Mere Phantoms

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released September 13, 2012

Recorded by Beard of Gravel Road Pro Records

Artwork by Travis McKenrick of Cataract Design
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Track Name: Prophet Motive
A history gleaming in oxidized holy blood
Ancient scriptures reek of stained irons

Cultural rehauling
The master’s sacrilege
on the backs of beggars.

Ready made, dialectical response

Built from the tombs of man
Used to exalt the pious
Exalt the pure
Exalt the prophet
One path for all man.
Total seizure.
Track Name: Profit Motive
What is this monster?
And how do we control it?

Make it till the soil

Eliminate forethought.
Accelerating towards death.
Spreading the disease
of scarcity

Reject the undeniable
The inalienable
To restore profit order.

Spit in the face of creation.
Our hunger knows no fucking bounds.
Track Name: Mere Phantoms
A life in boxes/A life in fear
We are all trespassers here

Disgust for details/irreplicable shapes

A life under cracked ceilings/in front of blue screens,
with hands on digits and triggers.
Never to know the smell of rain and earth
Never to taste the bark/World disconnect

Take it all away
Parasitic existence
Track Name: Mirror Phantoms
Stale portrait of perfection
Loftiest branches of humanity

They sprawl before you
Their projections more real than
Our petty scrounging.

Their splayed tailored flesh
More holy than our scars.
More real to us than
We could ever hope to be.
Their splayed tailored flesh
More holy than our scars.
A lifetime of grey yearnings
To be as fucking perfect
As the endless billboards

Mirror phantoms
Mirroring each other
Mirroring the hand
Master’s hand