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Succesion Species

by Blight Future

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1.
Come on Move towards the mob, the gathering crowd up ahead Carry your questions, your broken heart and promises are wanted Look to the light in the silhouette Streaming through the shadows: A credible threat of hope A second life inside peering out You were right along, yeah, theres always been more than this Forgive your doubts You were meant to live as a great event of incredible scale and scope A credible threat of hope New signals, old noise New worlds, old shells Making new maps You could never alone expect to ever know how much you matter Consider this reminder, flick open the envelope: A credible threat of hope How long have you been alone? Upside down trapped in this blanket Shit my diaper no one to change it Kicking through space, feet feel nothing Fist is clenched my heart remains open, how long? Distant breath fades faint to a whimper Waveforms flat and peak with the whispers Cold white heat hangs hard with the fluids I knew they wouldn’t come I knew it The times we decide to hide stay forever We’re all getting out and youre coming with us The truth you’ve always anticipated You’re real, you’re here, you’re perfect and blameless A truth so real you try to evade it You made it Now come on
2.
Fiery Forms 03:08
What do you want from your myths? Something more than this Something more than service till death Parts of your body, parts of your dreams The remnants slipping through the apparatus seams What do you want from your myths? Can you imagine more than Winner-take-all ever-swinging pendulum? Decapitation Unknowing of how or why it got to be like this Momentum for its own sake If I could would I choose something better? I might be too far gone So used to losing that I’d settle for annihilation If the right motherfuckers got what’s theirs But it never goes that way does it Systems fail the worst-off first, The rest lurch off no worse for our ware Unknowing of How or why It’s got to be like this All movement No progress Bare minimum Misery All movement No progress Certainly there’s more than we can expect From this complex collective fiction We can string together something better Dream and redecide: All deserve a fair shot at a decent life Unfeasible? How feasible then Is total human extinction?
3.
In these trying times I hope this letter finds you well while navigating shifting paradigms I hope your making the best of your hells-descent in these trying times I hope youre getting enough sleep I hope youre finding enough peace In these trying times In these trying times In these trying times No more heaven No more Eden Nowhere to go Nothing to return to No escape No back In The Day No new planets or moons to ascend to In these trying times Hope you’ll consider my offer For you to tend to my living coffin We know good Work is getting hard to find In these trying times Who feeds the guards to my bunker? In these trying times Navy SEALS are asking for double Who will hear my prayers? Only the death cults are seeking new members Who will tuck in my covers, Crack the vault door and dims the lights? Who flush my pipes Repair my power lines In these trying times? Nowhere to go Nothing to return to No moon to ascend to Click your heals and clap your hands Click your heals and clap your hands Softly Click your heals and clap your hands Click your heals and clap your hands For me Resurrect my alienated life In these trying times Who Feeds the guards to my bunker? In these trying times Who will hear my prayers? Only the death cults are seeking new members Who will tend my wishing well of Trickle down piss, loneliness and lullabies? Who will dust my blinds Tell me that it's fine In these trying times
4.
Dear God Or whoever is in charge (For I refuse to believe that there is no rudder to this forever sinking ship) It’s on behalf of your white middle class that I reverently offer these American Prayers: If it must take us, may it be slowly in pieces So we don't notice the parts of ourselves as we disappear If it must hurt may the pain be constant so we feel gratitude it times of its brief absence To remain in your privilege at any expense is your greatest gift And I will serve without question As a soldier to protect your unchecked expansion You're heaven on earth Amen
5.
Wait, what the fuck are these people expecting of me Can’t they tell what I’ve been through? I’ve lost more of myself than can be recovered They can’t ask for my sins too I want this I promise This progress This conquest This privilege Resentment This regret This coffin Less I face the filth of my spewing shit We’re seeking Sayers of American prayers Cure for your blessings, count your curses Count your curses, purchase your place in line Reward your cowardice and your obedience Count your curses, purchase your place in line Made alone and shown problems no one, No person could solve by themselves Now I’m the cut worm forgiving the plow Give me a soft warm place to bleed out I want this I promise This progress This conquest This privilege Resentment This regret This coffin This regret Resentment This privilege This conquest This progress i Promise I want this I want this I want this
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Another day in the New Man Epoc Waking up to some new version of last place The path of least exhaustion before me And it gets me nowhere He seems fragile on a good day Pre shattered most others and waiting to reassemble To resemble something familiar Something once forgot Subjugation; subtle until its not Clothes, expectations All the same nothing fits Humans reduced Living breathing monuments Subject Object Consent Silenced A longing to slip by without consequence Pan your eyes Pass me by Cell phone Wallet Knife
7.
So let me get this straight You The latest iteration of The Bang You tiny quark You quantum magic You are the aperture By which the whole universe can observe its own unfolding You are the one who was made A Child of god An Heir to agony Struggle, strife and pain Prizewinner of a cosmic lottery So let me get this straight Beautifully bloomed speck Of matter unprofane Creations blank check Now cashed for this completely wasted gift This is what you picked? To be that cop? A loser cog in a go-fuck-yourself municipal rouge state Consuming lives to fund budgets The spear tip of a dumb misery machine The hidden ghost of the overseer Of the American bad dream Re-illuminated by your dip shittedness and brutal fuckery And this is how you burn your brief candle? You were star stuff Precious beyond words Star stuff Now not even worth the electrons Still spinning to keep your limp-dick-life from withering
8.
Fuck fuck off and die The short term thinking that kept us alive And these are the brains who survived Fuck fuck off and die Fuck fuck off and die Here we are now Problems so simple Solutions so beautiful Yet so tempting to just let pass by Fuck fuck off and die What will the gods say? What will the aliens say? What will the future say If we’re remembered at all How does leviathan fall? With mournful sorrow? Cold indifference? Or thunderous applause? Succession Species The Lesson Easy: Behold the Blight Future
9.
The Shore 01:44
I got born and I got bored Had to get to the shore So small and naked when I first duplicated Had to get to the shore Weren’t much just some sludges and such With a yearning that could not be ignored Made the news when I first got consumed Had to get to the shore What an event when I first caught the scent On my way to the shore Had a fright when I first saw the light On my way to the shore There it was I had to do it Just because I guess I’d been through it Next thing you know I was running the show And now I’m running just as just as fast for the door Cause its getting hotter Since I left the water Get me the fuck away from the shore Keep me away from the shore I’d rather it burn than ever return
10.
They say the best revenge is a life well lived But what about, well, like actual revenge? Can something be recovered From this sack of bones and wires? This skin suit of anger only satisfied by fire Finding grace in loss defeat after defeat Must our triumphs be so small? Find some beauty in a love formed with our backs against the wall? Nothing more important than the exit from the trap But I can’t seem to cross the chasm of the Spite Gap From LeJune and Wilson To Turner’s eclipsing sun From the fields of San Domingue to the QuikTrip on West Florissant Photos from the Waco Horror printed on postcards How far? How fucking far? Who are we The historical collective Rat King? Begged to ponder the context, Not the sand and cane up to our necks? Another tiny story crushed by the gears of history Retold with hope and song A moment of awe Come on Is this all there's ever been? No great lesson No conclusion Just civil war Sublimated

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released January 1, 2024

Produced and Engineered by Ryan Wasoba at Bird Cloud Studios
Mixed by Kurt Ballou at God City Studios
Mastered by Alan Douches at West West Side Music

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Blight Future

Blight Future is Stephen, Emily, Josh, and Chris. We are a post-hardcore punk band from St. Louis, MO. For fans of Propagandhi, Circle Takes the Square, Drive Like Jehu, The Plot to Blow Up the Eiffel Tower, Fugazi.

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