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Here Come the Morbids!

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released September 14, 2012

Spencer Bradley - Drums/Extinguishers
Matthew Kotarba - Bass/Guitar/Drums/Loops/Vox
Edward Madill - Guitar/Bass/Sounds/Vox
Ryan Slagle - Guitar/Loops/Vox/

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tags: rock Asheville

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morbids Asheville, North Carolina

Morbids formed in 2012 in Asheville, NC

Our newest album, "In Absentia" is out now.

Summer tour coming

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Track Name: Anamorphs
Let yourself have all the things,
all the things necessary.

Everybody's got
Something that they've lost--
Something that their trying to find.

Take what you want,
Erase what you want,
Replace what you want.
(Let yourself have all the things,
All the things necessary)

Learn a couple lies,
Jump a couple hoops,
Crawl into your bed of knives.

Take what you want,
Erase what you want,
Replace what you want.
(Let yourself have all the things,
All the things necessary)

Let yourself have all the things,
all the things necessary.

Welcome to the good dream,
dead seeds.
The world got eaten by the new queen,
She's manifest destiny.

If there's one thing you remember,
remember this:
It's all gonna end,
it's all gonna end,
and time will only grind the axe.
Track Name: Complicated Dance Moves
20/20 got eyes in the back of my head
bulletproof and wishing you were dead.

There's no solace in the afterlife
If you know who your real wife is.

20/20 got voices in the back of your head,
bulletproof and wishing you were dead.

But there's no solace in the afterlife
You know who your real wife is.

Here,
Now.
Track Name: The Shaman Sleeps/The Shaman Speaks
Lie down and become subject to waste.
With blemished eyes and damaged hell;
revolt against and taste:
What’s serene...
Within the seams among shattered debris.

...And this is what happens when the pillars collapse in on us.
Turn all matter smoldering into dust.
Do you want to watch, or leave it behind?
It’s too much, I won’t touch-
you’ll fail!

I can see it in-line with-in my trajectory.
But just bleeding hearts are just separate entities.
Decayed, rotten...we’re subject to waste...
Lie down; detest...I resent.
Forget it! Forget it!

...And your hallucinations
Create totem poles...
When the “shit’s” in reverse...
It’s too much; I won’t touch...
And we’ll fail.