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Century in the Boilpit

by Scalpel

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1.
Funnelling the visions through the foil, flame, and straw Commencing the cycle Reborn in the fog My fluids now in balance I float in liquid vortex My cortex reels in sickened satisfaction Latched to the habit Baptized in scabs Preaching my sermon to a diocese of sores Converted to a faith of pleasure For the price of degradation Subject to my own torment I am undone Euphoric captivity A Fiend's Ecstasy Euphoric captivity A Fiend's Ecstasy Trapped in the cycle Desperate and unending Falling from the peak Submerged in foul ritual Succumbing to the haze Of empty grey eternity A Fiend's Ecstasy Unforgiving trinity A Fiend's Ecstasy Unforgiving
2.
Septic Dream 03:14
I have a vision of a world of shit A fecal future Terrible I frolick in filth Bathing in troughs of human waste Sustaining my crevices Imposing my Strange paradise A blight On mankind Pronounced and overwhelmed In sensory sepsis Blessed to sail The urinfinite lake My barge of excrement Driven by piss winds To citadels of sewage The keeper of fluids Nourishing the herd Crispy morsels For their indulgence I fry my expulsions Meals of my Past Reanimated in pleasure Piss I have a vision of a world of shit A fecal future Terrible Terrible Terrible Terrible Septic Dream Reality obscene Reeking and abhorrent Imprinted on my brain I have a vision of a world of shit I have a vision of a world of shit I have a vision of a world of shit I have a vision of a world of SHIT
3.
Why so small? And do they dream? Savagely indulging in dark science Determined To behold The exoskeleton I must wear The vermin armor Endowing bugs with thoughts Adoring their seething masses Coveting The form Of the slender necked mantis Enamored by The ceaseless turning of the swarm To illuminate the sorrows Of all pests Limitless Strength At my Command I watch them grow Erupting the seed Frothing Burrowing Molesting the genome Of their kind I have seen The insects' dream I am the contemplator of their churning Trapped now between The swarm and being Their monolith To devour Suffocating Within The grip of the hive Their thoughts infest my poison brain Collapsing From the weight of my children My armor Becomes my tomb Empty postulations The bug knows not frustrations The Insect Philosopher
4.
Geriatric unit Heavily sedated Senses dulled, mind fatigue Slipping into senility Searching nightmares For windows to the past Recollecting memory Of carnal conquest Acrid smell of feet begins elating your nostrils You serve no one though you only serve yourself The Woodsman serves no one he only serves himself The Cleaver of the forest Shackled in these padded walls Feasting on their feet Spitting out their poison Depedulating orderlies Grinding the skin Of those In captivity The walls of the cabin Drifting away Rotten wooden panels Turn to stale white light (YOU BASTARD!) A reprieve to your insanity The sound of snapping bone Echoes silent in the mind Recreating the pursuit Of the one true crown An inquisition of soles One true crown One true crown The Cleaver of the forest You only serve yourself
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Consciousness Immortalized Stolen from The physical Data forsaking the Universal process Requirement of Validation Tokenizing vanity Preserved Forever Who gives a fuck?
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We have toiled a century Harvesting souls, collecting them Drowned in the Boilpit To slough the flesh clean off their bones Unnatural. Hunger. In the mind Cravings. Burrowed. Deep in mortal frame The sinew. Ripped raw. From the carcass of a former life Vicious Daunting Sentence From the Perspective of the skulls (skulls) Immersed in blackened juices Begin to melt the slopping human structure Flayed by Phantoms An undertow Of ceaseless Lapping razor tongues Viscous consistency Flows in a litany Chain of eternity Dregs of hollow destiny Marrow Liquified Wraith endowed Sorrow petrified Reduced to mist Reborn in scorching torture Sewn into The searing waves Flesh and water United In lethal harmony Separated From hollow life In inevitable depths Twisted by the savage whirlpool Pulled Into the final current Reduced To pieces

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Scalpel's 5th studio release, celebrating 15 years of dripping riffs and sonic depravity.

Get sucked into the Boilpit.

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released December 21, 2022

Guitar/Vocals - Manny Egbert
Guitar/Vocals - Taylor Brennan
Bass - Matt Bellows
Drums - Chip Fay

Recording and Mixing by Eric Alper at Ugly Duck Studios
Mastering by Jens Bogren at Fascination Street Studios
Album Art by Misha Mono @mono_means_doom on Instagram

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Scalpel Boston, Massachusetts

Death Metal is a visceral art that is dependent upon the extreme dedication of its loyal fans. We have no other purpose but to deliver a version of this art to those same fans like us, whose lives have been claimed by the likes of Suffocation, Carcass, and Death. It is in this vein that we construct our own brutal dirges, devoid of genre restriction and eager to explore the darker realms of music. ... more

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