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Devil Music

by portrayal of guilt

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1.
I’ve carried this body for miles. The sacrificed hang from the trees, withering. Covered in ash, their corpses sway. The scent of decay reeks as the embers burn. There’s a lingering pain pulsating within me. Softly weeping, I lay the angel on the wooden pyre before taking one last taste of heaven.
2.
Untitled 02:09
The angels’ tears rain down from the torn, emptied bodies hanging from the chains above. Tortured souls shackled in cages, calling my name. The steel gate opens and the demons dance around me, taunting me. Caressing my body, consuming my anxiety until I’m paralyzed. The whispers grow louder. A deafening hiss fills the air. Consuming my anxiety. The steel gate opens and the demons dance around me, taunting me. Calling my name.
3.
Burning Hand 02:03
Cutting herself repeatedly, she paints my body in her own blood. Bound by desire, lusting over me. A lover's embrace on this bed of nails. Under her spell, I can feel my memories fade. Her burning hand will always haunt me. Bound by desire, lusting over me. She paints my body in her own blood. It’s like I’m living in a nightmare.
4.
Before I rest, I pray for death, but I keep waking, nails to my face. Breath of decay. Slowly I ache. Sorrow remains. All I feel is shame. Clouds of misery. There’s something in the air. These scars are shallow. Dip your hands into the well to see through this pain. Dread surrounding, inching towards my lifeless limbs. Why won’t this end? Everything I touch falls to pieces. Each day is more painful than the last. Before I rest, I pray for death, but I keep waking, nails to my face. Breath of decay. Slowly I ache. Sorrow remains. All I feel is shame. My head in my hands, faintly weeping. Dehumanizing, breathing deeply. I push the needle into my skin, desperately trying to numb myself. Rejecting this reality, with the Body of Christ within. My head in my hands, faintly weeping. Dehumanizing, breathing deeply. I push the needle into my skin, desperately trying to numb myself. Rejecting this reality. My head in my hands. This is where angels come to die.
5.
Devil Music 05:46
Frigid and pale, my hands are tied behind my back. I can hear her footsteps echoing behind me. The light glistens on my skin from the grate above. She burns me with her cigarette, guiding me with pain. And she stood there, watching, lusting. Her desire for human flesh is potent in the air. No one will ever hurt me the way you do. Her cold touch grazes my cheek before her fingers enter my mouth. Her scent is hypnotizing. Sweat pours down the edge of my back. She grabs my hair, pulling my head backward and whispers into my ear. “I want to watch you suffer.” “I want to feel your pain.” She turns around, revealing her broken wings. No one will ever hurt me the way you do.
6.
I’ve carried this body for miles. The sacrificed hang from the trees, withering. Covered in ash, their corpses sway. The scent of decay reeks as the embers burn. There’s a lingering pain pulsating within me. Softly weeping, I lay the angel on the wooden pyre before taking one last taste of heaven.
7.
The angels’ tears rain down from the torn, emptied bodies hanging from the chains above. Tortured souls shackled in cages, calling my name. The steel gate opens and the demons dance around me, taunting me. Caressing my body, consuming my anxiety until I’m paralyzed. The whispers grow louder. A deafening hiss fills the air. Consuming my anxiety. The steel gate opens and the demons dance around me, taunting me. Calling my name.
8.
Cutting herself repeatedly, she paints my body in her own blood. Bound by desire, lusting over me. A lover's embrace on this bed of nails. Under her spell, I can feel my memories fade. Her burning hand will always haunt me. Bound by desire, lusting over me. She paints my body in her own blood. It’s like I’m living in a nightmare.
9.
Before I rest, I pray for death, but I keep waking, nails to my face. Breath of decay. Slowly I ache. Sorrow remains. All I feel is shame. Clouds of misery. There’s something in the air. These scars are shallow. Dip your hands into the well to see through this pain. Dread surrounding, inching towards my lifeless limbs. Why won’t this end? Everything I touch falls to pieces. Each day is more painful than the last. Before I rest, I pray for death, but I keep waking, nails to my face. Breath of decay. Slowly I ache. Sorrow remains. All I feel is shame. My head in my hands, faintly weeping. Dehumanizing, breathing deeply. I push the needle into my skin, desperately trying to numb myself. Rejecting this reality, with the Body of Christ within. My head in my hands, faintly weeping. Dehumanizing, breathing deeply. I push the needle into my skin, desperately trying to numb myself. Rejecting this reality. My head in my hands. This is where angels come to die.
10.
Frigid and pale, my hands are tied behind my back. I can hear her footsteps echoing behind me. The light glistens on my skin from the grate above. She burns me with her cigarette, guiding me with pain. And she stood there, watching, lusting. Her desire for human flesh is potent in the air. No one will ever hurt me the way you do. Her cold touch grazes my cheek before her fingers enter my mouth. Her scent is hypnotizing. Sweat pours down the edge of my back. She grabs my hair, pulling my head backward and whispers into my ear. “I want to watch you suffer.” “I want to feel your pain.” She turns around, revealing her broken wings. No one will ever hurt me the way you do.

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DEVIL MUSIC SHORT FILM: youtu.be/TvPCAJgy6Bk

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released April 20, 2023

Tracks 1-5 recorded and mixed by Matt Michel at Viva Studio
Tracks 6-10 recorded and mixed by Ben Greenberg at Circular Ruin
Mastered by Matt Colton at Metropolis Studios
Additional recording by Andrew Hernandez at Arroyo Audio
Artwork by Ben Roberts

Additional vocals on "Where Angels Come to Die" by Jenna Rose
Cello on songs 6-10 by Rachel Gawell
French horn on songs 6-10 by Rachel Drehmann
Tuba on songs 6-10 by Joe Exley

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