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Predation

by Ego

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1.
We live in a time without retaliation, of offense without retort. Acting solely through arbitration, crying for applause. Injustice and injury met only with whines. Our knives are sheathed, our hands are soft. We defer our own pride, we hand over our independence. Fawning for the heavy hand of authority, we play weak for attention. Calling on pigs to dole out petty penalties. Every weak finger points, but never closes to a fist. The flock hides behind a shepherd, terrified of their inadequacy. Violent retribution is a personal act. One should feel their actions red and wet on the skin. Do we no longer know the feeling? The rush of clarity when one fully commits. Rectifying transgression, breaking the jaw of those that would spit. I demand action. I demand the returning of favors. An eye for an eye, an eye for the whole severed head. Bear your own blood if the crime is so great. Take for yourself if life or limb must be taken. I leave this night to look for sheep. If I don’t find them, any coward will suffice. I leave this night to look for sheep. The world improved if prey doesn’t slip away.
2.
We've been lied to ever since our birth. That being is a blessing, that being is better than nothing. If I'd had the knowledge within the warmth of the womb, I'd have tied an umbilical noose and brought an end to this world. No one deserves to be born at the end. No one deserves the curse of consciousness. Survivor's guilt, the manifestation of reality that those who have perished are the lucky ones. A coward dies over and over again. Bearing witness to the hubris of humanity. We destroy ourselves daily anew, in servitude and in vice. Bowing before our supposed removal from nature. Rotting while still alive. What to make of an animal biting its tail? Frustration and denial that it itself is one with life's inevitable defeat. Children shocked by pain. The collective cries of all suffering echo empty into space. Simple negatives embody all that we ignore. There is no redemption in trial, no salvation through good behavior. All is for naught. Any and all is piss in the sea.
3.
I condemn you to a life of untreatable disease; boils and fever, fire and shame. I curse you to a death of indescribable pain; spewing arteries and obliterated bone. The feeling of the first drops of blood on my knuckles, blood on my teeth and tongue. Lapping in the carnage, savoring the crime. And let it not be the last, like a nymph enthralled by its rape. Sever ascension and bask in the lowest of all acts. Angels are in need of bondage, bastards are in need of pain. Beating the broken as a demonstration of power. The glorious revelation of violence. I relate only to solitude, sentience is irrelevant. If time and place should grant me the chance, without any other eyes or ears to perceive, I want nothing more than to pin you by your throat and slowly drive a blade beneath your sternum. To leech you of your humors, to watch the whites of your eyes grow with panic. Darting back and forth, searching for familiarity, for a shred of “humanity”. Mucus frothed lips contort useless flailing becomes weaker as you pale. Forever emulating the foolish, reigning over the insecure. Samson option, all slaughter within my radius. Malice aforethought, abandonment of proportionality. A Masada mentality by force of arms. When rebellion can't be incited, slay the sheep and burn the wool. No world without the self, thus all worlds bear an end. No deterrence strategy, supersede all doctrine. Destruction of temple and earth, mass retaliation and glorious death. First to break first use. May nothing be extended forever. Envisioning all demise to eradicate common rule. I relate only to solitude, sentience is irrelevant.
4.
From a pedestal of wishful thinking, warped by the need for make believe, A fool’s persona proselytizes their drug induced beliefs. Posturing as the pinnacle of all human perception, jerking off to manuscripts in a warm modern home. Admitting the faults of faith while wholeheartedly flaunting their own. The left hand path is decorated just the same, worshipping all things as greater than they are. Rejecting the crucifix but still chugging the wine. Passing off hallucination as something divine. Sleep paralysis or just a drunkard’s rest? There is nothing deeper to an inebriated vision. Just stumbling and vomit, slurred words and lost ideas. Confirmation bias via intoxication, enlightenment without critique. Brain injury necessary to perceive the fantasy. I take issue with this methodology, and the false certainty it grants. The tantra of bullshit pedallers. if a man sees a ghost in the smoke, why should anyone give a shit?

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Spitting blood and bile into the shiny toilet of modern black metal, Ego have arrived with a blade beneath their jacket and tar between their teeth. Bearing black eyes instead of corpse paint, the duo of Piss & Shit rise half-drunk from the gutter to remind the pedestrian and the complacent of what black metal should be: foul, filthy, and threatening. 'Predation' is four tracks of uncompromising black metal, without synths, solos, or apologies. An imperfect rant fit for muggings and murders, hearkening back to a sound found buried in trash and left in the alleys. The stench of stale cigarettes to spoil the incense, the promise of violence to cower the contrived. Ego is exactly what the cowards deny. NO PRIDE - ALL HATE

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released December 25, 2020

Piss: Guitar, Bass, Vocals
Shit: Guitar, Drums, Vocals

All music & lyrics written by Ego.

Recorded by the Lycaean Triune at the Unsafe Space, Fall 2019 (Anchorage, Alaska)

Mixed & mastered by Will Killingsworth at Dead Air Studio

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