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Decay and Other Hopes Against Progress

by Chained to the Bottom of the Ocean

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1.
Into the desperate awakening. Rusted shackles, flooded basements. Hide the bodies, hide the bodies, The bodies. Bloated thespians we call sons. Heralds at attention, the jesters begin to speak, "Our lords, our kings: we set you free" A whisper in the crowd, "Beware a fire is coming, To melt away our chains." Woeful serfdom, sustain anarchy. Collocate! Disperse royal disease. Destroy bloodlines, rip the needle from the vein. Another head for my taxidermy. Despair among kingdoms, Here is our plague, this insurgence. Calloused hands hold sword, Paint their wrists red. A scream from the tower, The King's head presented. Light the flame of glory, Burn bright our torch. “Beware a fire is coming, To melt away our chains.”
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There is corrosion on spotted floors. It's gone but I can see it On the shores of knotted roads. I am buried in the ancient grains. Carry me, lead me to the stone. Unburdened in empty thrones. We are alone, We are alone. Help break circles Around the rust. I am undone. I can't feel anymore, Everything is gone. Everything is gone. No glory. No pride. Collect my bones, lay them flat. I am your skeleton, I am unwrapped. Self-awareness in being lost. Careless abuse of my own mind. Can you hear me? Everything is gone. Everything is gone. No glory. No pride. No glory. No pride.
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Goliath, Separate the snake The tail from it's remains. Coward onto pike His head slides beneath The crown of blood and thorn. Goliath, King of the Dead. Crush hope in your hands. Show us the way Tear into your skin Resolve, madness. Madness. Call onto him In desolate foundry. Call onto him In eternal inferno.
4.
Rise Weaponize yourselves Against the unseen, Our world is a panopticon. Greased and bloodied fingers Around our necks. Giant evil bluecoats parading our streets. “There is corrosion in the spotted wood desk that once stood where I sit. It’s gone but I can see it as if it were the heron in my dreams following me every night on the shores of knitted roads, only staring. I’m into this as deep as a silo, I am buried in the ancient grains gasping for air, I am unburdened when I finally stop, I am lonliness simplified into eternal dark.” Hang them all, Revolt now. Kill them all. Ripped into the dirt they fall.
5.
Guaranteed asylum In this I was sold. Trapped, introspection Of a body I do not hold. "Gather your realities, Your losses, your egos, your failures." You won't escape this yet, It will never end.
6.
"What will they think?" Of the entrails, of the sounds. In littered cell I will crawl. Call in the Army of Babylon, Blame the Adam Bomb. When you are born They set you on fire.

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released September 15, 2017

Written by Chained to the Bottom of the Ocean
Recorded by Will Killingsworth at Dead Air Studios
Mastered by Nick Z at New Alliance
Artwork by Alex Rojas

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