The Truth Tastes So Foul, Most Spit It Back Up

by Skull Incision

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Poorly translated by Google: "Very cool thing, a lot of juicy sludge, grind and matkora half, a lot of sound effects, and the overall sound perfectly. Pleased with the ever-changing vocal and jumps from style to style. In general, in the spirit of Gaza and later Daughters. 4/5"
-KoreanGringo
Thank you.

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released April 1, 2013

Skull drawing by Joey Southside of The Banner. Special thanks to him.
www.facebook.com/JSSXIIIART

Track 13 written by Stephen Bohigian and Ryan Urquidez.
Track 14 written by Patrick Hogan.
Final lines in track 15 taken from the story written by Billy Hayes.

CDs available at PlasticSkull.Storenvy.com

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Track Name: Nibiru: Denial
Step into the background
Drown
Pick up routine
Follow the Maze
Track Name: Nibiru: Anger
Just forget, follow the maze, ignore the countdown.
Try to speak, your voice breaks.
Try to love, your spirit shatters.
Affection is a lost luxury,
Near, but so distant, so cold, so scared.
Cannot return.
Crave the ignorance.
Loathe the fortunate blind.
Working cogs still in their clock.
Emotions swell unwatched.
Fists bloodied, walls coated.
Pieces on the floor.
Such a long past.
Broken remnants on the floor.
Attempt to teach.
Shouting down throats.
Fear and mania freed.
Heard nothing.
Track Name: Nibiru: Depression
The truth tastes so foul, most just spit it back up.
They leave one by one.
Disgusted, disappointed.
The truth tastes so foul, most just spit it back up.
They leave one by one.
Track Name: Nibiru: Acceptance
Disgusted, disappointed, and embarrassed.
They leave one by one.
Such a long past but such a short future.
Alone in a crowd.
Chilled in the fire.
Breathe deep, it's nearly over.
The end is nigh.
Track Name: You're Nothing But a Default Photo
Inching closer towards your portrait.
Paranoia protects the frame.
Change face, update.
Judge others for being out of date.
Act some way, rotate.
Contradict yourself last week.
So unsure of who you are.
But so sure of who you hate.
Take your parents' card to pay.
Buy new clothes to match a Twit.
Throw the rest away.
Burn through clothes like cigarettes.
Sit lifeless in a desk all day.
Hurry home to masturbate.
Double check, change your face.
From your screen, to your door.
Bask yourself in self loathing rain.
Bask in your self loving reign.
Track Name: Ostracized
We stand on brittle soil.
Alive and writhing.
Uniform, fixed formation.
Darkness envelopes us.
Flames casting shadows on our darkened bodies.
Tossed out, tossed aside,
Ridiculed and denied,
By thoughtless rocks with bodies.
With triggers to their own device.
The fate of all, we "pray," we believe, the "god," the universe, will make it the right way, will equate us.
For now we thrive in shadow and light.

