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Thanatosis

by Wet Nurse.

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Focal Point 04:43
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The mouth was open The flies poured out Swirling into the sky They blotched out the sun and Devoured our minds and Spread deceit to cover the cries Of all that is holy and all that is dear Let us gaze on in terror as it all disappears Nothing will wash the dirt from these teeth No alcohol, no steel There will be no promises of forgiveness Upon the breaking wheel No fulfillment of unwritten contracts Signed with a slight of hand As we sow the seeds and reap the harvest Of this barren land A promise was made and A promise was broken and These are the words best left unspoken
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[Cascade] The machine cascades She puts her hand onto my shoulder The sound is the signal The skin is the window Closed circuit eyes Black lipstick smeared across the mirror [Decline] The machine declines Sequential lights indicate Her behaviour is convincing As if following instructions She presses the red light and The machine halts abruptly She reaches into the briefcase and Hands me a sealed nondescript envelope Her eyes roll back Into her skull and Blood pours from the sockets I remove a key from my coat pocket and Drive it into her neck [Ascent] The machine ascends Gears and levers churn The woman was beautiful Before I killed her Almost human I drag her corpse outside the machine and Down the narrow hotel hallway Leaving a trail of blood as we goes Unlocked and illuminating the room I am greeted by their motionless bodies, torn and strewn Each with their eyelids removed In dreams I can hear them laughing
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Falling prey to the illusion of hope The dilation of time, then the pupils Trajectory diverted One hand on the wheel The other over my mouth Tracing each saccade across the moonlit freeway The machinery grinds to a halt Brakes squeal as gears turn in reverse The rabbit's iris is as white as its fur In the scattering light of the floods Frozen in a state of suspended animation; of perpetual fear Our eyes lock and A faint sense of recognition creeps into my weary mind Exiting through the passenger seat as the rabbit darts beyond the snowbank and towards the forest My legs develop a will of their own and trudge obediently behind the rabbit tracks Through the forest and towards the clearing As if guided by some unfathomable, otherworldly force Upon reaching the clearing, the tracks vanish My feet begin to shiver in their boots, and as I grow aware of my surroundings, so does my skin crawl with terror The dead branches of the birch trees bend and twist in the moonlight like contorted limbs. Hanging from the limbs are innumerable skinless rabbits, inverted, swaying in the wind from their twine suspensions. Their bodies have been preserved by the cold, and upon rubbing my eyes to adjust focus, I realize that the rabbits are not dead. (They are dreaming) As I bend my neck back and Gaze at the stars My eyes turn white and Our fear becomes one
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Don't let me die here Whisper those words into my ear You gave me life on the brink of death and Bathed me in your tears The ritual stripped of its meaning Aperture dilating - Losing balance Fingers bend and grasp for the ceiling fan As the nurse crawls into the room Contorted and abused It is now the middle of the night and The blinds are fully shut So none of them can watch us take each others clothes off or Synchronize our watches Remove the needle from my arm and the bandages from my face and tell me that I'm pretty Before it's too late Don’t leave me forsaken At the end of a rope You brought me to laughter In the absence of hope That which was sacred has become the profane My body is barren – Excreting it’s pain The cables have been severed like the torso of the nurse. It's important to remember how you ended up here first. The bandages are gone now So is my reflection I pick up the receiver and Recognize the laughter
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Mannequins draped in cloaks of skin Cast shadows across the candle lit curtain Speaking in tongues Inverting the womb Inserting the blade Removing the human Consumed by an endless desire To be torn from the womb of the other To leave this world as one came into it Covered in blood and screaming in terror The deafening silence of liquid bodies The theatre of trauma Removing the human The chains of desire The blood on the stage The funeral pyre We fall apart like flowers Reflected in shattered mirrors If you were real I'd let you devour The body of my child Speaking in tongues Inverting the womb Inserting the blade Removing the human
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The mirror shatters Electric light spills from the cracks White and then black like Radiation static I turn around and find The apparition of the rabbit Exit stage left. A shard of glass severs my tongue and It writhes on the pitch black surface as if animated by some horrible god The audience is empty A dial tone welcomes me Hands without a body extend and guide the rope's ascent Red curtains divide and reveal The operating table Some organs are divisible Floodlights illuminate in rapid succession and my Memories fade in reverse as I Lay down on the table and Let the division occur.
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Tunnels of twisted flesh Adorned with featureless faces Spiral beyond the threshold and Into the sea of infinite blackness Stitched nerve drapery cascading A halo of flies surround the carcass of christ With salt in each stigmatic wound The umbilical cord between my teeth Squirming like a leech Dionysian aphrodisiac Streams from the divide Between the severed hemispheres Unfolding in my mind Rubber hands feel objects eyes see Tightening around your neck The hollow eyes of the crucified christ Gazing up in ecstasy
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We lay together on the harbour Beneath the dancing stars We spoke of the briefcase and its contents How they might erase the past The way your tears refract the light The way I could not save you or Place the revolver in your hand and Spin Ezekiel's wheel The confines of language are the bondage inside No more safe words for speechless you One last shot at liberation Regression to the mean The fragility of the human psyche is an achingly beautiful thing
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[DIES ARIE]
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Blindly crossing the threshold No turning back Not this time The grey skies hang heavy Waves crash against the rocks The silent angel grasps my ankles and I feel the cold water swallow me. I feel it swallow me (and in turn) I swallow it She carefully removes the blindfold and Begins inserting the metal hooks Nerves unwind from skeletal spools Forming red kaleidoscope webs Sprawling across the visual field Feeding the end through the eye of the needle My silent angel makes her work Seamlessly stitching the fractals of flesh As tears of salvation stream from her eyes And through my veins (In waves of pain) The meaning of life and The meaning of death Will both self-annihilate In one final act

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Released by Malignant Records (TUMORCD124) 2019/4/27

"Following 2017's split with Ten Thousand Miles of Arteries, Malignant is proud to present the latest full length from Canada's Wet Nurse.. Whereas previous output tended to operate more firmly within the field of traditional power electronics, Thanatosis represents a transitional sound at work, making frequent use of spoken-word vocals over fields of unnervingly cinematic textures, harmonium-type drones, and seething, mechanized whirr, much in the way of latter Martin Bladh/IRM works. Exploring landscapes of trauma through the reflection of nightmares, Thanatosis delivers a kind of jarring, fractured and intentionally broken musicality that feeds on angst and afflictions, and should find great appeal to those that appreciate a certain style of derangement in their electronics"

Wet Nurse. is Paul K.
Mastered by John Stillings at Steel Hook Audio Mastering.

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released December 12, 2019

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Wet Nurse. Winnipeg, Manitoba

Despondent death industrial project of P. Kinasevych and J. Westerhof, operating from Winnipeg MB

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