Obsequies EP

by Rats of Reality

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released February 18, 2016

James McBain - Guitar/Vocals
Clark Core - Bass
Peter Barron - Drums

Music written by James McBain, Clark Core and Peter Barron
Lyrics written by James McBain
Recorded DIY between December 2015 and February 2016

Cover art by Indi-Art

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Track Name: Catharsis
Spreading the word of our Lord, Jesus Christ
The truth has never been so ambiguous
Swimming a sea of fathomless consequence
Constantly entombed in trepidation

Relieve yourself from the poison you spit from your tongue
In absence of a better world, the abyss consumes us

Relinquish your morals and wallow in arrogance
Clutching at straws and yet still you believe
Claiming integrity, feigning significance
Carve out these eyes

Relieve yourself from the poison you spit from your tongue
In absence of a better world, the abyss consumes us
Track Name: Leeches
Leeches
Fucking Leeches

Another child is drowned
Another body is found
Another woman lays dead, face down on the ground
Innocent blood is spilled
Another family is killed
Another headline at least

Another unmarked grave
So sick and so depraved
And yet you relish the horror and ride the wave
Another lie is told
A fabrication sold
Another headline at least

Leeches
Fucking Leeches

A feigned sympathetic plea
Corrupt beyond belief
Abhorrent bastards that showcase malignancy
Wretched by avarice
Acute and cancerous
Another headline at least

Another unmarked grave
So sick and so depraved
And yet you relish the horror and ride the wave
Another lie is told
A fabrication sold
Another headline at least

Leeches
Fucking Leeches
Track Name: Mar
This invocation breeds infection
A subtle rape of the fragile mind
Our “saviour” present in many forms
A wound carved by the great deceivers

Marred

An indeterminable result
One last struggle for acceptance
Never forgiving, never forgetting
A great fracture on mankind

Marred

An incorrigible evil, with one goal in mind
Possession – total control and by any means necessary
The art of impiety, masked by reverence
Draped in depravity, all for a false existence
Fraudulent and dangerous, the evidence is there
Yet our unwillingness to accept it allows this to continue
Suffocating the credulous
Leaving us to decay
Plugging the wounds with more lies
This whole process is fucking marred

Marred
Track Name: Obsequies
Clawing at the heels of sorrow
Following those that blindly follow
The earth below me crumbles

Sipping from this spoiled chalice
Out of sync and off-balance
Head-on into the struggle

Standing alone at the precipice of collapse
Now hell awaits
Downfall impending
Guilt never-ending

Staring into the fractures of civilisation
All hope devoid
This grave upheaval
Decrepit and feeble

Clawing at the heels of sorrow
Following those that blindly follow
The earth below me crumbles

Sipping from this spoiled chalice
Out of sync and off-balance
Head-on into the struggle

Forward into the strains of this denouement
Anguish transcending
Always pretending

Singing the song of constant iniquity
Lost in the wild
Escaping this chasm
Starving the fashion

Clawing at the heels of sorrow
Following those that blindly follow
The earth below me crumbles

Sipping from this spoiled chalice
Out of sync and off-balance
Head-on...