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Cancer Withdrawal

by Mothman

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1.
Submit; no affirmation. Committed; signed in blood. Mindless hardship; a pledge unadorned. A penance to chore. 8 years wasted away. Dreary, dull and plod. You can only hate what you love and I nurse my disdain every day. Despair, depreciate. Another hero dies. Your approval forever null. Submit to the ground. Commit to the grave.
2.
I wrung its neck before it could be released. Rocked in a tremorous cradle. We had our arms to the sky eating shit from our gods. Blissful. Aware. Less than. You hail return to where you never were to begin. Get up the next morning and go to work the way a good addict does. But don’t ever let me catch you forgetting.
3.
Patched in by a maker with the shakes. Shit worked riddled with mistakes. Clocked out early, showed up late. Log my complaint. I detest. Corral these red rats. Programmed to break my own heart. Leave me to my work--I don’t need a hand. To keep me is no gain. To lose me, no detriment. A morose master parading my bitterness around. Follow my song.
4.
The whine of a mind spinning in place; only smoke. Pollutes. I drew breath as shallow as my loyalty. Made sure that I kept a quick out. Your love rang around in circles. I wanted to cut it down the middle. A song on its last note, so loud we all turned you down during the off times. You were always 1 and 3. Now I’m trading 4’s with the jack of preserving manic rapture. The best parts pass and we just put them to tape. Even your favorite record gets old. We just hum along, alone.
5.
May I be bathed in your blood devotedly shed in my name. By my hands you meet your end. By your flesh I am made. Slow; the last dying breath of the old way. Ceremony in crisis. As the carcass wastes away. Ritual post haste. Sweat and dirt cast into gold. Graven smoke and mirrors sold. Final pact; exalted deceased. Blood of the heart I feast. All life inside, wring out joyously. Living for something else can really bleed you dry. When I die, divide my body. Apportion each piece until there’s nothing. Ceremony in crisis as the carcass wastes away. Do you give more than you take? Ritual post haste. Life dependent on death.
6.
Setting Sons 01:22
I’d sure hate to drain you of your precious attention. We’ll start at the end. We are our own setting sons.
7.
An angry child’s view of mortality. Window shopping, holding hands with death. Here’s a quick way to end it all; an easy route for all sorrow. Hate today, the light of dawn. Make plans for tomorrow. How can you tear apart without making a cut? Tired of life. Is there anything else? Another path I can take? A sooner choice I can make to send me away? Send me away. I live a coward, booked for tomorrow.
8.
Show Me God 02:39
Perfect, the next witless torch bearer with a handful of teeth to cut on a stone jury. Empty assessment. Tireless input. Raise your hands rejoice. Governing mouthpiece with a hand up your back. Talk pretty, spawn wretched. New age action hero savior with hands that only take and break, creating systemic hell out of what’s left. Unhinge and unplug. Fade to black. No compass, no star. Turn on the screen and show me my God. When the latest hope is erected and you thank your maker, will they hear this time? More praise lost in the static. Adjust your faith on the dial. Download, confirm. This is who you are now.
9.
Worship 01:48
Open the vein and draw me out. Choke us from similar breath. You fuck the idea and leave it for dead. I cradle the corpse and prostrate to the bones. Monument the feeling. Nail my knees to the floor. Take all I have. Take all I am. They rise, you drop your jaw. You take willingly the flesh. Swallow blood. I watch you move on to the next. Onto the next.
10.
Empty Gut 01:17
Chewing fat; rations from a scavenger’s meeting. A desperate empty gut howls, calls our name. Bare your teeth. Short and clean, so many just to bite your own tail. Your bones can barely hold your sorry hide. Lousy pack of dogs. Nothing to show nor offer. Die out slow, together.
11.
When you surely lay this to rest, I pray it follow for the rest of your miserable days. Two devils in your ears howling in agreement, “No reason to go on,” until your mind begs for the end. Bend every bone to bridge the black hole. Take each step with new bitter caution. Eyes ahead, ignore the rest. Traverse, emerge anew into nothing. Don’t come back for blood.
12.
Dead Bird 04:35
Every day I contemplate a world I never made, nor desire, nor trust; about which no one consulted me. Steps adorned with this dead bird of a society. I didn’t ask for this. Every glimpse of hope soon reveals that the fix is in. If these thoughts form an edge, I’m going to find it. A quick just end for this world, I’ll get behind it. Forced to exist. Full collapse already begun. Any world that I’m welcome to is better than the one I come from.

credits

released June 3, 2022

Mothman is:

Nathan - Bass, Vocals
Skiles - Guitar, Vocals
Andy - Drums

All songs written by Nathan Helton and Chris Skiles with Andrew Echavarria.

Recorded and engineered by Chris Skiles and Nathan Helton at Overstayer Studios.
Edited by Chris Skiles.
Mixed & mastered by Kieren Krebs at Overcast Recordings. overcastrecordings.com

Mothman plays MacLaren Custom Guitars and uses Blind Bird Pedalboards.

Additional vocals in order of appearance: Korey Cain, Andrew MacLaren, Andrew Echavarria, Young James Beveridge, Jeff Blum and James Wendt.

Front and back cover art by Sasha Schilbrack-Cole. sashsc@gmail.com
Band photo by Zach Brigham. zachbrighamphotography.com
Live photo by Amanda Johnson. atmosverephoto@gmail.com

Thanks: Christian Segerstrom, Mathcore Index, Dark Trail Records, The Bearer, Glassing, God Shell, Drip-Fed, Black Mercy, Otis Archer, Insvrgence, Know/Suffer, anyone who’s still jammin.

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