No offerings, no sacrifice.
Just surviving for all.
Planning in silence.
Fighting in volume.
With the vibrant arts.
We must speak, we must scream, for they may be right, for soon we may die, not by weapon of myth, but by steel and fire.
Faced with lies, with hate, with the mentally blind.
For so many years, thoughts frozen in time.
Own kind's mistreatment over petty denial.
Insecure, insatiable, intolerant.
We're flooded by a stagnant mental ocean, a stagnant mental disease.
Thoughts infinitely corrupted, too thick to tread.
Slime soaked into garments, choking on the words.
What makes us all human?
Our power to build,
Or our power to destroy?
The world does not keep spinning on our accord.
When all else feels an act of betrayal,
What's expected as an outcome?
Action creates consequence.
Too much fighting in a lifetime.
In the mind or outside.
A futile waste.
Track Name: Creep
Come closer.
Inch my way across the street.
Lift my hand toward your arm.
Claws of wrath struck my skin.
Shrinking down, tail tucked between.
Slowly leak back across the street.
Gradually gain form once more.
Journey on.
From crevice to bench, from crate to lane.
Slither, sneak, sneak, I creep.
Rattle tin, shake hours on end.
See her again, one more her.
Want, touch, feel, warm.
Tracking footsteps, not far behind.
Have to go faster eventually.
Down, down, down, away.
Gone, door shut on my heart.
Pour through concrete, lost and dazed.
Until I see her again.
Track Name: Fear
Actions grow unnoticed as I slither through the dense, jagged alleys of the world's empty eyes.
Unnoticed, unseen, but always there.
Felt in the nape of your neck, the edge of your spine.
Bed sheets of soft red tissues.
Creeping outward for just a moment to feed.
If it weren't for me, you would be happy, free, but probably dead.
Frozen in your tracks before the fall.
Chills in July, prickly skin.
A leap beneath your chest before the fall.
Chills in July, prickly skin.
The dark recess of your mind is my home.
So far buried but ever present.
You feel it.
Do you know me?
Track Name: Tangled in Synthetic
If I fell, who would be around to hear?
Faces lit by sheets that bind.
Spines bent back, hours spent.
Thrones sink lower.
The web you're caught in grows wide.
Artificial.
Tangled in synthetic.
Track Name: Family Friendly Media
I watched a film last night.
I went to work to break free and shout but cut through most and got tossed out.
I played a game last night.
I went to school and shot some kids, I thought it would be cool they deserved it.

Don't blame me, it's the media.
I'm not fucked up, it's the media.
I'm highly impressionable.
I'm not insane, it's the media.

I watched a film last night.
I went to work to break free and shout but cut through most and got tossed out.
I played a game last night.
I went to school and shot some kids, I thought it would be cool they deserved it.
I bought a record last night.
I went outside and shot a cop, they're just pigs who fuck shit up.
I watched a porno last night.
I went out and raped a girl, hard and rough that's what they like.

Don't blame me, it's the media.
I'm not fucked up, it's the media.
I'm highly impressionable.
I'm not insane, it's the media.
Track Name: Holy House: Lifeless House
Wake up.
Shut the god's door.
Leave the dark lies.
Find a new road.

Castles that torment yet manifest dreams.
So much to hide yet plain to see.
Business men scream and they cry.
Throwing their hands at the sky.
Afraid of the self and afraid of loss.
You have no idea how much it cost.
There is light outside.
There is true life outside.
Burn the home.
Track Name: Pornstar Applications (Cabin Fire cover)
Personally, you make me sick like a dumpster full of contradictions. Flies make friends in your presence. I wonder why that cloud grows denser (and I wonder why). And I just ran out of breath. Your stench was too much to handle.
Track Name: INDICATOR (WMATBT cover)
Messages everywhere,
Lies everywhere.
You will never be free.
He lies.
Track Name: Sağmalcılar
Caught in a maze.
Winding down and down.
Trailing rags, led by chains.
Eternal sleep.
However did I end up here?
However will I get out?
Sleep on stone.
Beatings barely give memories of life.
Battered and scarred outer frame.
Voices in the walls.
Faces in shaddow.
The mind is melting faster than the snow.

But I know, I already know. I know that you are a bad machine. That's why the factory keeps you here. Do you wanna know how I know? I know because I'm from the factory. I make the machines.
Track Name: You Palm Mute Like a Dead Girl
This is the last song I have to sing before this album is done.
Then I have to go to work.
In this god forsaken hellhole, this shitty oven.
Sweating like a rapist, in this fanless room.
Goddamn.
So close.
The last riff.
And I'm done.
Track Name: Ice
Ice cold night.
Air sits still on the ground.
Wind lacerates mercilessly.
Shacks intertwine through endless tunnels.
Escape is a joke.
Gasoline sits as a rock, tires like steel.
Weapons are stuck in their place.
Everything is white.
Vision as frozen as the outside world.
Chased in circles.
By what? Not known to man.
Everything is red.