Gazing In The Dark

by Copperhead

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1.
Shrieking down halls of doom. Binding my sacrifice to enter this sewer of dreams. Hell is now. My final mistake dissolves in saliva and ties purpose to all that I’ve seen. I can’t help it. I can’t feel it. Please, no... I can’t help it. I can’t feel it. I can’t stop it. I can’t heal it. Hanging on my last crumbled memory. Gnashing, twisting, crushing, piercing, grinding, sucking, ripping, sublingual devastation. Have mercy.
2.
Buried in guilt. Sunken and paralyzed in the hay. Contemplating the constellations. Follow the bright star with your eyes. Void of judgement, it shines on everything. Kind and pure predawn light. Grand mal pleasures. Last exhale. Kind and pure scintillating light. Grand mal pleasures. Birth in sight. Birth inside death. The light!
3.
Mirages 02:21
When you’re at war with the things you can’t see, the demons you can’t touch, the things you don’t know. Hate forms a rock in the gut and it begins to glow and it’ll cauterize but it’ll stay in place. Rotting in the sun isn’t the only choice. Somewhere there’s a guiding shade for your burning voice. New lust for the feelings you can’t resist, crushing the innocence. Now you salivate. Traumatizing memories turn to scars so you use the smokes of sage but now they suffocate you. Rotting in the sun isn’t the only choice. Somewhere there’s a guiding shade for your hopeless voice. Regardless... deep mirages. This internal insurrection explodes high. Drowning in barbed wire, I feel like a cactus. There’s no other way but to surrender to pain, so I bathe in the silence. Fade into no one. Swallow the illusion and rip it out. Too much heat to see. Mirages inside. Reach beneath. You must rip them out until only love is left behind.
4.
The Driver 03:05
red mud earth in springtime crops underneath young, volatile and sweet Could be too late fresh blood circulation, computation under new management: big bad violator What’s behind this door? In envy they lush and gauze over you. Behind the swaying flame silhouettes bleed up the walls and brag to me, “I used opium to spark the eastern super death, I used black plastics to choke the world.” I need to fill the empty space. Now I’m the Driver. We’re all dying in a glass house filled with nerve gas. They can see you. Oblivious. Playing silly games. Too hot too fast.
5.
March! Oh, realm of mine! I want to reach the sky. No guidelines, eye for an eye. Language: setting for a sin. Big brother Adonai. Now I want to touch the bastard. Welcome to high production. March! Oh, realm of mine! Let’s try a seventh time. Divine intervention. Forked tongues divide. It seems that death is contagious, I need you alive. Whine and babble on about your almighty czar. My will in high production land. Like an angel. Don’t you trust me? Do you respect me? I’ll give you everything you need when you’re submitting to me. High production land.
6.
Blaring sirens. Riot soldiers donning their gear and manifesting. Cities marching and protesting. Cut the rug with the spirit crushers. Ball gag waltz. You will not control me. Ball gag waltz. Ball gag waltz. Dancing in the melee. Ball gag waltz. They want silence. Muzzling you. Legal bondage. Past your curfew. Billowing waves of electrical smoke. Cut the rug with the spirit crushers. Ball gag waltz. You will not control me. Ball gag waltz. Ball gag waltz. Dancing in the chaos. 2052. Imperium in imperio My decor is your crooked face Obtain a hog head Take the meat off the skull Plug up the nostrils Sew up the lips tight Insert a wooden ball To maintain the form Boil it in a pot with cloves and corn Dry it all out on hot rocks and sand Decorate your work Show it to your friends
7.
Serotonin 03:09
Down. Stuck in it. Why would that intelligent girl decide to walk into traffic? It got worse. It just ain’t right how a man bludgeons his wife and three beautiful children. He got sick. Could be the selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors. Consume the madness. Does anyone know how we got here? Having a good time at the movies. He walks in with guns and everyone leaves, but they’re covered in plastic. Some say the blood is on our hands. Numb. So psychotic, damn. That guy tore the store apart because they fucked up his sandwich. It’s just weird. Could be the selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors. Digest the madness. We flush old pills down the toilets and into the water. Softball onions... GMO’s. You got cell phone towers corroding the consciousness. Pharma’s experiments made the whole hood sicker. Cheers! (Overall complications may include but are not limited to: misdiagnosis, misinformation, disinformation, synergistic effects, confusion, addiction, withdrawals, apathy, wanton violence...) Consume the madness. No max dosage. Digest the madness. Embrace the madness. Macrodosing fear.
8.
We got rich. We fell ill together. I forgot to turn off the oven. The house is melting. My tongue is drying out. I know all our piles of money are burning up in the kitchen. Alright. Beneath the strength of a big black brawny pimp. The spiritual torture was so much more than we could bear. Opaque missiles take you higher. Yellow spiders picking at the scabs on your face. Bring the base to a boil. Planting tan in the soil. Reaping death for the poor. And all your kids play with shards of brick. On the boulevard drinking pop. Sugar daddy on fire! Frying for me! You see, justice is karma’s kin. And honey, that’s just how it is. Sugar babies watch your abuser curl like a centipede in hot water.
9.
High on stilts Waiting, watching Spinning webs for the regulator. The more you struggle, the more you strangle. Train to train and rooftop to rooftop. Making my way through acres of concrete. Adjust your spine. Adjust your smile. Adjust your spine. Adjust your smile. Train to train and rooftop to rooftop. Making my way through acres of concrete. Walk the streets with the soulless freaks. The omnipresent new cameras are watching. Adjust your spine. Adjust your smile. Adjust your spine. Adjust your smile.
10.
Bad programming, subjugation Who you gonna fight for? You! Are you gonna bite hard? Yes sir! Alright. Talk your shit and encrypt it Contribute to this tangled mess Tell me what you think Who’s ready for a brain bath? Me! Gonna gut our instincts tonight. Correct. Words so loaded and cryptic And sometimes your opinions are a tactical decision The real you washed out Sorting through this tangled mess unbraiding action and feeling. Self deception, world destruction, sell your tales, and please forge your signature here. I hope transparency and time will evolve us. Racing through the labyrinths of the mind Sublevels of branding and marketing Maybe lies are the lubrication that keep the gears of society moving forward Racing through the labyrinths of the mind Sublevels of branding and marketing Maybe lies are knots in the wires that connect all our heads and keep our energies a tangled mess
11.
Why won’t it rain in this daydream? This dark place is not where I want to be. And they’re leading me, I know that they’re leading me, I know that they’re leading me, I’m sure that they’re leading me off a cliff! They fed me spoiled rice, gruel and putch. Rye smut in porridge. Now I can’t stop laughing! The buzzards are calling. I hear rattling, my shackles are rattling, my shackles are rattling, I’m sure that they’re leading me... (As my eyes adjust to the darkness of the burlap mask seeing through to the vast expanse...) There’s rumors all throughout the towns of hooded bodies raining down into the cracked desert valley below... to appease our mother above. Raining, pouring, raining, pouring Raining, pouring, the people are snoring Your elected leading you astray Down Awake
12.
Paleolithic Bones shifting in quicksand Human ribs whittled into forks and knives Caked with menstrual blood Ritual and dogma Catholic priesthood Chanting in a dungeon Beneath a cheap hotel Eyes on the grand display Manipulation of the darkness in you Rummaging to find That which is mine breath of life milk of life purging vice from my veins breath of life milk of life nourishment in my veins The universe Breaking my karmic body down The sky breaks out in hives Signals the end of these ancestral curses Mobilization of benevolence in you Only immersion in darkness Brings brand new life

