head? 'Cuz I see movement in the corner of my eye I got that feelin' the bugs are watching me Sometimes I wonder if the bugs are really there Pillz untillz we are fillz Now cry "why?!" and rue heaven Counting your fate on one finger Grow hate feel Wait until all is frost And you count a cruel letter Trying to define, unhappen So gone away "Let me ask you something: why are you alive? It's circular. What's the point?" So many patterns steal the day Race from the phantoms, we build away It's your ritual. Pillz untillz we are fillz Now cry "why?!" and rue heaven Counting your fate on one finger Grow hate feel Wait until all is frost And you count a cruel letter Trying to define, unhappen So gone away
8.
Circles 04:55
I am circling I am so clean Breathe my offspring Feel my energy The ground is breathing Or is it seething? Screaming, dreaming Be reborn and die Rise to the Sun All must be One Reach up and grow Is all that we know Burning the seed We will be free Fall to the ground Wake up another line drawn
9.
Go ahead call me bastard It goes away Somewhere it started to matter Up in my head That thing in the back room growing It's almost there So bring me a check and I'll sign it It's so late Just try to make it (it's so easy to say) Everyday for a few years Just to escape Down in a hole for 3 days And I gotta scrape How can I try to control it... So pure and faint? So bottle it up and protect it A craft to elate
10.
Terminus 03:35
She built her Self upon ways she was told one must expand, one must inflate The Creature character Face in a frame image and body trading place Thus began striving faith in the way she won’t accede, she will not end Forever bound slave in her cage She fears the world, she fears change… You will end, you will die and there's no way out. Accept it, and die to Self to flee mortality "Ok, it's time to wake up now!"

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released May 1, 2012

Snail is Matt Lynch (Bass/Vocals), Marty Dodson (Drums), Mark Johnson (Lead Vocals/Guitar), Eric Clausen (Guitar)

Recorded by Matt Lynch. Mixed and mastered by Matt Lynch at Mysterious Mammal Recordings Los Angeles, USA. Additional recording by Mark Johnson at home in Seattle.

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