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Hora Cifra

by Fawn Limbs

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1.
Mouthless 02:07
Integration Speak through languished, absent moral sets Echoing in the awe of the addled and crude Volitions will collapse, rendered nil Speak through languished, absent morals Cope through them, a life of quarrels Breathe me in, invasive structure Perishing as the metastatic tumors are clustering Pain as a covenant The backbone dilapidated Pain as a covenant The backbone dilapidated Your current is mouthless Your body will invigorate the river Your current is mouthless Our bodies will overflow the river Integrating flesh and funds as one measureless fucking rapid fount
2.
Entropy Rose from the death of me A procreation of foul indiscreet radiant mass Plastered with confidence, groundless What a fucking waste of skin and waste of breath Abate to contradict yourself The blight of living inherent Extinction should expedite itself Open all the exits Cauterize the exit wounds Lacerating tissue Cauterize the exit wounds Foul indiscreet mass Trapped in the cogs of redemptions wheel Internal conflict as the organs abstrict
3.
Ligature 00:56
Analogic threads bound from end to end Vessels echoing their emptiness, with dry walls Confined, the openings choked Revolving around their axis Chaos of hyphae and strata Bending hollow structures turning inwards Segregation will collapse Malady embodied in an organic turbulence Cancerous dominion In retrospect I should've known I was ever so fucked As the ligatures tighten Eyesight blurred and dim As the ligatures tighten Fixing the seams and sutures, it's useless, I egress
4.
Towing Heads 02:10
Towing their heads through the aisle A bag of scorn, wreaking quiet grins Towing their heads, bastard locusts Free of all guilt, free of all mockery Towing their heads past the idle Leering the prey, like the scavengers they are Towing their heads, envying them Free of all guilt, free of all
5.
Dialects 02:44
The frightened bawl for help is nothing but a distant peal I see your mouth transform like a pile of quiet snakes Random vowels blending to the muddle of noise I couldn't comprehend a single clause even if I tried to Dialects Your useless language is a shrine ransacked by change The ache of the voyage was merely a glimpse Your greatest faux pas was to trust on your own survival I can't understand what you say so you must be a threat Dialects
6.
Heart in stillness Body burnt to ashen mess A marrow compound Contain us, helpless Soul confined, understated Tainted every fucking life Restless sleeper Keen and anxious Dismissed every fucking time Ceaseless hunger unbroken Heart in stillness Defunct flutter Slit and blotted Absorbing A marrow compound Helpless Ashen mess
7.
A Dim Locus 01:10
Opaque All light omitted Battered, carefree of caution Cloaked and strictly bound Draped in motes of dirt Feverish bastard heritage of murky waters flown to squalid ground The delectation requires a substantial toll Far off from might The view to mind's all too clear to overhaul Hope extinguished Revere the sick scolding the fucking peasants to constantly outperform A dim locus Which cove will be mine? Feverish bastard heritage Climbing the boughs Clinging by their teeth Damned fucking brutes and their exquisite god given rights
8.
Feral, seething Crowned in ash and bone Wasted mind Based soul Lying in wait Virulent beast Subjugated to mastery Doomed to relive Over and over In a temple matted with blood and skin Screams of the fallen Rip through the sky Lyrics by Andrew Hawkins
9.
Languor 02:01
Send them, precious ghouls Send them to the abattoir Flensed of their guilt and flaws I am the weight on the apse Equipped with moral daggers That resonate forever throughout the glutton mass As I orate and drone Twitching tongues fawning motionless bodies Atrociously squirm While their tongues still entwine their bodies
10.
