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Immute​:​Jackals (Disc 1)

by KUNVUK

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1.
Hypochondriac 03:46
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HYPOCHONDRIAC Unfounded We seek an anthem for the weak, for the week And yet the days don’t match I feel quite dead today, in a way I feel just like you And I want you to relax Sit the fuck back Smile as you die inside There are terms and conditions that you need to know Do you want to grow? Do you want to grow? Then reject yourself Reject your children I’m bored with this obese and cancerous world I feel quite dead, hooray, but in a day I will be something like you I’ve found you You are so fucking weak, so fucking weak And who’s to say the days don’t match I was buried today, in a cage And all I want is to claw your throat So I need you to relax Sit the fuck back Smile as you die inside There are terms and conditions that I beg to know Do you want to know? Do you want to know? Then reject your life Your stupid dreams Your spine is bending and there’s nothing to catch you I feel quite dead, hooray, but I will stay And you will be something like me
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...And No One Will Return My Calls 06:27
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...And No One Will Return My Calls Sickness: cut, cut, cut: depression: cut, cut: helpless: cut, cut, cut: helpless: cut, cut: Injections: isolation: helpless: helpless I AM NOT I AM NOT I AM NOT I AM NOT The headaches are fuelled by my skin: buy my skin My world convulsing out of control The tumour crushing against my bones Blackouts.Stake outs Unending, pretending, pain, pain, pain Waited. I’ve waited. Hospitals: cut, cut, cut: sacks of pills: cut, cut: hopeless: cut, cut, cut: hopeless: cut, cut: I can’t begin to waste away. Why don’t you try. I can’t even think to waste away. Why don’t you try. Rejected: I’ve waited: infected: a sickness: Selfless: I can’t wait: selfless: I won’t wait The sky ringing over me: dreams| ...AND NO ONE WILL RETURN MY CALLS The tumour shall inherit the earth.
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While You Wait 03:05
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While You Wait Prayer circles for the dying Prayer circles try to buy me Prayer circles for the dying Prayer circles for the dying I am the worst kind of lady We do abortions while you wait And we are paid very fucking handsomely for it Why we only lost twelve patients this week Up from thirteen the previous Ahh but you do need to break some eggs, don’t you Swings and roundabouts I hear you say, Swings and roundabouts. Prayer circles for the dying Prayer circles try to buy me Prayer circles for the dying Prayer circles for the dying Our moral worth, it has a price It won’t pay for the prayer circles But they are tagged and bagged Like abortions that just won’t wait And we’ve lost all our ticker Damn you for thinking of me The patients are still checking themselves out Swings and roundabouts I hear you say Swings and roundabouts We do abortions all while you wait Don’t try to cry now, don’t even wait Wait
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We Are The Virus 05:15
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We Are The Virus Inside, outside, inside, take a number. Inside, outside, inside, take a vote. (gotta give it to me, give it to me). We are the virus. We are heavy handed. Destroy nothing but ourselves Look for the new extinction. Coming soon to your area Outside We are the virus We are the virus We are the virus We are sickening Sick down to our stomachs. Sit down and masticate Wait for the revolution. Wait for the great escape Insane, outsourced, insane, self-divorced... Go away, I’m asleep. Alone in silence, as you weep. Go away, I’m asleep. Alone the silence, I will keep. Insane, outsourced, insane, self-divorced… The beast roam the plains of the Earth. Out of reach of the Sun… Disciples before him reach out. For their share of the One… Before you: came to rest: we thought: to self invest In a secret : safe with us: our spread infects you: filled with pus Body aching: twitching skin: eyelids: paper thin Blood boils: sweat drench: writhing in your: fetid stench Blood boils: sweat drench: writhing in your: fetid stench We are the virus. Go away, I’m asleep. Alone in silence, as you weep. Go away, I’m asleep. Alone the silence, I will keep.
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Immute 00:38
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Osiris 06:59
