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Relentless Ceiling

by Morbids

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1.
15 Minutes 05:44
A road by the river, 15 minutes and I'll see you where doors splinter back to the way they were before words After all's been said and done, done to us, done to everyone¬ sold my bullets to buy a gun, pull the trigger just for fun just for fun
2.
Turf War 02:31
After the war, the veil's revealed, hypocrisy willed away the consequence of reaching a truce this way "Trust in each other til the trust goes bad, building it from the bottom on a spoiled land, distance is measured grid/by grid, borderless turf to blunder in." A chance to lead when we hope to forget, we'll burn our minds before we bury the rest, A distant past in this new abyss the same mistakes all over again...
3.
No Anatomy 04:06
No history, no anatomy one last column to dissolve caesarian beliefs cut up, open to the surgery shaking hands that bought a new relief You've got a history of no anatomy it won't be what it used to be Glass house framing the sanctuary on last stand before the ceiling falls to new history What you discovered isn't all it seems Foiled plans in obituaries Disguised love what greater crime/ do you concede? An renounced loyalty to becoming obsolete Disguised love, what greater crime? do you concede?
4.
Arrive here with litost; isolate, deteriorate physical sense evaporate, halloween penance is nevermore. Is what I owe equivalent to a false sense of ambient benevolence? Cut the cord and nurse the wound. Unhealthy composure, arms out of reach, Structure are free but what's diminished? Is it a mistake? to count every single block, several stubborn eulogies in tribute to vacant lots... Is what I owe equivalent to false sense of ambient benevolence? cut the cord and nurse the wound. A different frame, a different play A different frame, a different play Cut the cord and nurse the wound.
5.
You really got the moves to help me reach my demise, but tell me: do your ghosts shimmer when you spite them? Do they pick all the locks? Jump down your throat, bleed behind walls, just to piss on your bolts. Either way, a flood of weapons won't subside nor treat the open virus within. Do you dream in perilous sleep? No awakenings, forced intravenously. Obsessed with movement in the same place, same time. Dig your fragile tunnel inside your fragile paradigm Or scream at the ocean, take what you need and we shall secede Strip what's near, take what's near Arise, rot in dark fear. Strip the ocean of what you need and we shall sucede Take what's near, take what's near. Arise, out of dark fear. Take what you need, take what you need Can't force intravenously.
6.
Poisonous 04:19
Take your place at center stage cloaked in the furs of another's race Red lips and slick hips have become the taste poisoned and lovelorn these witching days. Youth is scarce if it's youth you crave and spells are all you're paid You've lost your beauty and you've lost your grace, they're only clapping for the mask on your face Face it, taste it, waste it, taste it The queen bee is gonna sting me...
7.
Hollowed iris imprint, gauge perimeter when absent woodwind shadow corrode transfixed on prisms with no accent Been waiting for this letter written by you Been waiting for the sun to collapse on you, for you, for you I'll take my chance with circumstance, no surface awaits by happenstance soaked in embryonic, how long to swim in the dark? Been waiting for this letter written by you been waiting for the sun to collapse on you. Gauge pressure with no merit, spending your lifetime trying to share it It's 2003 again and your nerves are shattered my friend shattered limbs are the craze when they bare no age. Cherish the imprint, the eaves will follow you. Regretful dawn, cleansed by the fountain. Awake submerged, I'll help them follow you. I'll take my chance with circumstance As you swallow the ulcer How long to swallow the tide?
8.
Dance Moves 02:51
20/20 got voices in the back of my head bullet proof wishing you were dead there's no solace in the afterlife you know who your real wife is 20/20 got eyes in the back of my head bullet proof wishing you were dead there's no solace in the afterlife you know who your real wife is: here, now.

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Recorded at The Quonset Hut in Nashville, TN. Oct. 2013
Recorded by Callan Elizabeth Dwan
Produced by Morbids
Mixed and Mastered by Zach Wright

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released September 19, 2014

-Matthew Kotarba - bass/vocals/guitar/sounds
-Edward Madill - guitar/vocals/bass/keys
-Ryan Slagle - guitar/vocals/loops
-Zach Wright - drums/loops/producer

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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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