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Self​-​Titled EP

by DISORDER

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1.
Auspicious commencement.​ (Blegh!) Spirals contrast the dawn with immense signatures. Holes breach in the thin air. Seemingly introspective.​ What then emerges is but anybody's best guess. Forms of dark energy, creeping--of my inception? Ghosts of a stranger or something altogether new? Be these inclusive or projective, we are all doomed.​ For if this shall be an alien race:​ The way they encroach, hostile is for certain. Matching their speed is only their agility. But scars they left in space remain open and like eye fluid, they drift when I pay mind. When I ignore, they turn attention away? Almost as if, they feed on my fear. Traveled lightyears for something so primitive? It is clear, my apertures are to be shut.​ [I look against instinct.] x2​ Now when I open a face incorporeal confronts me only inches from my own.​ A reflection acts as I do, mocking my gestures and mood. Almost perfect, but a glitch tells me this is not what it seems. And so I run for my life! But I cannot run. Because I can never run. No one can ever run away from them.​ Living relatively. With holes in my being. I try to live for myself, but inevitably... (Not)
2.
All my friends are dead. Violent visions in my head. No way to warn my species about the coming dread. With the image of six eyes burned into my brain, the frozen, empty void was my only means of escape. (You cannot escape from me! Many before have tried to flee. Come join the amalgamate. Let this ship be the vessel for transcendence. Only two options I see. I live to gather bodies. Go ahead, suffocate in space or take the easy way, come to me Now!) Floating here, I collect my thoughts, observing the planet of which I once walked. I am not aimed towards its gravity and my line leads back to the cavity of the beast that awaits. The glare of the sun resolves into vast discharge of weaponry. The first strike has been made, surprisingly by humanity. The hull of my ship descends into darkness. As for him... He resides unscathed!? Now my line is cut and the resulting torque has thrust --Me back in a geosynchronous state, to further await my destiny, with adrenaline peaked and my oxygen critically low. [Laughter] (You have brought your kind to my eternal flame. Don't they know I feed on pure energy? Remember me. I, the Primordial. I can already see, they've acknowledged triumphancy. I will remain.) (With me, there exists no fail safe protocol. You think your ship is gone? No, I threw it into orbit and oh, it shall return! Pitiful humans, the least you could do is challenge me.) (Solo - Derek Ryan) All my friends are dead. Violent visions in my head. Space vacuum asphixiation. With the image of six eyes burned into my brain, I can hardly see, but I think my ship is returning!? Oh my God, it's coming in too fast!
3.
Crippling weight of past and present - Monumental. Withering stones match the condition of my body. In this moment, I realize with my full attention, passive observance is not sufficient to survive --Watching myself die. ​Others around me succumb to pain and torturing I feel. Nothing in this world will come to save my quickly fading will. Resisting death, in summoning my final breath, my flesh now churns--a wraith assumes control.​ Adapting, the only way one stays alive. Reminiscent: Memories of local eternities, my soul always beyond the horizon. Time stood still. Silence and solitude forbayed my existence. Dreaming forever in the midst of the incomprehensibly dull, amongst the fake and failed, worthless, degenerate underbreeds.​ Writhing, unworthy, desperate animals. I based myself off a marginal disparity, but my plane exceeds and my demon, now summoned exists to assist in prevalence. My demon now... Summoned, exist to assist in prevalence.
4.
You and I have failed. Eyes burning hatred, behind a veil. Shadow as disguise, my breathing intent. Gaze of a silhouette. Disparate of entity, Incised. Incisions behind minds, with ambitions of partitioning. Frozen blood flows from fissures internally. Circulation halts as I convalesce. This harvest will exalt and consume your comprehension. From the ground I sprout. Struck with fear you fall at my feet. Now credit your atrocities.​ Holding you by your neck. Unholy levitation. Watching the air leave your lips, your screams have dissipated. Boring a hole in your skull, my tongue has penetrated. Tasting the pheromones coursing through your cortex. This time, your beauty cannot not stop me. This time, your beauty will not save you.