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Barbwalker

by Bury the Machines

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1.
(good friends) Miles away in your head, bleak and desolate all alone, bored, paranoid and homicidal justice served by your hand empty cups, swords of ten loosen your grip on reality obey your master Hopes and fears bring your death stand and be recognized without warning, without mercy your end came suddenly sun will rise in your place a transformation pathways outworn, habits outgrown buried with the machines Monarch ascends across the sky, obliterated a crimson, golden, cobalt shroud sustains the mystery I can never learn the motive for your heinous exploits the wheel turns, crushes your soul you're buried with the machines (bad ideas) You can't go home again your home is gone you burned your phantoms to the ground the nail that's sticking out gets hammered down you burned your nightmare to the ground You can't go home my friend your home is gone you burned that story to the ground the nail that's sticking out gets hammered down you burned you nightmare to the ground No solution, mystified and yet somehow life goes on No solution, Mr. Phi and yet somehow life goes on
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Plotting the course a thousand years ahead of their time green lights puncture the sky, a lucid dream beam of light into third eye sent from the future create this life's eventual plight, time is your teacher You decide what is right the lies will rot you from within you're only human and you're gonna die make it happen, don't waste my time with your device of misfortune and dysfunction your influence must be excised Darkening murk force clouds your vision speaking tongues, chanting rites, ancient religions runes and sigils, sacrifices and vigils serpent rising toward the sun Origin's denied, future's lost smash the construct broken peace inverted cross decode the symbols bury yourself to the neck in sand expose your weakness make your choice change perspective grow strong, my brother Plotting the course a thousand years ahead of their time green lights puncture the sky, a lucid dream bury yourself to the neck in sand expose your weakness make your choice change perspective grow strong, my brother
3.
Carried a rusted landmark guides your way you know the path and the lay of the land Silent, in secret the past unknown those who've come after me know nothing only your precious face nothing behind the smile grim and inviting the leather and flesh as one sensual, exhilarant terrified of instinct to enfold you in my wings smother you drain the light from your eyes (sun stay cold tongue son pray cold run none say bold blunt cold blade ruin fun) We'll carry the memory of him forever and bury the memory of him together We'll bury the memory of him together we'll carry the memory of him forever baring his cross of bone he never wanted a friend and there in an unmarked grave alone he got what he wanted gone in darkness baring his cross of bone he paid the piper with blood and fire he burned the angels he burned the phantoms the light had gone out he's lost in darkness baring his cross of bone he got what he wanted lost in darkness baring his cross of bone
4.
Genius, it's not a fucking contest no grand prize, no finish line give up your conquest clowns making the scene crowding the streets the clones have run amok a siege of suck and mediocrity music, a sacred rite twisted, broken, demoralized why don't you stick to what you know? Mcdonald's... Operah... the radio... Jesus wasn't half as self deceiving egregious, petty and mean Your art is synthetic, disconnected logic is brainsick evident enemy sonic is mystic the mark, you've missed it your vision is twisted I have a remedy bludgeons, bullets, hooks, hammers, firing squads, sinister alchemy away from the cities, the noise of the brainless drones Ethics, an afterthought dishonor, loose lips sink ships cannot return what has been stolen the key has crumbled, the lock is frozen Enough rhetoric you wax generic you lack sincerity infinite decay throat tightens stomach turns when your mouth moves vile, gruesome a page from the book a word from the prophet a laugh from the stooge the nexus of wisdom eliminate addiction illuminated vision grasp for the muse light averted truths
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We speak in code shrouded in metaphor pain is the touchstone where we begin to grow you can hold my hand in silence as I let go and you release me too across the gulf of memories a quiet breeze, a wind of change all is forgotten, all is forgiven You sit in silent shame, ponder your sin disclose your pain to those who'd have you condemned we play the quiet game, I never win you twist my words and I'm unraveled again in stillness, in silence...
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Tell it, don't tell it drive them all off and hope they'll forget it the absence of sense the delusions a heart blackened by fear, paranoia Buried in the earth under the water moving beyond now onto forever... gone Like coins pouring down from heaven directed energy weapons rain down upon thee with a vicious, fear-inducing deluge you are the center you are the root you are the fool Burning in the snow cleansed by the fire beneath brick and stone now death's angel expires... gone... released... gone...

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This album was recorded, produced and mixed at Horse-drawn Productions (Berwyn, IL) by John E Bomher Jr.

"The next stage in the evolution of Bury The Machines. The 6 song EP is a reckoning with the relentless onslaught of ordinary agony and ecstasy that incredibly, many of us call life. A psychedelic journey, an onslaught of stoner metal that plumbs the post-modern depths of guitar reference, while somehow, simultaneously becoming an aural cry for help, forgiveness and mercy before the maker. Submit to its power." - Jared Mazzaschi

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released February 27, 2016

John E Bomher Jr. - Guitar, bass, synth, vox
Mark Serpico Jr. - Drums

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Bury the Machines Chicago, Illinois

Bury The Machines attempts to cope with the inevitable burden of humanity; the depression, loss, and hardship that is the price of consciousness. A stunted wail of hope and providence transmuted from tragedy and suffering; the promise to the tortured souls, the outcasts and artists that can no longer trudge the path toward redemption alongside us. ... more

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