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cryptic clarity

by couldcareless

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Money shot while hitting the Idiosyncratic g-spot, a lost cause This loss becomes a crutch No amount of pills Or therapy can tame my thoughts Our ties become degaussed If I walk Off the edge Of this Parking garage Perhaps time will stop Maybe time will stop Unfortunately I’ve found A coward could never take the cowards way out
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Intake of air with a collapsed lung One last breath, a last wish The day stretched, a warrior stance It’s aura is the color of a hangover, piss We were left to Our own devices but This shit is broken Help me help you To reset your locale But you’re choking On the bitterness Better off I guess Standing off Aggressively we coalesce Fade to consciousness
4.
Bow before me A king in hospital gowns The righteous abhor me The rest fear my crown The walls are encroaching The tile seems to foam at the mouth Tying bedsheets together From third story window descends A vagrant escapes To see the means to an end I forget why I was here to begin with Nothing stands between me and That which lies ahead A path that ends upon my throne To rule over the filth of this land
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crawling alone. longing, encased bring forth the dark in the shade suffer the grey, all that decays you were so hollow the storm came and swept you away numb, still felt every nuance distorted reality in your wake and I hope someday I can do the same I’ll find a way in time the seed of a thought was planted grew into twisted vines of obsession losing grip with fragile hands descending into the abyss wearing dread again today clinging to the idea I could shake my shadow I want your eyes pale and I’m haunted again thousand yard stare with a one meter glare and a metric shit ton of burden. you didn’t bring news, you summoned doom bound to your ulterior motives suffocate on selfishness
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I’ve got the signal of a dropped call Dropping pins sound like gunshots Severed from the senses Head in space, dissociate If apathy could find the means to decay The vile steps towards headway could finally be made To erase a snake from the earth’s face I’ll do what it takes
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Bloodshed, it’s come to this The guilt is all consuming Perhaps I shouldn’t fret The gods still haven’t ever shed a tear for the woes caused by their hands Called homicide hotline To get a cleanup crew for this mess That we call existence Didn’t really plan your death but I don’t really think you will be missed
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An empty space, void of a life that held its place A semblance awaits, somewhere out there to claim your face Fucked up on DMT and lost in a daze And if I separate my consciousness from its cage Then I’ll awake to fade through boundless temporal planes A formless state in which to gain a surrogate
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The signals incoming, the vacuum releases its hold Phase into a brave new world unlike anything that I’ve know Into the fold suffer alone Don’t indulge the vindicator Hard pass on this one Simple as flipping a page Existential shopping spree Finally found one that fits the bill Perfect vessel to have my fill Conduit to home but at least I won’t suffer all alone
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Clawed my way back home through the shifting ions born New beginnings turning the lights off Hold on, fucked up New beginnings turning the lights on I can’t find my phone Filter it all out Come and see what’s come to be The silence can’t be held Take upon myself to force hell upon someone else
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Metaphors for love slicing through the Hearts of ones beloved, summoning the horde Unbeknownst to me Thoughts are never free Living in my fantasy All gas no brakes, self been displaced
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The powers that be, they came in droves To seek retribution for lives unknown Breaking the fourth wall, your violence is something to behold- Simplify the frost lines that you drew, the fringes of cold is where I roam
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Fuck, a total failure Fucked from the womb Spending all your days Wallow in your tomb The costs are too great to refuse Mistook for validated sorrow I can’t mend the pain Curses placed upon your head Plagued with bad luck Always going through some shit Always fucked up The void that’s born enveloped the same Sifting through the preciously deplorable remains Grind to a halt the scars infiltrate
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Got a fucking smoker’s cough Harder than a throbbing cock I swallowed, but I didn’t stop I’m so enthralled Oh yeah, I forgot to mention I don’t fucking care at all, bitch I’m a fucking basket case Shaman of forgotten ways I brush my teeth with razor blades I like the pain Holy fuck, are you on drugs? No, I just haven’t slept in days, bitch
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This symbiotic failure’s taken its toll Phased out from the ball and chain a long time ago Though you showed me a display of power so great Manipulating fear and fate, your darkness will surely grow Beyond the bounds of this two bedroom apartment And swallow the earth whole I’ll take responsibility where it’s due But it’s time to go You’re just the shadow of a former love with a dark reflection I’m just a borderline personality fuckwad with bad intentions A match made in heaven But heaven’s a lie, as you know And hell becomes this home sweet home All this just for a warm body to hold
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Should have settled for less But the grass is always greener I guess
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Harmless keeping surface insight Darkness bleeding into the twilight Silence breathing into this still life Never ceasing, a scattered mind’s eye You said that you’re going into heavenly dawn A phrase that I’d never known until now I’ll probably die before I figure it out

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released April 20, 2022

written and recorded by nub and din

additional synths, samples, and vocals by miguel ruiz

additional synths and noise by keenan ports

reamping and mixing by kevin and matt at developing nations in baltimore, md

mastered by james plotkin

album art by matty geez

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COULDCARELESS IS THE BEDROOM GRINDCORE PROJECT OF INTER-DIMENSIONAL ANOMALY, NUB, AND HIS MINION, DIN.

SAMPLED GUITARS AND DRUM MACHINES HAVE BEEN COMPILED AND PROCESSED TO SIMULATE THE OPTIMUM GRINDCORE LISTENING EXPERIENCE.

ALL OF THE AUDIO YOU ARE ABOUT TO HEAR HAS BEEN DEEMED SAFE FOR CONSUMPTION BY THE UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT. THANK YOU AND HAVE A NICE DAY.
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