​ See these twelve knots? I've saved the first. Feeling your frantic thoughts makes me almost hurt. Discarded under black skies of ash, atop shards of glass. My scythe will come fast.​ Discarded! [Holding your hands, swinging as you hang.] x2 [Bright swollen glands, now realize my pain.] x2 As approaches our last sunset, we fly through memories of when we first met.​ Forgotten. With incisions behind our minds. Forgotten. As the sky begins to cry. Forgotten, acid-rain soaked corset. Burning shame, so upset. Alone again, real regret. Flaccid veins. No one's perfect.​ With these twelve knots, I remain disturbed. Further perturbing the notion of revenge. Alone in the turbulence and rain, but together as it should have always been. Life drips from your dangling feet.
5.
I. Seduction Allure of the unknown. Ending another day's voyage, starved and without, he returns in the hour of the witching. To continue the desires of those devout. But no effulgent gates so await as promised. To take refuge, opposed the shore, entranced by shelter, a cave rose before. Encrypted in an ancient language, the walls lay plagued with mass engravings, lit with gold and silver from the opposite way which the mouth of the tunnel had swiftly persuaded.​ II. Deprivation and Elysium Armed with the blades of obsidian, he looks back to the night of oblivion. In spite of such a condemning curse, the worst, he has yet to see befallen. The mind is his absolute deity. Sensory deprivation yields no pleas for freedom --Just opportunity. And just as if the walls were listening, the hieroglyphs alter hue.​ <His breath is taken and replaced with a viscous residue. The silence is broken. The sun shines with a calming effect. With dearest as company, they meet eyes and so contrived, euphoria subtly sets in.>​ (Solo) III. Mirage and Confusion The antipodal event, that which breaks somnambulism. She reveals a doubly split grin, an array of teeth that dull the razor of Occam. And so he wakes, as it slithers away, further into an icy grave. The sound of static pervades, plurality is no longer a question. And so entangled, an interest erected. Allure. Of-The. Unknown.​ IV. Lair of the Primordial Sifting through the catacombs provokes a stench of rotten bones. Moving slowly across the flesh covered floor. Death, is nothing of the sort. The ground gives way, the dust it sprays, in but an instant, freely falling. Consumed by gravel, now birthed in scorn, the heat arises a spell reborn. [Enter Daniel] An exit flickers in the distance, but a gauntlet of lava restricts his position. Spores recoagulate, filling his lungs to capacity. In this lair of pestilence, yet again attempting to take over.​ V. Silence and Insanity He's torn between two fields, the feeling's so unreal. Subconscious forces, so remarkable. Trying to keep nodes sealed, distant memories repealed, exiling liquid only to ignite. In the furnace built of fright, beneath the surface, racing toward the light. Denied upon arrival, the markings on his chest signify: no survival. In unison, vast illumination. Knowing his time is slim, he tries to leave a message in stone: (Allure of the Unknown.)
6.
Grotesque ceremonies from the ancient days. Where savage tribes tortured their enemies in horrendous ways. Your body is then lacerated with an axe. Pot is filled with piss and shit then heated to the max. Pot is filled with piss and shit. Then heated to the max. Heated. To. The max.​ Baptized in boiling sewage, with intent to kill. If the heat doesn't get you, the infection surely will.​ Grotesque ceremonies from the ancient days. Where savage tribes tortured their enemies in horrendous ways. <HEATED TO THE MAX.>

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released April 20, 2018

Triston Cheshire - Guitars, Bass, Drum Programming, Production, Mixing, Mastering & Back-Up Vocals.
Kevin Smith - Main Vocals & Lyrics.
Artwork & Logo by Kevin Smith.
Digital Editing by Triston Cheshire & Kevin Smith.
Concepts by Triston Cheshire & Kevin Smith.
Intro for "Conscious Dreams" by Triston Cheshire.
Intro for "Space Vacuum Asphyxiation" is from Halo: Combat Evolved & Halo 1 Anniversary Edition Mission "343 Guilty Spark" (Edited by Triston).
Guest Solo on "Space Vacuum Asphyxiation" by Derek Ryan of Curse The Sun.
Guest Vocals on "Allure Of The Unknown" by Daniel Burris of Gamma Sector.
"Lead" Guitars on "Baptized In Boiling Sewage" by Wilson Ng of Facelift Deformation.

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DISORDER Huntington Beach, California

DISORDER IS:

Triston Cheshire -
Bass, Guitars, Drum Programming & Backing Vocals
Kevin Smith -
Main Vocals, Lyrics & Artwork

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