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Osiris Patch me in my sick friend. I think I’ll buy your shame. I’m poorly conceived, forever bereaved and never believed. LEAVE YOU I can make up your mind if you let me. I’ll let you buy our shame. You cowardly fuck: patchwork: friend of God. GIVE UP Patch me in Death Buddha: Buddha. Patch me in Death Buddha. Cowardice comes but once in a lifetime. Patch me in death coward. 216: hell yeah: I got a fix. Patch me in. Trick yourself in this life long. Patch me in Death Buddha. LEAVE ME ALONE. Waterboard me reject. Someone’s rising in me. I know I can see, deafening me and always appeased. LEAVE YOU I can rattle a cage if you let me. I’ll help you kill your name. You cowardly fuck: knuckle-dragging: waste of carbon. MAKE UP YOUR MIND Patch me in Death Buddha: Buddha. Patch me in Death Buddha. Cowardice comes but TWICE in a lifetime. Patch me in death coward. 216: You ain’t ever going to be fixed. Patch me in. Trick yourself in this life long. Patch me in Death Buddha. (break the circuit - kill yourself) Barcodes for the dead, eba heaving. Handbags for the living. LIVING Impregnate me, impregnate me. Tagged by my toe-tags. Dreaming of decay. Barcodes for the living. LIVING Body-bags for the head, body-bags for the head. I’m innocent... The body-bags will reek of coriander and pot-pourri Patchwork: framework of cowards. Leads me to make up my mind. I can patch me in if I want to. I can patch me in if I want to. PICK ME. PICK ME. PICK ME. I can be you. I can be you. I can be any of you: OSIRIS. I can be anything you need me to be. Just patch me in. Barcodes for the friends, eba heaving. Handbags for the living. LIVING Drag me down. Drag me down. Tagged by my toe-tags. Dreaming of disarray. Barcodes for the living. LIVING Body-bags for the head, body-bags for the head. I’m always stupid... Patch me in Death Buddha: Buddha. Patch me in Death Buddha. Cowardice has come THRICE in your lifetime. Patch me in death coward. 216: Hell no! You ain’t fixed. Patch me in. Trick yourself in this life long. Patch me in Death Buddha. Patch me in Death Buddha
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Jackals Feeding Children Feeding Buildings 04:07
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Jackals Feeding Children Feeding Buildings A broken mattress, empty halls Dreams are fused (with) hollow Scenes of white Obscenely white Our jackals father prodigious spores In the necks of our children Hear me Hear me Shrill complaints I’m the wrong kind of human Enrage my little life Do you leave me? Do you leave me with a choice Oh well Sick and tired of feeding when all I’m doing is sleeping I can leave you and leave you with a parent and prescriptions Obscenely white, sucked and drugged and out of luck I’ll tell you why I’m alone A small price to pay for my life is a day Take the sink home and pray Pray the jackals will leave you today, today Please pray you’ll never leave : leave... Sick and tired of feeding when all I’m doing is sleeping I can leave you and leave you with a parent and prescriptions Obscenely white, sucked and drugged and out of luck I’ll tell you why you’re alone A broken mattress (running), empty halls (running) The stink of what we were and the herding of the dying Scenes of white, sucked and drugged and out of luck My spine has found a home Jackals feeding children Jackals feeding children Children feeding jackals Building spewing jackals
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Frustrations Of An Outsider 03:23
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Frustrations Of An Outsider I will not be placated I will not be sedated My views are so underrated Makes me SO AGGRAVATED Throat ripped apart by the toxins you spew from your thoughtless gut - oh really? You’ve been hiding All is dying on you Outsider What, were you bored some day and thought you knew a better way? - well didn’t I I will not be placated I will not BE RELATED You stitch my face with your harness But I will not be gestated - YES YOU WILL You’ve been hiding All is dying on you Outsider I will not let this go I will not let this show My views are so underrated Makes me so aggravated Para de llorar Es hora de mamar I will not be placated I will not be related You stitch my face with your harness But I will not be gestated I will not be gestated! I can’t even gestate Don’t you feel ripped off
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Disquiet 05:02
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DISQUIET A disquiet in the streets of your town Mundane masses don’t make a sound Anesthetised by prosperity Looking out see this all around Wake me when this war is done Asleep under the threat of guns Dust dirt and concrete stains The faces of the unnamed – grey Grey skyline pitched black God fearing the attack Poisoning the air that we breathe The sickness that explains this hell The sickness feeding on the cell Light steals itself from the grave Dusk in the mourning As morning cannot be saved Consciousness cornered frail Chained by traditions The compass is spinning And magnetic fallout Calls humanity out Wake me when this war is over Desolate landscapes of civility ruptured Mechanical vision of real estate crumbling Being laden with the weight of expectation Feast your eyes on the sky painted cell scars of hell
