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Insomnia DEMO

by The Tenebrian Machine

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Dumb mmmn When I think of Texas, I think of: Shiner Bock, the 36th POTUS, silicone breast implants, The Alamo, Sweet Nightmares weekly radio show on 90.1, frozen margaritas, Snickers, The National Cowgirl Museum & Hall of Fame and The Tenebrian Machine. Hopefully, we can get a taste of each of these things January 11th at The White Swan in Houston
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I'm still here I'm underneath the stairs, I'm hiding in your walls as I wait for the kill I'm so hungry it's dripping down my chin, it's covering my face, I'm covered in your blood Is that your sacred message? Is that what you've been eating? Entity at the door, pull me from my home Awake from the carnal fucking feast Awake from the carnal fucking feast Awake from the carnal fucking feast Awake from the carnal fucking feast Someone feed me i've devoured the planet Afraid I'm gonna starve if I don't get another one in me I'm so sorry, I'm ready to succumb, I hate what I have done but i've got to stay alive Is that your sacred message? Is that what you've been eating? Entity at the door, pull me from my home Awake from the carnal fucking feast Awake from the carnal fucking feast Awake from the carnal fucking feast Awake from the carnal fucking Bodies will dissolve Bodies will dissolve Bodies will dissolve into the air Bodies will dissolve Bodies will dissolve Bodies will dissolve into the air Bodies will dissolve Bodies will dissolve Bodies will dissolve into the air Bodies will dissolve Bodies will dissolve Bodies will dissolve into the emptiness.
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We the putrid who have been to the endless sea of pus, the ash of he who waits behind the bark slowly creeping is overcoming us empirical assimilation towards remittance of the rendered facts Ocean of Orion stimulates the sea of abominable acts incur the wrath of he who sleeps beneath the land of unclean mist incur the following of the one who waits to catch your wrist The sending of the man with many names a garden in your soul for psychiatric mind games Psychosomatic, physically I feel the rotting pulse finally taking me Sordid, heaving piercing, feeding eye contact- still breathing Fester, bleeding Existence so fleeting! crushing pain radiates from the path I wander, This earth misguided I hunger for the release, that comes with sacrifice To home you crawl, to where your children sleep too weak to reason If you feel any hope, it’s because it is my will Lead, lead i must feed The broadcast will resume! spirits in my room seized and consumed construed by one my secret name tern, inscribed in the bloodstain exhume the body of the priest reviling chorus from the beast! Psychosomatic, physically i feel the rotting pulse finally taking me.
3.
Beacon of reminding, planted in my psyche nerves corroded and excited inner self is overrided, darker thoughts residing coming out of hiding, morbidly inviting Beacon of reminding, planted in my psyche nerves corroded and excited inner self is overrided, darker thoughts residing coming out of hiding, morbidly inviting Emerging from the darkness Brutally relentless maternal seductress bless my reconstruction sick erratic junctions nothing overcomes this cyber being rumbles Aware of it's function aware of it's function, the uterus ruptures.
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Smog folly lung prison Lonely narco suck magnet Power, not speed What you want is what you need Burnt out heated trifle Busted open Henry rifle Phallus obsessed abscess Can't fuck grunge or process prog You falter, indignantly Creative pit, beneath me arid Head inside your high horse Look a gift whore in the mouth Pull the fucking trigger Two shovels in the backseat and A hole keeps getting bigger Witless invalid backseat antagonist Writhing blunder cunt I hate no matter where you are Fuck off and starve Microsoma anger vector Acrobatic action manager Disregarded reenactment I'm the fragmentation device Tossed aside and bust apart Tossed aside and bust apart Pupil needle conquest Arrested moral tempest Division cells dwell the upsell Resell value bottom dollar Denominator Context alone Context alone Witless invalid backseat antagonist Writhing blunder cunt I hate no matter where you are Fuck off and starve Shed the stifling shackles of conformity etched on the key to my cell, originality And the haft also went in after the blade; and the fat closed upon the blade, so that he could not draw the dagger out of his belly; and the dirt came out. I have taken a step out of the gilded flame, stripped my armor of empty pride and ostentatious notion. The earth cracks beneath every step that I take as an awakening has begun to spread. i am no longer bound to a pagan doctrine, i am now the whistleblower, the warning is clear THE MACHINE BREATHES
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Insomnia 06:18
One third of a half and twice as vague you left me one cloudy then chilly day The rain subsides with my resolve you fade into the horizon and then dissolve I’m as cold as my shoulders as long as i’m faceless I’m faded and as i’m stuck in this basement embrace the eraser statement I’m free, free. So why can’t I dream? Why can’t I rise through the steam? You were only here yesterday in a grey faceless place with a wordless thing i’d say Disabled by shock but aware unable to move, I’m no longer scared. Enwreathed in agony, this unbearable pain is corrupting me Chained and restrained by a memory- The ghost of your sentiment sifting memento I barely escape the reality in sleep and I can only wish that I was you I can listen to time rumble by and sigh I wish that i could die too. The beauty of desire is the device of your lie varicose tourniquet torture device You ask twice and cough softly, “Why am i alive?” I’m free, free. So why can’t i dream? Why can’t i rise through the steam? Why does it hurt to be alive? Why does this hurt like that look in your eyes? Gone, gone.(You haven't lived since you died for nothing) Gone, gone.(You haven't died till you’ve lived for something) yeah~ I’m free, free, free….
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Dreams 10:21

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released March 15, 2017

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The Tenebrian Machine Houston, Texas

Evan Campos- Lead guitar, Vocals.
Korbin Hranac- Bassist
Nick Rusche- Vocals
Adam Rubio- Drums

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