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The Oubliette Trilogy: Past Future

by Christopher Carrion

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Fetch the Wenches 04:53
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1. Fetch the Wenches Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite Album: The Oubliette Trilogy: Past Future Swipe left... To artificially inflate The ego and the empty slate Ideas that aren't your own Making you do things Out of social norms The expectations Of a fantasy No one cares You're just a piece of meat... Digital fodder A feast for the empty Reduced to an object without anyone asking Why would I care about What you think? When you reduce yourself Down to a thing Isn't there more to life Than a picture of your ass? On the beach, at the gym What is it you're really sayin'... Swipe right... That's right, you're ugly as sin "Who would want you? You dirty fucking whore..." Crushed by the illusion That tech makes us more inclusive Why would I care about What you think? When you reduce yourself Down to a thing Isn't there more to life Than a picture of your ass? On the beach, at the gym What is it you're really sayin'... It's 80/20... Where the price of love Is in the flesh The younger you are The more that you're worth... One day when you've aged away Only then do you start to see That nothing is what is seems And that's the death of the dream...
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Nekromantic 05:04
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2. Nekromantic Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite Album: The Oubliette Trilogy: Past Future Intro: " Shower while there were two dead bodies in the bathtub, and he was sane. He drilled holes in the heads of living people to make them his unresisting companions, and he was sane. He ate a bicep which he fried in a skillet, tenderized and sprinkled with sauce, and he was sane. For hours he lay with corpses, hugging them, cherishing them, and he was sane. He kept eleven assorted heads and skulls, and two complete skeletons, for eventual use in a home-made temple, and he was sane.” ― Brian Masters, The Shrine of Jeffrey Dahmer The blackness Like a second skin Your perfect body On the slab again Now that we're alone You whisper sweet nothing Your bluest tinge Beggin' me to begin... Your cover sheet is on the ground My fingers caress your cold skin Vacant eyes, They're empty of life Extremities, locked into place The rigor mortise of your perfect face I take off my shirt This is how I like to flirt I start by sucking your toes The taste of disinfectant lord only knows How it inflames the heart This is how it always starts Off come my pants I'm as hard as a rock I pry your legs open To let the fun start It's nice to be loved Even if it's one way "I'll always be there for you... Something special between us two You just rest, I'll take it from here..." The intimacy of your dead flesh Somehow goes to my head I brutalize your sex When I'm done I cut off your head Oral sex with a severed head I want to cum, but wait not yet Emotions as clear as day Comfort me in their sick little ways A pasty sheen of cold sweat As I drop the forgotten head A libido as black as night Can't fuck the living, only the dead As the spittle runs down my chin I look upon the ruin of you Strangely detached from all feelings See you sweetheart tomorrow evening ;)
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The Bunny Game 04:10
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3. The Bunny Game Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite Album: The Oubliette Trilogy: Past Future I guess it's not only me and I can't believe that we do not see that the world is coming to and end Washed out in shades of grey and we start another day while our dreams they wane at the thought that nothing changes we believed in a lie until the day we die but why I can't I cry? the shadows of life now seared away you can do what please but there's a penalty for all the trickery that will bring you to your knees... All hail the night it's where we go at the end of our fight into the ground in the end is where we all can be found your legacy we consume yet still we are so empty when it's gone, you'll see the master plan is finally revealed I'm barely clinging too what my mind can see "we're like a cancer called humanity" I want to break free from all the lies We move in and rape and raze until there's nothing left but an empty space all in the name of progress? What we can't internalize We turn around and we demonize take it hook, line and sinker it will be our children who pay for our reckless behaviour, or so they say nothing left but a sterile earth...
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Antrum 08:15
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4. Antrum: (a)Total Blackness and Absolute Silence (b)Jungian Archetypes Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite Album: The Oubliette Trilogy: Past Future (a) The world is grey It's not hard to see how it got that way The fallacy Of our superiority... Swept away by the dawn of another black day Cocooned in cloak of misery Bloody tears cried for the lost Empty hearts filled with dust I walk alone in a dead world The mantra of sorrow Knowing there's no tomorrow We forgot how to relate, We only learned to hate Our need for technology Killed the mind and left the body We were too blind to see The truth of our reality I pass through one ghost town after the next The spirit breaks from the weight of loneliness Empty husks long since abandoned The eerie scene haunts me deeply I haven't spoken to anyone in days The dusty road cuts through the ruined city The whispers of society Cleansed so efficiently... The night falls the silence suffocates I see some kind of light off in the distance Is this a trick of the mind? Im so tired... I just can't decide The pale dawn greets me mockingly Cursed to wander alone eternally I yearn for my humanity For conversation, for intimacy... (b) Oh rose, thou art sick The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out Thy bed of crimson joy And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy The people Staring through haunted eyes Hope abandoned Exorcised I see a priest And some dirty little kids A few old men Stuck at the end of the world I'm having trouble looking them in the eye I want to help them but I'm not even going to try... this is the end road It's here that you will find my bones No more wandering I guess I'm finally home I see the outlaw... Cuz I seen him in myself Always the loner Never trusts anyone else I see the sage... Always seeking the truth For better or for worse Depends on your point of view I see the magician... Steeped in the arts of superstition Molding the world But only for his betterment I see the ruler... By the iron in his fists His need to control Plotting the variables Scopes Monkey Trial "Darwin took us forward when he look at them, from where we could look back and see the way from which we came, before this insight, before this knowledge we must abandon our faith in the pleasant poetry of Genesis." "We must not abandon faith, faith is the most important thing!" " Then why did god create us with the power to think... Mr. Brady why do you deny the one faculty of man that raises him above the other creatures of the earth"
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Johnny Favorite 04:11
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5. Johnny Favorite Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite Album: The Oubliette Trilogy: Past Future Carve the symbols into the flesh Call his name out in the darkness A circle of thirteen begins the rite The temple devoid of light Intone The incantation Calling the names of the infernal one Belial , Astaroth, Ammamon... Misanthropically alone Waves of heat they start to rise The pentagram is set on fire Souls of black contained within The darkest goetic manifestations As the priest he reads the entrails Black blood on the bricks Human sacrifice to the wicked Wanting the stars and all they hold Getting nothing like you were told The totality of evil in this world Making deals, is the shortest way To go from nothing to godly... Over time, when you've had time to think The reality starts to sink in What delights are worth a soul? Nothing when you're down in Hell... Speak the words Fulfill your darkest dreams, but remember There's no getting out of deals with him.. Hey Johnny, do you remember me? Wasn't it sometime back in '43? When every thing sorta went grey And you couldn't remember not a thing... When crosses are losses and deals are made You get thinking "God, am I willing to play?" Rites as black as sin Wipe the mind back to the beginning When words incanted in the night Swap the souls of you and the like Liebling, Favorite it matters not There's nowhere for you to run Clean up the mess one, two, three Cocks in mouth's and guns in pussies Going down? Last stop hell Louis, we'll see you down there... Speak the words Fulfill your darkest dreams, but remember There's no getting out of deals with him.. Speak the words The ink Is barely wet on the page Souls sold... At the lowest price Speak the words At the witching hour... Speak the words And seal the pact... Speak the words Fulfill your darkest dreams, but remember There's no getting out of deals with him..
