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PSYCHIC INVASION CELL "Telesthesian Hauntings"

by Psychic Invasion Cell

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1.
Tonight Is Not My Fucking Night I Feel Short Of Breath And Barely Alive. I Look Upwards At The Moon As It Shines And I Wish In My Bed With My Illness To Die. Every Fucking Thing I Force Down My Throat Just Doesn’t Make It Better Enough. Nothing I Can Eat, Nothing I Can Smoke Will Ease The Pain And Death Is Starting To Feel Like Home. One Lead Pill To Make It All Go Away And One Quick Way To Paint The Fucking Ceiling. She’ll Be Just Fine Whether I Leave Or I Stay, So I Think It’s Time To Walk The Other Way. One Lead Pill To Cure All The Pain A Quicker Death Than A Ride From The Eave So Cut A Line Into Your Wrist, Let It Bleed If You Need To Get Ahold Of Me. And When My Mind Decides To Fucking Dream It’s All Death And Gore And Hate, So It Seems. Why Would I Ride This Out Why Would Through This I See Anything But Black Anything But… One Lead Pill To Make It All Go Away And One Quick Way To Paint The Fucking Ceiling. She’ll Be Just Fine Whether I Leave Or I Stay, So I Think It’s Time To Walk The Other Way. One Lead Pill To Cure All The Pain A Quicker Death Than A Ride From The Eave So Cut A Line Into Your Wrist, Let It Bleed If You Need To Get Ahold Of Me. And In Your Eyes… Nothing But Hate I See Nothing But Selfishness Nothing But Immaturity. And In Your Mind, I Am The Ghosts You See. I Am The Face You Regret. I Will Be There When You Bleed. I’ll Wash These Walls In Red I Swear I’ll Be In Your Grave When You Are Dead. Listen Now And Listen Good It Was I, And Not You, That Died In Those Woods. It Was I That Fell Despite My Best Efforts To Cure All Your Emptiness. You Let Me Lie In The Cold And The Wet And If I Should Express My Discontent You Called It Cruelty And Unjustness And Then You Tried To Take All That I Had Left. You Tried To Turn Me From All Of My Friends As You Wept And Wore Your Heart In Your Hands. As You Sunk Too-Deep In Mud And Sand You Tried To Blame Me For Where You Had Stepped. Thank Christ, You Failed, As You Always Do I Truly Hope I’ve Seen The End Of You When I Return To Those Fucking Woods It’ll Be Without The Devil I Knew.
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Take The Steps To Compose The Miasma Then Inhale The Smoke Breathe In The Blackness Walk ‘Twixt The Worlds When You Vomit, You Will Hear A Voice In Your Head, And You Will Do As She Says. On The Steps Of The Temple Ov Aastor Forget All You Were Told Walk Far From The Pyramid Ov Filth Abandon All That You Know. At The Edge Of The Woods In The Blackest Of Cloaks Are Your Friends And Your Family And Your Only True Home. At The Edge Of Their Blades You’ll Be Reaped And Your Seeds Sewn Across Farthest Fields In The Wombs Of The Foretold. As We Dance In The Moonlight, Our Hands In The Corpse-Wine, Our Feet Touch The Soil But Our Minds Ride The Black Sky. We Sing Of The Fallen That In Their Graves Lie Long Forever Imprisoned By The Foolishness Of The Light-One. Ride With Us Now To The Ends Of The Earth Cross Now The Paths ‘Twixt Dying, Breeding, And Birth. Seed Now The Womb Of Your Mother The Sun And Burn Fast The Shell Of The Crucified Pawn.

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Traditional DSBM hymns of loss, loneliness, and black magic. Deep writhing layers in which are embedded wishes to destroy oneself and tales of certain old cults that seek to possess those in such mental realms. Invasive thoughts and a tightening in the chest begat strange visions, if they can be called thus, felt outside any normal sense. Freedom from life and light attained, on lead wings with feathers of rope...

"A cool kind of goth/black/gloom metal concoction here. The mood sort of brings Mental Home to mind. Depressive metal goodness in two long tracks. Weird and gloomy as fuck."
- Ear Of Corn Fanzine

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released July 25, 2020

All instruments and vocals by H.
For fans of Xasthur, Burzum, Lifelover, etc.
Cover art by ALAN FORBES [@AlanForbes on Instagram].

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