Miasma Act 2: Now that you are alive, curated by your environment, you exit the comforts of innocence. Thrown into a society desperately reliant on the production of oil, hell-bent on enforcing a law of labor and subservience to the powerful conglomerates which provide you with the necessities for survival. You can pray to them as gods or be thrown into wilderness.
Recorded at FUMEG Studios in various sessions between November 2020 and February 2023
Engineered, mixed and mastered by Micah Birch
Guitars, Vocals, Drums, Percussion, Bass - Micah
Guitars, Vocals, Synth - Derek
Lyrics
Decomposition setting in
Cavities, cave systems
Fingering Mother Nature, my creator,
From within
Venus is the title I was given, christened in
A Holy pool of oil
Wade in shadows
Born of man
Above us brilliant color
Anathema yet I lust
Hell feeds off the light
The mouth is burning
I recede
No control
No power
Scream
Bow before the sunless
Penetrate
Manipulate
Lap it up
Oil!
Civilization
No control
Order, I will have order! Settle down!
We, the labor of the organic machine, in order to
Construct a most pious nation, maintain
Production above all other beliefs.
The Extraction from beneath is the holiest
Form of submission; to bathe in rivers of
Gasoline, to regulate desire, to abdicate
Reason, and expunge critique; these ideals
Constitute the mission of the Democratic
Territories of Infectum Cavernae