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Purgaliminal
105
Death Metal/Black Metal
Purgaliminal was released on September 6, 2024 by Snake Father as a part of the album No More Faces
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Release DateSeptember 6, 2024
LabelSnake Father
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM139

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Snake Father
Snake Father
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Slofkoski
John Slofkoski
Songwriter
Samuel Bloom
Samuel Bloom
Songwriter
Marcus Williams
Marcus Williams
Songwriter
Aidan Clark Oldnettle
Aidan Clark Oldnettle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tonal Recordings
Tonal Recordings
Producer

Lyrics

Despised by the people they surround
And feared by the higher ones.
A featureless face,
And a future less fate.
Burdened by the weight of existence.
I will put an end to it.
These eyes they've seen too fucking much
A future corrupt
Disillusioned solutions.
Years have turned to seconds.
No need to comment.
It's already been witnessed.
You're ten years behind.
A race designed to hate what's on the inside.
Soulless fucks.
Twisted spines.
Misshapen frames.
Miserable smiles,
And Blackened eyes
Tears of blood run down
Mary's porcelain skin.
Is this truly made in your god's image?
A product of someone else's idea,
But convinced You're worth saving.
You're less than the dirt your body will be buried in.
Stay at distance, realize how low your value is.
Hardly human,
And more of an entity.
Void creature,
Lesser Earth.
This a nightmare realm.
You're splitting yourself in half
Just to play both sides.
Burning the candle at both ends.
What an abysmal fucking life.
Shattered lives.
(Burdened by the weight of existence)
Hypnotized.
(A lie held by persistence)
Drown your young.
(In artificial consolation)
Born to die.
(not made to survive the real world.)
Shattered lives.
(Burdened by the weight of existence)
Hypnotized.
(A lie held by persistence)
Drown your young.
(In artificial consolation)
Born to die.
(Not made to withstand the real fucking world.)
Harvesting and absorbing.
You are fallacious novelties.
Amalgamations of the wretched people they once were.
You have been betrayed by your own haunting image.
A competition of my sanity
Picking away at my psyche
You're not real-You're not real
How many times,
Will I have to say it?
You're all pieces of shit.
You just need to admit it.
I wish I could flush you down the fucking drain.
Cut you into six,
Seven different fucking ways.
They lied when they said Jesus Christ would arrive for a second time.
If they can play god, then why can't I?
Will we ever make it out
Alive?
We will never know.
Sensory overload.
Reality will implode.
(I know what makes you human...
And there's not much left.)
Written by: Aidan Clark Oldnettle, John Slofkoski, Marcus Williams, Samuel Bloom
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