Mantras of Self Loathing

by Bridge Burner

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    Debut release from Bridge Burner. 4 tracks of illness and loathing.

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released November 17, 2015

“Mantras of Self Loathing” was tracked, mixed and mastered during October of 2015. Tracking took place at The Lab, Mt Eden and was handled by Cam Sinclair and Angus Jones. Mixing and Mastering was completed by Tim Shann. All artwork, logo and design were produced by Ogino Design. All music written by Josh Hughes. All lyrics were penned by Ben Read. All of us are going to die.

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Track Name: Mantras of Self Loathing
Cyclical impulse, the weight of pure defeat
These fraying mantras of self loathing crushing me
Blurring visions of bolts through straining palms
Hypnotic silent chants of suicidal psalms

Cursed repetition
And I can’t fucking breathe

Swept beneath the swirling filth of spiral thought
Bent beneath the weight of the misery I’ve wrought
Noose and knife delirium echoes in the trees
Cancered gift of rotting blossoms brings me to my knees

Cyclical impulse, the weight of pure defeat
These fraying mantras of self loathing crushing me
Blurring visions of bolts through straining palms
Hypnotic silent chants of suicidal psalms

Innate desire for self deconstruction
Dark and dormant, or pulsating blind
I don't know how else to say this
I hate myself and want to die
I just fucking hate myself and I just want to die
Track Name: Open Hand / Iron Fist
The dragging skin and bloodied gravel
Revealing naught beneath
Revolting tongue of carrion barbs
Split on broken teeth

Emasculate the feeble terror that seeps from every pore
Re-educate the red blooded waste in the name of each and every "whore"

Curse this nauseous indoctrination
We see through the fecal smiles
Redemption through fettered castration
A fraying noose to stem the tide

With gleeful anticipation, we watch the rotten writhe
After the last putrid breath, we toss the heads aside
Quartered, every worthless carcass, to sit upon the stake
A vital lesson learnt, both birthed and passed in hate

We live in a country where women are never truly safe. A country where one in five women have been the victim of a sexual assault, often before the age of sixteen. A fraction of the reported cases result in conviction, with countless women suffering in silence. This rape culture starts and ends with you and I. You owe it to your mothers, daughters, sisters and lovers to smash this culture with an open hand and iron fist. With an open hand and an iron fucking fist.
Track Name: Amoral
Alabaster actions echo, deafening your fellow man
Felling shaking limbs while they try to stand
Carbon copied preened existence, silver spoon to polish tooth
An arrogance that warrants pulling from the root

Still your tongue ivory knave, rank ignorance defined
Self-serving caste of blinkered meat, beneath the filth and “swine”

We spit upon this privileged existence, these vile obstinate beliefs
Monolithic misguided thinking, unjustly proud, the foul elite

Step from your crumbling tower, see the rocky streets beneath
Existence of oppression bequeathed
Uneven footing from bloodied birth, life defined by tainted odds
By these corrupt suppressive gods
Track Name: 絶望 (zetsubou)
No hope

Every single good intention, spent and pissed away
Generations past and future, born and raised in nausea and shame
Revelations blinding, beneath the fading light
Mammal locust frenzy, disgorging fetal blight

This rotting world is buckling beneath the weight
So I'm burning every fucking bridge that comes my way

The hopeful heart that once thud beyond miserys thrall
Now murmurs with disgust, in the gutter with you all

No hope