Light aches through a black maw Holler in anguish Thrusting a knife forged from pitch Heartfelt lunge, stab and curse A bruising bite results in rent skin Lunge, stab and curse Trek through a black maw Explore a vacant aisle Vigour and cognition subjugated Paralyzing limbs Everything is turning into a labyrinthine mess Reverting to a slow mull Comfortless rogation False perception of finding ease in your evaporating warmth The colourless walls of flesh or arbitrary coils of veins serve no guard Expedition, circulation Revolving in circles Everything is now a fucking mess Desolate disposable husk Trespassing a vestal body Clenching the pure soul by its throat Thrusting a knife forged from pitch Trek through a black maw Light aches "I could barely stand up I'd like to say that I pulled myself together, but I didn't, I couldn't I took my bag, took whatever supplies I found lying around him, and dragged myself onwards, It was only later on that I realized how I cherished this moment, since it was the most insignificant of the horrors I encountered on the coming suns, And to think that of all the days I spent there This took place during the second All I could hear was my own pulse And the thrum of Darwin Falls in the distance"
11.
Desperate flock pining back to their precious homes All of which were burnt down years ago With their belongings, their children and their wives Lower to feed on the skin of the acolyte It's already tattered, just tear off a bite With murder as a second nature this should not be a challenge But more of a delight - Sever the head with smirk and with might This is a mere hue on the palette of smiles on your rescuer Awarded and venerated for his contribution and sacrifice Stretch the pelt over the boughs Soaked in blood and bits that are no longer warm Unrecognizable figure glancing back from the puddle Infused with aberrations, this is who you are Anomalies in the breathing sequence Phasing in and out of consciousness Dualistic excuse of a human being Infused with aberrations "I came across another knave, sobbing and croaking He had fallen off of his horse, only to be crushed by it a second later On his way down through an unfortunately located heap of brushwood, his right ear got torn off almost completely and he bit off half of his tongue I tried to speak to him, ask him if he had any rope in his saddlebag, or even water for that matter What I could tell from the indistinct moaning, was that he couldn't feel his legs, the rest stayed unanswered His lower body was completely engulfed by the carcass of his deceased companion I knew it was useless to even try to help him, so I just sat there and stared him He blatted and made noise for awhile, then quieted down, now just panting, gasping I took my bag, lifted it over his face, and pressed it down as hard as I possibly could My fingers were spasming, I bawled He didn't resist at all, and I'm glad he didn't"
12.
A quiet mongrel caught in a forest fire A quiet mongrel caught in a forest fire Dripping thick muddy fluids Oozing from it's belly Bloodless fractures In from the stomach, glide right through Rapid stream on a paved downhill Gyrating lifeless, nearing the thrum Throbbing lungs, pant and gasp A quiet mongrel Oozing from it's belly In from the stomach, out through the backbone Tufts of fur on the tips of the branches Composing a colossal arch The waters here are acrid The food here is rotten A pile of carrion "And that's when I knew I had to leave I dragged myself forwards, My body bruised, my palms and soles covered in ulcers Blood and shit clinging to my skin like a reeking coating Light ached, I felt irrelevant Towing a bag which contents I'd rather not speak of Past the occasional piles of carrion, my thoughts drowned to the thrum of Darwin Falls in the distance"
13.
Cursed to abide loose morals As the mouth of serpents Thrive without consequence Oblique mirth enthralls another prophet Blurred veracities Existence is an endless sermon Preaching by the pound Prone to the lust of corruption As the mouths of serpents grow greater To engulf this strain Our ascetic and callous nest Teethless masses fed with mindless bullshit Beaten to submission Consume chaos Tongueless conjuring Teethless masses fed with mindless bullshit Constrain consent Tongueless Echo in history The plague will find a way to flourish and persist Perish by it's choking grasp I am the lichen - I am the soil And I breathe no more Wash away my being - Into bone Wash away my body - My cracking skin Toss me into the river, watch my life desist and move on

about

Fawn Limbs' complete discography prior to "Harm Remissions":

"Towing Heads" EP (2018)
"Thrum" EP (2018)
"Languor" EP (2018)
"Love Will Strangle You Forever" (2019)

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released August 16, 2019

All music and lyrics by Fawn Limbs:
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Remastered for CD and digital Bandcamp versions by Jeanne Artemis Strieder at Magma Art & Sound:
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European distribution available via Fawn Limbs:
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