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Finite

by TEETH

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1.
A garden of eyes that flourish within a cavern of bone. Rapidly twitching to taste evolution’s symphony of accident. Lids possessed by the demon of want, incessantly blinking just to be noticed and scratched by a fruitless synapse. Forever sparking beneath a quilt of snores. Sleep a mere delusion while digesting endless forever. A fabric that can only be witnessed. A force we cannot lasso that leaves us drooling before inertia’s absence. The past advances without yielding, while the future decides to diminish. Yet our gluttony grows still. The eyes that gaze within us witness the madness we’ve come to worship. Alas let us sing and pray! With our knees eroded by inadequacy’s pews. Palms sewn together through our cowardly armor. With sinew corroded by stagnation. The ends of our flesh forced skyward in praise while our hearts drum with suffocating fear. The eyes that we’ve grown within our abyss dried by the breath of our genetic cowardice. Alas we must blaspheme! The grip of time only becomes an embrace once the screaming choir of purpose is denied. Carve out the eyes you’ve watered and grown that are awkwardly fixed upon your lobes. Satiate with the river of nectar from vertebrae. The pillar of self twisted by life.
2.
Restless eyes translate hieroglyphs that capillaries paint beneath my lids. A war dance of apneic throes that tear each dream from beneath my feet. I then can forget the colors I constantly wither to a comatose grey. Where scorn and sorrow can be fetishized and reluctance gluttonized. Assaulted and beaten by every ticking clock. Licked by the failure of pleather and cheap door frames. I’ll sleeplessly walk forever daydreaming, until my day of dreamless sleep.
3.
Concubine 02:17
Divest. Disconnect. Dissociate. Defenestrate. Sabotage. Sacrifice. Scorched earth policy. The wise old whore sports a shit eating grin. While the young concubine tries to stumble away. Failed kamikaze mission. Shatter relics, leave no vestige. Lodge a bullet in every memory. No reason to wear the belt you used to hang yourself.
4.
Climbing the inescapable monument of time. Reaching the summit to ring its bell, just to calmly turn and forget. Inevitability hammered to the crucifix of destiny. Perpetuating its vexing tantrum behind the ears of hope that burn with adoration. Bridges built atop blistered palms that bleed indifference and delusion. Muted flesh-sacks crawl across concrete arches, their necks carved through by futility’s garrote. The spastic tearing of musculature hidden among the fog of dead stars. The howling separation of bone from flesh. Choking down burning dust that never settles. Distortions of embarrassment wailing to be heard by anything other than themselves. A valley carved through the womb of death, so she can raise and cannibalize her worthless children. Frenzied effort answered by the deafening snores of a beast that isn’t there. Without worth, without legacy. None but cuffed to prisons of flesh. Finite in the belly of infinity.
5.
Blessed with the malady of soul. The corporeal nexus reciting litanies of unfounded comfort. The toilsome obligation of mortality. Foresight clouded by the boundless possibility, kneeled before the form peeled across our frame. The constant thin line between here and elsewhere provides us the means to scratch the next world. The vessel our will pours into, possessed by the dim wraith that rots tomorrows into now.

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released November 19, 2021

Produced, engineered, mixed and mastered by Erol Ulug at Bright Lights Studios
Artwork by Mark Erskine
Layout by Jacob Speis

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TEETH California

Expressing our hatred through visceral dissonance.

Erol Ulug- Guitar/Vocals
Alejandro Aranda - Drums
Peter King- Bass
Justin Moore- Guitar/Vocals

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