HELLISH

by CARNIST

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1.
Hell is belief some seek answers in fallow halls redundant etchings from illiterate mouths offering entrances for sanctioned wars ideologues gleeful of each axe that falls to belittle, to denigrate to maintain intolerance objectify and abuse and defend each feeble tack learned sciences half read and even less understood, feared and rejected only their children will feel the scold the pox of misguided love of fatal safe keeping there is more in heaven and earth than is written in your philosophy snake oil pedaler in the holy temples the seats of capital the slaughter houses
2.
Hell is patriarchy Oh my god look at us fucking sadistic sociopaths! sentencing ourselves to endless betraying social constructs golden calves adorn every door avert your mind and gaze from the mire and mar of man who made nature a sin curse of binaries greatest cost the separate spheres that asphyxiate industriously welding shackles to that which no one yearns to be to rend any sense of self ever further from the truth the mire and mar of man who made us all a sin
3.
Hell is murder capable hands do our bidding outsource the killing, the letting of blood! culpable for these heinous acts at least claim the life! Admit the death! cowardice hides behind cellophane wrap hold on tight to the smiling charade! the mocking advert of the animal giving of its flesh willingly do we owe them a life? do we owe them a life? of course we fucking do condone the hung drawn and quartered normalise death! desensitise death! false declarations of empathy organic meat? humane slaughtering? every swallow a bloody betrayal every shrug a passive sentence at least own up to your selfishness you are a tomb you are a tomb! do we owe them a life? do we owe them a life? of course we fucking do do we owe them a life? do we owe them a life? of course we fucking do
4.
02:14
Hell is self I carry this stone upon the nape of my neck I hunch lower and lower I feel lower and lower fear is my keeper languish in dread fear inadequacy fear of not achieving enough I find so much solace in creativity and friendship yet it nags at me to criticise and deconstruct all that I do I do not want to endure what I self inflict, I am not a fan of this no not one fucking bit we are greater than the sum of our fears we are greater than our anxieties not governed by lack of confidence we are someone, I am someone I find so much solace in creativity and friendship yet it nags at me to criticise and deconstruct all that I do I do not want to endure what I self inflict, I am not a fan of this no not one fucking bit every time every time I have to stay in every awkward day in my skin every single panic attack Damned If I will let it win
5.
Hell is complicity We have become sick on the offal of innocents listen to the incessant significant whine that speaks volumes we are the torturers shank the glib slip of entrails the despicable act in the name of lust someone's body hangs lifeless who loved and eagerly lived who heard their mother sing who saw their mother bleed we have let the grey void consume it ate a gaping hole in us all it loosened its jaw wide devouring without prejudice {we numbed the internal dispute we closed off our sympathy and found dark places within to closet our revulsion} we stole them away {from pastures} we told them we owned them ‘you no longer own your limbs you no longer own your skin!’ and when we cut into them and they defecated with fear and tried to flee and screamed we still claimed they could not feel can only we feel pain? is it really unique to us? are they really fooling us? are they merely automaton? yet the whine increased instilled a sinking feeling we saw the slaughter, the carnage, and rape, we shook the stupor and In the cold light we felt each knife enter felt the wrenching burn and the desperation to live the connective tissue healed we gathered the proof saw beyond the carven dead saw the mother and her young no longer food, no longer ours until every stall is open until every cage is empty
6.
Hell is other people does it really boil down to this? the sanctimonious consequence bloodied noses and shards of teeth the grizzled remembrance we’ve really let ourselves go effigies of blessed times the time before the floods the droughts, the displaced peoples this is human conditioning caked in indifference until it strikes us where it hurts the inconvenience my patience is just fumes I stall amidst stagnant hordes fleshy coffins made mobile all mouth, gaping hollow caught in the glare of sloth lashing out impotently unable to convey the slightest original thought this is human conditioning caked in indifference until it strikes us where it hurts the inconvenience and so we anguish in dark age principles in the raw palm of violence at the brink of our undoing pay attention before the march of horseman cometh the fires rain choking soot our children wish they had not been born

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Chaos Rural records - www.chaosruralrecords.com
Alerta Antifascista - www.doomrock.com


Carnist is:

Dave - Drums
Gerfried - Guitar
Olly - Bass/ vocals
Alex - Vocals

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released September 23, 2015

Recorded by Ian Bolt at Stuck on a name studios in Nottingham 2015
stuckonaname.co.uk

Mastered by Oskar Karlsson

With special thanks Timo and Matt,
Melanie Joy - carnism.org
our friends Lu and Tom for their spoken word parts.

Go vegan! Stay vegan!

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Carnist are a DIY hardcore punk band from London England.

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