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Cultus Ictus

by Rose with Teeth

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1.
On the Run 04:12
This is the world that time has forgot. I am the cream that's left behind to rot. We are the ones that look for an out but we get thrown roundabout. This is the way we have to live: all that we have, we must give, all for this world we must leave. There is hardly any time to grieve. Find your time, find your life, find your place to collapse from running in this race. Find your time, find your life, find your place to collapse from running in this race. Find your time, find your life, find your place to collapse from running in this race. Find your time, find your life, find your place to collapse from running in this race. Find your time, find your life, find your place to collapse from running in this race. Find your time, find your life, find your place to collapse from running in this race. Find your time, find your life, find your place...
2.
Bullshit War 01:15
FUCK THE GOVERNMENT FUCK THEM ALL LINE THEM UP AT THE FUCKING WALL FUCK JOHN BOLTON AND HIS WAR WITH IRAN EVERY WAR IS A FUCKING SCAM BULLSHIT WARS BULLSHIT REASONS IT'S HUNTING TIME POLITICIAN SEASON WE DON'T WANT YOUR FUCKING WAR INSURRECTION OF THE GLOBAL POOR ALL OF THEM SHOULD BE DOING TIME IN THE HAGUE FOR THEIR STINKING CRIMES WE WILL NEVER KISS THEIR ASS LET'S MAKE WAR ON THE RULING CLASS BULLSHIT WARS BULLSHIT REASONS IT'S HUNTING TIME POLITICIAN SEASON WE DON'T WANT YOUR FUCKING WAR INSURRECTION OF THE GLOBAL POOR BULLSHIT WARS BULLSHIT REASONS IT'S HUNTING TIME POLITICIAN SEASON WE DON'T WANT YOUR FUCKING WAR INSURRECTION OF THE GLOBAL POOR
3.
H*rtc*re 06:42
here i go into the Night of Pan here i am in the harshness of winter there i am with the camera pointed at me there i am the littlest sweet actress that is you you pathetic little poser there you are you feel so crushed crushed crushed little boy transformed into a slut watch him ram his power down your throat watch her shove her tenderness in your back now you get what you were made for all along and you know that some pervert's gonna buy it and you know that that's the reason you're alive just look at you, no one will ever love you they all know what a filthy little child you are so come on, you know you wanna take it maybe then you can forget you're a pile of shit this is all you'll ever understand you'll be trapped all just 'cause you got fucked you'll cling to this because there's nothing in your soul your brain will snap, your sexuality file is corrupt repulsed by everything real humans find normal you don't want love, you want to be fucking crushed brutalised, even though you're scared so shitless you get conniptions if you don't have your thumb to suck you're scared of bathrooms 'cause that's where your porno was shot you seize up when someone wants to touch you undress before you even take a piss you really think someone could possibly respect this? you'll never stop being that disgusting little boy in your heart, you know you're only a gross fucktoy La djente de piron segirá matando. Los depredadores segirán komiendo.
4.
Human rights abuses are endemic in the United States. For example, the prison population is higher than that of China, a supposedly more repressive state. Most legal repression is directed at people of colour and other vulnerable populations. We must fight against this unjust and corrupt system with the objective of abolition. Total prison abolition now. (Thank you very much for listening; please support Critical Resistance.)
5.
Everything is so chaotic here. All I want is for a little peace: Aldebaran is shining in the night, cherry blossoms will bloom so sweet. Drinking black milk in the morn, awaiting strike at the break of dawn. The lyric sheet is lying ripped and torn: my brains are dripping through this song. Spike my coffee with some opium, sprinkle sugar on my rosy thumb— everything is crashing through my head, one of these days you're gonna wake up dead. Aldebaran is shining in the night. Cherry blossoms will bloom so sweet— spike my coffee with some opium. Sprinkle sugar on my rosy thumb. When I sleep, my head explodes. All I want is for a little peace; cherry blossoms will bloom so sweet. When I sleep, my head explodes. Everything is so chaotic here... all I want is for a little peace. Aldebaran is shining in the night. Cherry blossoms will bloom so sweet. Drinking black milk at the break of dawn, my brains are dripping through this song: spike my coffee with some opium. Sprinkle sugar on my rosy thumb— everything is crashing through my head— one of these days you're gonna wake up dead. My head explodes. My head explodes. My head—my head—my head explodes—my head explodes. Everything is so chaotic here... all I want is for a little peace. Aldebaran is shining in the night. Cherry blossoms will bloom so sweet. Drinking black milk at the break of dawn, my brains are dripping through this song: spike my coffee with some opium. Sprinkle sugar on my rosy thumb— everything is crashing through my head— one of these days you're gonna wake up dead. Spike my coffee with some opium, sprinkle sugar on my rosy thumb: everything is crashing through my head— one of these days you're gonna wake up dead. Everything is crashing through my head. One of these days you're gonna wake up dead.
6.
I believe in you. You can do it! I believe in you. You can do it!! I believe in you! You can do it!!! And if you don't believe, I believe in you. And if you don't believe, I believe in you. (You can do it!)
7.
There's a stupid fuckin' virus and everyone's trapped inside. That's never been a problem for me 'cause I'm too fuckin' shy. But I like to do some shit alone, like wailing on guitars, but now I can't even do that 'cause they fucking broke. A while ago my piezo decided to break on me— the strings you hear in this song are only the first three. My classical's been having buzz and a string change made it worse. The other day while playing "Ana Ng" my acoustic's string went burst. All I want is to make some fuckin' songs. When oh when did this all go fuckin' wrong?
8.
This will never be over [and over]. Whenever you watch it, I die once again. The camera destroys; it does not create. I am empty inside—you fill it with hell. Nothing can ever do this shit justice: you didn't fuck me once, you fuck me every day. Your abstract child doesn't exist; concrete children pay your fucking price. I want to die but you should instead.

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A collection of otherwise useless songs and compositions that don't really belong anywhere else with no overarching concept or narrative behind them. An experiment in letting myself do whatever for a bit while dealing with creator's block.
There may end up being a lot of crazy shit on here.

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released August 16, 2019

Personnel:
• Evangeline Sutherland (except where otherwise noted)
——vocals, guitar, synth, production, album art, design

Notes:
All lyrics written by Evangeline Sutherland.
All music composed by Evangeline Sutherland.
Instruments and equipment used: a Shure SM57 microphone, a Steinberg UR22mkII USB audio interface, a Yamaha CGX102 electric-acoustic classical guitar, a midiplus AKM320 MIDI keyboard, Audacity, and Ableton Live using presets.

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Rose with Teeth Richmond, Virginia

mystical music for traumatised teens

(a project by Angie Sutherland)

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