Five Zeroes: An Other Suicides Companion

by The Mercy Cage

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1.
鮫、細片のすみが回って回る。 燃えて、薄らぎ、死んで、生き返る 細かい光の跡が揺さぶって、ハミングして、獰猛だ。 ぼんやりした4月の賞が彼女の背中と崩れ落ちる。虚空の中に。無に戻って、消え去った。 そして私は彼女を見た。 そして私は彼女を見た。 私は彼女を見た。 後ろに倒れるのを。 そして私は彼女が風の中に倒れるのを見た ぜろ ぜろ ぜろ ぜろ ぜろ
2.
And the dirge was electric They found her dead on both sides, blank with speed. Corpse hounds baying in a now empty space. For all of your suffering & all of your knowing I thought that the title gave the answer away... So much for the flowers here Choked black on stems, all our histories arrayed For all the chemistry in our version of the truth. Like demonology, no penance here To honour your saints delayed And on the bleeding edge we prey... Another Five Zeroes Down Sorry No heroes here today You said: "you CAN shut it out you know" "but it keeps intruding..." An artefact from another time & place When the trail went cold Like Evelyn you were beautiful then And in that version of the elegy we grow old Though we're old in this one too. This is no small defence when boys keep slipping absent friends await Two plagues are monumental Its ruinous you see Breaks thru two wires thin Confirms the past, dissolves the maw screaming Threes and famines in this hole that we used to lay. And Radiation! it follows As logic dictates that we might break Under the weight of this delay with the strain of Another Five Zeroes Down Sorry No heroes here today I scoured the wastes, After the world fell. And you were there. But you were charred & black. And cold. And nothing of substance…
3.
If i... seemed to phase right through you to conjure loss from the air Another set of, streams and attractors breaking to plot backwards from here....to the end. Strung along, you're telling stories Want this gone. And you said, if this was only distraction for every hollowed thing you left When in memoriam, these scarlings fly and you surface. For all your razors intent we arrive again...at the end Strung along, you're telling stories Want you gone.. A line displaced Your revenant corpse for the raves returns to ash. Irradiates,then burns us away Do you remember words unsaid by the voices in your head In your walking ghost phase. Another vanished string undone prompts the fades along in your walking ghost phase… Irradiates then burns us away.
4.
And she is leaving generic Vicodin trails fraught with potential And she is de-saturated/numb And dead electric And i remembered not to use words like that because she's listening. always listening. always. And I Am Weak Coiled black scientific, 16 minor strains And She Is Weak Hard synthetic like an ending of all things And We Are Demotivated by the remedy stalling again There will never be a right time to swallow this down And she is A scar tissue memento Prescription traumatic And she is some apathy stunting of the god i coloured in & i. i am damaged like you are damaged too... my new imaginary friend. And She Is Weak A bipolar automatic artificial stain And I Am Weak Clawed on by aftertouch and the ending of all things And We Are… Demotivated by the remedy stalling again There will never be a right time to swallow this down Demotivated by the remedy stalling just waiting for the world to open up. And. Swallow me now. I took a razor to: The start & end of every little lie The thousand deaths & entrances it brings The meds that kept me under while you broke I ran a razor through this. And I Am Weak / She Is Weak / We Are Weak Together Breaking… & I Remember.
5.
And she runs hard from directives Static override Prosthetic animata radiate out from here And the band plays on Mannequin roguelikes Things of steel in periphery Through the taunt of smoke the pyre burns always… Never was to blame for gathering knives before the fall It never was the shame of minor deaths and assassins here. So if we're monsters, it's an artifice to emanate unturned, undressed & undestroyed A dirge for all the disappeared affection / misdirection and your recipe for body spill lays short, pale wires upon the graves. And these are funeral days Once corrosive, drink the fabric in For all your blackout displays Take a stab at recollection And these are funeral days Spurred on by the promise of the lingering threat here Seems a rational trait to resign Rolled emotion, skewered devotion I have things you'll need to sign... this time. I. I Have Materials In Reply.
6.
If the sun were black today. If the lights weren’t of any, Consequence…We would still be here. Something black in the narrative foreshadowing An affectation of torture & change In the hands of the house of the god i coloured in One more task to fetishize. Your absence joins the fray... No bombs for the masquerade, No god, no guns, no drugs, no lilies here.. & the costume that you wore last night Did you embellish that too? Oh… Nothing more than shadow & skin now Seven razors for all your serpents relayed And the guard on the barricades shouts: “hands up / hands off / hands up / go.” Tear down the walls. And we break Hardwired into this state. And still We break. In an artificial language we change to outrun ourselves. No flowers here Our great conceit is an orphan now It's screaming Another hymn for the vanished string here One more trip into the black you can't control this you can't ever have it back. no. Tear down the walls. And we break Hardwired into this state. And still We break...And fear, our animal selves.
7.
There's a crack in the narrative we bound into place On the edge of seventeen & 40 i was Overwrought in the wastes Radiata divine Check your cell phone, Britney says the raptures arrived I fought your war but the wolves kept coming at me I fought your war but the wolves kept coming. Under The Blackest Light. There Are Traces Of You Here. A fiction to reinforce We were only ever vapor friends Under The Blackest Light. There Are Traces Of You Here. If There was something more between us Than our clothes & consequence to go on. Only pieces remain.... [I wear the same cross as you everyday now that this has gone away...] Hurl your credit card Paris is on fire tonight An old passport in however many places we have left Sterile moments that the will of history will define No closure here. No loop at the end.
8.
I loved you like a razor Magnified a thousand times & I fell on my own sword yesterday. What else is new? Say something Please say something Something i can use… Don’t look back Never look behind you Don’t look back Make sure she never testifies Where are you now? I am broken.

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A collection of songs from the forthcoming 'Other Suicides: A Pocket History Of Cryptography' album by The Mercy Cage, featuring vocal performances by Justine O’Gahdra-Sharp, Reapers, & Kirine.

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released December 15, 2017

Five Zeroes: An Other Suicides Companion
Recorded, mixed & mastered June 2012 - December 2017
@ VET_labs, Auckland NZ
Words, Music, Voice, Instruments & Programming: Josh Wood
Vocals: Justine O'Gahdra-Sharp

Vocal on track 2 & 7: Kirine
Vocal on track 4: Randi Hubler of Reapers
Cello on track 1 & 8: Carolina Teruel
Electric Guitar track 5 & 7: Dean Young

Cover design: pH
Five Zeroes Kanji Glyphs: Zeus777

All songs © 2017 josh wood/the mercy cage. All rights reserved

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