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Over Pale Bodies

by Wet Specimens

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    Wet Specimens debut LP on Brain Slash Records, standard edition on black vinyl

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  • Cassette + Digital Album

    Released on Runstate Tapes, only 99 copies available worldwide. 66 in standard silver shells (this version), and 33 in glow in the dark cases/shells (sold out). Includes exclusive soundscape "Phantom Limb Interlude" by JP Hearse which is an extension of the unnerving audio collages, with a wall of sound that draws the curtain and brings the first side to an eerie closing.

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All the blisters have been revealed Licking wounds that never healed An hourglass turns too many times Counting years with darkening lines How many chances lost? How many grains have dropped? How many times must I stand at the edge of the abyss?
3.
Bed of Nails 02:09
Bed of nails at my back A dozen cavities bleeding black It fills the space between It taints the air we breathe Contagion comes from within A crown of thorns on my head Sign the cross and I'll be dead Curse my name because it's not his I'll press the spear between my ribs Contagion piercing the skin In nomini patri et spiritus sancti peccavisti et peccavi
4.
Early Grave 01:08
Broken teeth Broken hands Broken knees Can barely stand I worked for this early grave Chunks of meat Removed from me Stolen sleep No way to breathe
5.
Cursed Ethic 02:27
Morality collection Amputated in a jar This wound is infected It's no guiding star Lap cream from palms of power It won't quench your thirst Wring sweat from a dollar These ethics are cursed It's a bad omen When people are well And it's not a business Without treatment to sell
6.
Sleeping in the eye of the storm The cry of a future being born Relics of inanity Cast out and scattered like leaves Eating words like broken glass Drawing breath and drowning in the past Sedated by a world collapse The dying light of a burnt out synapse Words falling limp from the tongue Like tears on the last iron lung A corpse ignored face down in the street No one reacts and the cycle completes
7.
The air so still inside There is no light The years made way for waste Of stolen life The dust collects It chokes, it chokes Through broken gates They marched in place Knowing her war was her own The air so still inside There is no light The years made way for waste Of stolen life The cord, it wraps And chokes, and chokes A confessionary teething Imposed upon the world Over pale bodies of dead girls A dictatory future With righteousness unfurled Over pale bodies of dead girls
8.
Cold Earth 02:55
Putrefaction of a departed soul Calla lilies to have and to hold These mottled hands may turn to sand And the chant goes on and on and on Hear the call of oily shadows Anoint the hand that built the gallows A flower grows on a mass grave What wrath had wrought to be forgave The roots run deep to restless sleep And the decay goes on and on and on
9.
the Effigist 00:54
Volunteered myself To ruin my mind for my health An empty shell to hang Celebrate in flames Treat me like effigy Try and try to burn me I finally found my worth In a pool of mud afterbirth Add this one to your list I am the effigist
10.
Phobias 01:54
Afraid of the man whose face is blank Afraid of the ghosts and those in their chains Strangled in phobias What will it be? It takes its toll When will it come? There's no control Afraid of the blood and how it'll spill Afraid to fuck, afraid to kill Afraid of the fear and the shape it takes Afraid to sleep Afraid to wake
11.
Each clouded step so hard to take A shrouded haze that I can't break Discorporation Like ruins when buildings fall I am nothing, and I am all Trying to see through eyes behind me Trying to live a life that I don't want to keep
12.
See your paths engulfed in flame Know the brain that's stained with shame Cloak of daggers draped on shoulders bare A crown of thorns too eager to wear Bow to the martyr in the mirror Pray to the god who was never here Strike the hand that absolves the sin Play the god Play the god
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A full moon A void in memory A chapter missing A book to never read I heard a voice from the bottom of the earth I've seen the place where these things have given birth Times we've waited for the belated Walls of bone asleep Beneath the stone Of stories shown And for us they weep These walls they scream together as one The halls are sealed and there's nowhere left to run

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released August 25, 2023

Recorded & mastered by Will at Dead Air Studios
Samples & sound manipulation by JP Hearse
Illustration & design by Apocalypticbell
Layout, design, & additional samples by Colin Social
Vinyl released on Brain Slash Records
Cassette released by Runstate Tapes

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Guitar - Cannonball
Bass - Eric
Drums - Dan
Vocals - Colin

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