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Body Snatchers

by Psychiatric Metaphors

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RipperStudios Psych Mets have come out of 2020 with a head full of inner static made of anxiety, angst and the sheer will to exorcise the restless demons. Amazing addition to the catalog!! Well done Sam!
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City Lights 05:07
It's 3:33, eyes wide awake Running from a stranger Numbers start to replace Step outside Cars whistle by The L Train thunders over Am I even alive Jumping the tracks No turning back The third rails alive Systematic arrest A two room apartment Lights up in the dark Pots and pans fill the sink A cop was deceased City lights, they mesmerize Kaleidoscope of color on a humid night City Lights, they mesmerize Through a static horizon on a humid night This city don't sleep Insomniac freaks Fill up the bodegas As I creep through the streets A simple twist in fate From another mistake Take two steps forward And they're lying in wait Trains squeal through the station Taking everyones patience Sucking you dry Of resistance to hatred Violence ascending The blocks never ending The sun crests the river My nightmare is ending It's 3:33, eyes wide awake Running from a stranger Numbers start to replace Step outside Cars whistle by The L Train thunders over Am I even alive City lights, they mesmerize Kaleidoscope of color on a humid night City Lights, they mesmerize Through a static horizon on a humid night
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Suffocation, it comes alive Serrated teeth, and ice blue eyes The seasons are lost, already forgotten You're lungs collapse, you remember the coffin You remember the sadness You remember the darkness Reflecting the mirror November of sunsets March's in Austin, and the eyes of depression Aphids in blossom, my freezers infested It's infestation Infestation Infestation Infestation It's infiltration Infiltration Infiltration Infiltration The pastor steps into the spotlight sweating You can see the fear and uncertainty in his eyes He raises his hand high above the crowd As the congregation watches in horror As the man before them decimates into a pile of vicious, crawling aphids Twisting and turning and cannibalizing, in a pile of retched grief The room begins to panic The pyramid hovers, you sit there and wonder The blue in her eyes turns grey as the night The water is poisoned, the people forgotten, society falters The capitalist alters, now a graveyard for business once dealt in the past Now it's money for fire, the kindling of culture The aphids are thriving, obscenity ruptures Cadavers are burning, society falters It's over
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Cease, your legs aren't moving You're cemented, welded, trapped inside this hell Reach out No arms around you Only weapon wielding hands to shoot you down Forever, getting nowhere Strange suffocation Like drifting into space A careless, human image A safer side of hell Her sacred severed limbs Bite, the feeding hand Taste the blood of sweet revenge The fleeting grasp Of reality's end Forever, getting nowhere Strange suffocation Like drifting into space Metaphor, all dressed in red Gold trimmed stockings and a contemplating grin Suffocation, never let them down A work place hazard and a complimentary shroud Forever, getting nowhere Strange suffocation Like drifting into space
4.
Feel it, feel it Brewing in your mind Watch it, Feed it Feel yourself unwind Breathing, breathing Heavier than lead Twisting, burning The fuse inside your head. Exploding, a reason? The reason doesn't matter, Sands drifting through the hourglass, Your time is on a platter. People stare, people glare, And you think they all must know, There's something deep inside ripping you from head to toe. Sweating, dripping Running from your mind Screaming, breathing A heart attack in time Vicious, terror Melting on the inside Bleeding, screeching You see yourself depleting It will never stop. You're suffering, no one sees You're entering a fever dream No you're not, reality slicing through the third degree Separation, desperation, sliding down a hill of pain Memories, the sixth degree, another test your fragile brain is sinking It's sinking Sinking Slowly down the drain It doesn't stop it never will, Imprisoned inside your thoughts , Melting at the sight of anything that triggers a memory. It's losing your shit in a dark and quiet room, While an auditorium of strangers are screaming Deep inside your head. Taunting and twisting, igniting and burning, Every last fabric of sanity in your hollowed out shell of a skull. What once was can never be again, the change has happened, This is your new reality ,this is your anxiety attack!
5.
A selective hope came over me as I watched the knife balance in gravity's feeble grasp Dangling and teetering on the edge of certain and formidable failure She approached the counter with a hunter's gaze Separated from empathy, her cold hand caressed the knife as I stared blankly I find myself getting more and more nervous with each passing season Longing for the existence of an oil filled diorama of my apartment She whispered in my ear a scream that said The animals don't need us And the plants will soon take over Smell her knife, and watch as existence melts off the woman in front of you Waiting in the lobby dressed in red As the congregation funneled to the elevators A crimson carpet beneath your feet As the concierge rings up another guest, your eyes align Suspecting an illusionary instance of time floating shallowly above the ocean puddle Why must this exist Why must I take part in this Why are you doing this? you might ask He yelled back at the mirror as a crowd gathered beneath the operating table A human baby, a fresh slab of consciousness Exiting the lobby, stepping into the street You cry out for a reason Forgiveness is far from grasp And the semi-truck carrying your future is barreling down on the entrance of the hospital Say goodbye to your life And watch the sunset through your fading consciousness Waiting for the first signal to take the exit on the left Oh why must time have a stranglehold on me Is this hell We may never know
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Relief Departure from modern life A feeling A sickness of the mind Ominous Atmospheric glow Behind the curtain Lacerations grow Rip the sky Tear it from the seams Strange demeanor Subtle panic from the free Politician Pays the way Greed and envy Nature wastes away Faulty exits Conclusions cross your mind Rip the sky Tear it from the seams Tear it from the seams Carry on Carry on Relief
7.
Carry On 03:10
Is it odd believing In a foreign sense of time Is it odd believing In a foreign sense of crime Carry on Carry on Is it odd believing If the sins are forgotten Is it odd believing If the media's white washing Is it odd believing If dystopia's a profit Is it odd believing Corporations catastrophic Carry on Carry on Is it odd believing Is it odd believing Is it odd Is it odd Is it odd believing Is it odd believing Is it odd
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Nervous Nervous Nervous Nervous Cant stop the feeding Feeding Feeding Feeding Feeding Feeding Feeding Feeding Nervous Nervous Nervous Nervous Nervous Nervous My nervous centipede My nervous centipede My nervous centipede My nervous centipede Nervous Nervous Can't stop the feeding Can't stop Can't stop Can't stop
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The 4th Full length release from Psychiatric Metaphors

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released January 9, 2021

Album Recorded between November 2019 - August 2020
All Songs Written, Recorded, and Performed by Sam Taylor
Except Track 9 "Revolution" - Originally Performed and Written by Spacemen 3

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