Discerned

by Discerned

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released 20 April 2010
Recorded at Sentimental Studios in Tecumseh, MI
between March and April of 2010.

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tags: crust grindcore hardcore metal punk Ann Arbor

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Track Name: Grave After Grave
Clasped hands become clenched fists as well-wishing dwindles to hostile measures. Undisputed violence for the greater good. Limb for limb, we drown; heads buried in the dirt. A travesty regrettably discerned, yet we must acknowledge open wounds. One cannot possibly live with peace of mind knowing home is hell on earth. As blood clouds our view, we drown in our violence. Grave after grave, we drown.
Track Name: Morning Obituaries
Pleas have fallen on their deafened ears; now sentenced to darkness of forty years. The ire of moral decay reigns. I fill with tempest rage and endless hate. The ever foolish scream, "No regrets!" and sink unto their own blade. Place no hope in the well of this era, and reason to contemplate the end. Your children hold no promise, no light of a better future. A new dark age of consciousness; the death of man has finally been realized. These words are the morning obituaries.
Track Name: Old Ghost
You'll never know dread like I do. Black cloud looming over me. Consider me an old ghost, dwelling on our hope in the past. You've made it a death wish to live without a heart of stone. But now with this bridge ablaze, you're dead and gone at last. Buried in the sheets of your own filth and decadence, reeking of amphetamine and sweat of one night stands. Stained-glass eyes and the fakest smiles vomit can buy. If it's no looking back, then golden shall be this loss (just sleep it off). Why should one care for those who care not for themselves? I see not the point in these catastrophes. I never cared much for these machines. No hope ever again. Here's to all your nights. Sink into the ground.
Track Name: Collapsed
Collapsed were the words as the sinful jaw sunk into the back of her skull. Anatomy juxtaposed; your spine runs more crooked than I. Wrap your flesh around these chains, the ones that bind you to failure. With monolithic rage, apathy and disdain, your unhallowed image dares to remain. These veins progress in rusting, and finally, this machine has died. Wrap your flesh around these chains, the ones that bind you to failure. Bite your tongue until blood drowns your say as earthen serpents carve your grave. Tyrants need no excuse, but neither do murderers. With scornful fangs, fear not to destroy what ails you.
Track Name: Watch the World Burn
All virtue is dead and disgust takes its throne, toppling all those who dare withstand its wake. Their senses are spilling into the gutter in cascades of ignorance and defeat. Endless wake of disappointment. No worth in this forgotten city. Derived of nothing but failures and dead ambition. Never to make amends in this life; dousing this town in the back of my mind. So, I bid farewell with no concern; I'll lie in my grave and watch the world burn. Everything burns.
Track Name: Every Sin a Scar
Shuddering figure lay sleepless beneath a narrowed moon, dreaming a vicious mirage; consciousness under cloak and dagger. Bound to ruin; mind in the gutter ever-depraved. "This is a war you can never win." For every sin, a scar. A collective bête noire. Blood spilled returns to stain your hands once more. Tainted skin holds none in a bed of sin for two. For every sin, a scar. Every sin a scar. Every one will tear us apart.
Track Name: Accursed
Heaven came crashing down. Nights darkened as my skies greyed. Her sins a downpour in the streets. Drains choked as remnants decayed. Your wounds aren't welcome here; engraved in the arms of lust and deceit. Dragging along your casket of burdens, drift in your world alone. The wells of compassion have finally run dry. This is a curse you can never lift. A price you can never pay. A ghost you can never give. A hope that could never live. Accursed as a whole, your life withers in vain as a new heart blooms to beat another day.
Track Name: Black Wind Howls
Confined until the end of time. Stock on arms, build higher walls. Fear instilled; our minds deprived. The finest of plutocratic design. Choke and drown in man-made misery. Fashion harlotry into a standard. Cash in on frailty, corrupt the act of being. A monstrosity created in our vision and flesh. The rotted visage of our generation reminds us all. Hang your head for we are damned. The black wind howls. Can't you hear the sound of the Reaper? Searching and failing; scathing. O' hollow souls, such a disgrace you've become.