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VOID (EP)

by The Last Surrealist

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    Comes in a full color jewel case with artwork by myself and graphic designer Jessica Savard. The CD contains the entirety of my EP entitled VOID.

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1.
Love me as I rest in a bed of Roses as I lie naked in the Doorway drifting off to sleep or waking To a new life dreaming that I Can escape into the darkened night sky With the light of a fire burning The wicker grave where I lie stargazing Love me as I look into your eyes Quiet as the shoreline returning To the edge of a floating world be- hind my eyes drinking liquor with her Christ In petty chapel pews vomiting the Porcelain lies confided in burning Embers of a child left sinking In the river under the world Love me in the morning after The excited body wanes into the after- Life as a new creation takes the place of God and my flesh in unison create the Endless sphere where you only exist for a Moment then drift and are placed upon my naked Body underwater and we may float to another Dawning world to drink another Love me for a moment (baby I'm tired) Can't you fucking hear my words protruding Through the depressed dirt where I linger With the footprints of a gypsy universe Examining my corpse for gold and trinkets Of meaningless nothing since we're dead and sinking Exhausted waste in a bottle of brandy That god is drinking as we're left naked, swimming...
2.
Release her body like nectar formed On Golgotha display the human flesh Covering the spirits of the carnal dead Submerged in the blood of a raped form Tie her body to the wooden cross To suck the vinegar from the Christ Lord And baptize the concealed beauty With vapor decaying viral whore To sleep in paradise alone I can't see from this vantage point That the world is coming to an end This fucking shit universe left by God for dogs Is ripping, ripping at our flesh Let us drink this vile of whiskey And bury our sorrow with emptiness The beasts swallow her dying flesh With no comfort for fucking breath She rests her head on a paved deathbed While hallucinogenic visions of a shotgun instead Sucks the life from the empty preying vessel I clamber to my feet to aid her escape The horror surrounds us like the night It seems no one is left in this place Except the dead, or the living Whom set the world ablaze in triumphant sadness We ready ourselves in a cold sweat My flesh combines with her flesh We fuck one another as the only escape While the dead linger just outside the doorway My body spasms from the orgasmic flood And drowns my misery in euphoric nothingness The zombies break in the fucking house So many get their brains blown out I'm all out of ammo so shove a dildo up their Fucking ass and laugh as I fucking kill myself She is left on her own but escapes The attack leaves her heart racing, Pulsing as she cries to the gods above "Am I truly left alone?" Like every good apocalypse She slits her wrists and slowly drifts Into the ambient sound waves of night Where two entwined quietly died
3.
Take one step backwards And live forever Take one step forward And die forever I stand still forever And soon disappear in the illusion So what does it fucking matter If I step backwards or forwards I'm dying forever I'm dying forever I'm dying forever I'm dying forever I'm dying forever I'm dying forever I'm dying forever I'm dying forever I'm dying forever

about

An examination of depression and suicidality in the form of music. There is an ironic shadow lingering behind these loud and often abrasive tracks. I do hope you are able to feel some sort of emotion while listening, as I know this music allows me to actually feel something more than pure apathy.

Review excerpts:

"The EP is really dark in the sounds and settings, creating a really particular contrast between the space and ambience - reminiscent of post-rock and post-hardcore - and typical lo-fi black metal aesthetics, including a synth works that reminds me of the late Burzum." - The Bandcamp Diaries

"In my opinion this is another great sound recording from The Last Surrealist and if you are a fan of experimental and atmospheric sounding black metal, you should check out this ep. RECOMMENDED TRACK "She Is Clenched In The Teeth Of Zombies". RECOMMENDED BUY." - OccultBlackMetalZine

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released March 12, 2013

Self recorded by the solo member of The Last Surrealist. I am no one.

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