Guilt and His Reflection

by Wildspeaker

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    Wildspeaker/Cara Neir split "Guilt and His Reflection" CD
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    Cara Neir / Wildspeaker // Guilt And His Reflection 2020 CS reissue

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    Guilt and His Reflection is a conceptual full length split between Wildspeaker and Cara Neir. The split details the decay of humanity crumbling into itself. This partnership exposes the story of post-civilization sins committed when desperation overwhelms."

    Dead Red Queen Records has reissued a 2nd and FINAL cassette pressing of this utterly masterful split from two of Texas's finest. Originally released on 2 separate shell variants by Broken Limbs Records in 2016, DRQR is now here to get this tape into the hands of new and old listeners alike in 4 seperate shell/ink variants.

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Gazing into redfaced skies His portrait flashburned 'bove him lies Time has come to a head Suffering for your fathers' sins Entombed in scattered graves Wheezing air stenched in exhaust Crestfallen transgressors Face downward in thier debt The ache of want overcast By the stake of ominy
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Having trudged this far His heart no longer beat the same From an Eden of abundance To apologetic muttering over an empty quill Muscle spasms kindle coughs of Dry heaving dust and specks Black blood spatters the dirt Profane thoughts damn a once prosaic man He abandons past identity when hunger overwhelms Self empty as barren belly Convulsing nervous hands lay a weighty stone Still neighbor's blood trickles Violence becomes the hand that feeds In a world where change is the only constant
3.
A dizzied man abides to a force stronger than reason This dawn leaves no time to recede from treason Bagged eyes, heavy lids Scanning from behind barren twigs For the first time in immeasurable days Echo the sound of heavy footsteps Awakening a starving gaze Someone is dying for him to eat Time has come to hunt the weak Where guilt abandons remorse Where shame separates from repentance You will find a man between his rebirth and remaining sentence Someone is dying for him to eat Time has come to hunt the weak
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First taste of flesh Guilt worn under skin For once and for all Overcome doubt within With a knife to the throat And a bite to the madness Labored chest rose and No hope to convalesce First taste of flesh Guilt worn under skin For once and for all Overcome doubt within Disconnect from strength of his own hands Soaked in expire from his brother's neck Wrung around a rope Splayed across at spit Choking down the deafening crunch Of charred hair and gristle Glazed eyes take in Pollux and Castor As his soul rises to meet his maker
5.
Tired shadow shrinks and thins Shading shuffling footprints Internal combustion : decay, disruption Eating away at standing remains Of a man and his gumption He breathes in flesh flies Through a bleeding nose Heaving acids from a bloated gut Tired knees buckle and Fall into thier stench Gusts of dirt fall to blanket an aching back A lick of cracked lips With a pale dry tongue Falls into stillness Dissolved by illness Blanketed from which he's made Retiring defeated when heaven forbade
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Calloused hands from work and wear Stained by sin and his own fear Glazed eyes sink Once bright to dim His shadow hinges At the heels of hind limb Trudging gait Recedes to faint Spirit dips To crawl out spate Caked in scabs Kneeling reeds Reflecting guilty, waves intercede Mass hair overwhelmed Abanding his own creed for Unforgivable deeds Staring into an drowning effigy Sheathed in his serrated enmity Polluted waves furrow and swell As a target where his grimace fell "Does it reflect the future that once was Or the past that can never be?" (Reflecting Pool) Symmetrical entity possesses haunts eternal Reclines in the cold to meet the infernal Caught by desolation Owned by survival Submerged at the moment of final reprisal He spits in the image of himself Humbled to hideous vision With one final breath our Dissolves into decomposition
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every last one of us has a conscious but the intended code is all that keeps the darkness in check how terrifying would it be for that to be stripped away what is this backwards reformation this sordid solitude, a twisted failsafe where do we stop now? there's no new kingdom halos of grey - i can't be saved, but please let me savor this day
8.
my left brain's no right brain but right helps the left and this craft here is mutual you exist because i say and my brains, well they split long ago so as you see where we are now should explain much you don't think it so and i need you to believe this could save me, soak my sanity in blessing and recognition, mine ....what am i saying, this ends today TODAY TODAY
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these stained grey bones, their image stapled to his skull there was no acclimating to this was it the taste that brought insanity? or being forced to believe this was the only choice it's happened to them all starving to death to keep this in check never free to simplicity again this opus of sickness reigns high as the last strings pop
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fifth ticket to sit here and suffer and i'm further down the line sat here long enough to think that now i'll be fine but somehow i've fooled you all when all i wanted was my own dissatisfaction so what are these times of torture but jaded fragments of vice and life what are these ideas of failure kept holstered by my side? i open doors to the ever-flourishing voids in my soul even worse is that i have let people learn to care for them
11.
garry: I just crawled out of a grave that I helped make. Now I'm wearing a cape without a crusade. How silly do I look? Just look at my face. I may smile a lot, but wait till you see what's underneath chris: stars will die and trees will burn and i'll still be here grounded with stop signs garry: I just walked out of a cave, so dark and dank. Now I'm driving a car on an empty tank. How the fuck does that work? Just look at the flames. I may die a lot, but at least I have lived. Over and over again. chris: nameless lands and faceless men, the chapel stands up straight but hasn't a voice since nobody's let in over drained waters leaving dry and grainy earth the smoke consciously drifts towards lung to decay
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smiles received without ever turning the light back on trial/deceit, why does everyone think that i am just so dumb transparent life i tied back for you, i cannot sustain the blank page hallowed in me, in darkness i pray stricken down by the most ungrateful masters led to believe i am simply a bastard led to believe that there's something of worth in me dead from disease after you took what's worth from me sleeping in hell in quiet pain while i plead for thee slaving, i crave to find the hole from which you came surely enough you were never born this way this is the first night of many i've spent insane black heart that fissured you took it as a vacancy to install the demons that plague my memory blackness i saw, the night you spit the blame on me is this all that they do? miles away and left in purple waves to faulter will you open the doors or close them for the better? will you shed your skin in Fall and leave forever? let us not speak but flow with discrepancy we cannot share this world, it wasn't meant for me i thought of the blood and poisonous treachery begone, of this plane
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about

Guilt and His Reflection is a conceptual full length split between Wildspeaker and Cara Neir. The split details the decay of humanity crumbling into itself. This partnership exposes the story of post-civilization sins committed when desperation overwhelms.

You can order the tape from Broken limbs Recording here
brokenlimbsrecordings.net/products/blr068-cara-neir-wildspeaker-split-cassette

credits

released September 16, 2016

Natalie - Vocals
Nelson - Guitar
Zak - Guitar
Mike - Bass
Ricky - Drums

Written, recorded, mixed, and mastered by Wildspeaker

Backing vocals by Garry Brents and Chris Francis

Art by Alex CF (Fall of Efrafa, Light Bearer, Morrow)
www.artofalexcf.com

Tapes by Broken Limbs Recordings available at
brokenlimbsrecordings.net/products/blr068-cara-neir-wildspeaker-split-cassette

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