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Immure 03:20
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Kill Boss Kill 06:51
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KILL BOSS KILL Boss over me Boss over me I want to see you in a fucking casket If we crack our skulls - TODAY And we bleed and we dry Pumped full of death on the pavement Convulsing in panic and ecstasy - KNOW THIS The next crack is starting to open I will break your photocopier I will take what is not mine Out, out, out, out How has the weather been? How are you fitting in? Why are your numbers down? Where the hell are your fucking pants? That’s not uniform, please put on your pants That’s not uniform, wear your uniform It must have been something that I said (and said and said and said) That gave you the nerve to pretend (I’m falling apart) That we were somehow more than just friends (and friends and friends and friends) But in the end there are bullets on the brain and I can’t get the fuck out OUT TO THE GARDEN I will break your photocopier I will take what is not mine I will stand a desk a burning I will make sure someone will be watching IF WE CRACK The weather’s been shit - I don’t fucking fit Shut all your little black tongues - In a filing cabinet made of gold In a goddamn shredding machine - A spreading deadly disease You know what I mean? Life is leaving you for someone more attractive Kill you boss If we crack our fucking skulls : kill boss kill And the blood we bleed pumps dry and ugly on the pavement : kill boss kill You’ve seen my last Monday : kill boss kill boss kill And the next crack has phoned in sick You will live inside a recycling bin for never and a never and a never-ending You will live inside a recycling bin for never and a never and a never-ending Hey, another rotten day, so tell me something new Or I will cut my tongue and steal and steal and steal Hey, so kick this shit away and I will shoot my mouth off So I can steal this day, what a wasted day What a rotten day I want to see you kill your fucking boss We want you with us We want your company So come with us And kill boss kill
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Where Orchidectomy And Mastitis St Meet Is Why I Will Die 08:51
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WHERE ORCHIDECTOMY AND MASTITIS STREET MEET IS WHY I WILL DIE I donated My babies Hooked and bended My babies I donated my babies Hooked and bended, near the streets, I drowned Smoked out, my girl called death Hooked I bend I donated my babies Drained of teeth, I’m ashamed I drowned Smoked out, my girl phoned death These streets will meet I drag down all my babies Drained of thought, taught to heal, to heel Sucking in teeth, my gutter Hooked (drained of teeth : mastitis : orchidectomy street) I donated my babies Drained of teeth I’m ashamed I drowned Smoked out my sick girl died And I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed and followed These streets will be named after the drains I find For baby Give me back my baby back my give me back my baby back my baby Will suicide, and my suicide will not be for a piece of plastic these streets will be named - these streets will be named - these streets will be named Will you crawl with me, I have something to irritate you with See these lines of worry It’s not even about the babies anymore Remember those? They were so warm and cumbersome and talked of nothing but themselves And you said I would never amount to anything You deplored me, I said you deplored me Oh but I know where they gone I know why you refused to take me I’ve got the fingers and regret And I know how to use them Thief, stealer of babies Thief, I am the problem Tell me I’m wrong, tell me I’m wrong Seen you so sad, so long, how wrong? I am the problem so over this question Fishhooks for children who will live in my arms

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Recorded and mixed by the band's lead guitarist and vocalist David Hart, this album is the statement that the band have worked so long to make. Explosively coloured with wild bursts of energy the music writhes, singing and screaming through two discs of vividly unique compositions. Mastered by the legendary Rick O’Neil (FAITH NO MORE, GRINSPOON, BOB DYLAN) of Turtlerock Mastering this album is set to send shockwaves through the underground community.

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released September 16, 2010

Recorded at Shadow Mekanik Studios.

Engineered and Mixed by David Hart.
Mastered by Rick O’Neil at Turtlerock Mastering

KUNVUK is:
David Hart - Lead Guitars/Vocals
Luis Barra - Bass/Backing Vocals
Simon Edwards - Rhythm Guitar/Vocals
Trina Tuffy - Drums

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