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"'Gazing In The Dark': the black holes of life. Crushing, dense and self-indulgent moments in a seemingly indifferent universe. Recognition and memory of the beauty in painful lessons. The opportunity for regression, stagnancy or evolution. Seeing yourself and the world and being present in your birth.

Bands that gave birth to my musical DNA are Helmet, The Jesus Lizard, Unsane, Godflesh, Tool and Bad Brains. Sometimes I draw musical inspiration from the most minuscule things and try to see how much I can build around that tiny moment as I experienced it. The cadence of someone in heels walking in a hallway... windshield wiper blades... I'm a welder at a shipyard and I have straight have stolen rhythms from the machines I hear at work."

Copperhead is the post-hardcore meets noise rock meets black sacred ancestral technology "band" project by Richmond, VA-based multi-instrumentalist, David Leonard. Absolute fury.

'Gazing In The Dark' will be out September 6, 2019 on cassette and digital edition via PTP.

credits

released September 6, 2019

Written/Arranged/Voices/Drums/Guitar/Samples: Dave || Guitar/Bass: Jordi || Arrangement on "Mirages" + "Daydream Freefall Hecatomb": Dave & Jordi

Guest Voices: Knox Enforced ("Mirages") || Emilie Gumming ("Shrunken Hog Head") || Emilie Gumming, Knox Enforced, Justin D&D ("Serotonin")

Produced: Dave Leonard || Additional Production: Jordan Faett & Knox Colby
Recorded/Mixed/Mastered: Jordi Faett @ Soul Craft Studios (Richmond, VA)

Artwork: Dave Leonard & Tyler Keylon || Cassette Design: Geng & Tyler Keylon

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