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ZuckerBorg 05:41
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6. ZuckerBorg Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite Album: The Oubliette Trilogy: Past Future "I think in the back, deep, deep recesses of our minds, we kinda knew something bad could happen. It's literally at a point now, where I think, we have created tools that are ripping apart the social fabric of how society works. No civil discourse, no co-operation, misinformation, mis-truth, and it's not an American problem, this is not about Russian hacking, it's a global problem..." The twisted utopia Of silicon dreams and endless flat screens a buffet for the eyes and a knife to the spine the retraction of social norms the deconstruction of the human mind little pieces on the board segregated and kept in the dark useful idiots do the bidding of the first citizens buy in? one-hundred million or get the fuck lost Rage in digital, discourse it falls to pieces A thousand voices all screeching Big Data's the name of the game Your every movement cataloged digitally... building clearer pictures of allegiances to corporate measures to keep you under control believing what you're being told Can't have any mavericks here just byte sized sheep and a thin veneer their precious memories monetized daily, feeding the machine that pacifies the weak Minds starting to wake The Matrix in jeopardy... Ivory towers Crumbling on inside Illusions twisted Living a fantasy... Digital glass Envious eyes peering back Judging a picture With a thousand words Never good enough The endless parade of stuff Living vicariously In the digital age... Isn't it enough for me To just do what I please? You do you, And I'll be me... The root of evil and constant exploitation can I not go five seconds without seeing a piece of ass? Tits are fun, and I fucking love them but that's not the sum of who I am The confusion is slowly brewing False information and misconstruing every fact and fallacy in the same cynical dichotomy is this making things better? or are we so desperate we're willing to stoop so low... what was a game is now insidiously revealed human currency, modification and security the veil of evil permeates everything Altruistic intention nothing more than a smoke screen Human experiments conducted across the digital frontier No ones safe, nothing is secret The dark side of human innovation Preying on your own for the sake of enrichment SOLO Ivory towers Crumbling on inside Illusions twisted Living a fantasy... Digital glass Envious eyes peering back Judging a picture With a thousand words Never good enough The endless parade of stuff Living vicariously In the digital age... Isn't it enough for me To just do what I please? You do you, And I'll be me...
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Kid Sniffer 04:30
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7. Kid Sniffer Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite Album: The Oubliette Trilogy: Past Future In the heat of the afternoon I'm on the stage With you know who... Hands that hold me still His closeness Gives me chills The campaign's in disarray The smells of rotting flesh And misery... I'm dancing on the edge of a knife Not knowing If I'll survive... For a while I just think on it To exhausted to really care When the fear it fades away I'm trapped in this "pizza" place... Dismembered corpses Putrefying in the back The smell is unbearable I vomit on the ground It's all so clear to me A simple measure Of understanding In this dark and evil place I know myself I know my fate In a way I'm kinda glad In other ways I'm also sad At least in Hell I'll know I deserved it.... SOLO At night... They bring me out of the hold The torches burn With an unholy light I'm brought To the meeting hall Stripped naked And passed around Everybody's got to get their turn Every part of my body Is bruised and torn Raped and brutalized The "meat" is tender Evil glows in their eyes SOLO Thrown back into the hold I pass out Until the dawn I know it won't be long Before the final insult I'm not sure I'm ready to die There has to be a way To get out alive Desperately I claw at the door Bloody tracks that spill on the floor The fetid stink Of the rot Makes me wretch I gasp for air I've got to lay still At least until Someone Approaches the door I can clearly see Their shadow Smiles so fake With a nudge and wink Iconography Hiding in plain sight For those With dark delights Innocence for sale Whimpering in this hell... SOLO
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The Deepest Shade of Red 02:30
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8. The Deepest Shade of Red Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite Album: Single I'm cold again... Three days shellin's Is gettin' in my head Yesterday, Bobby was blown apart Timmy, shot through the heart I've seen no sleep No food, no laughter Water up to my knees My trench foot is bothering me The carrion mist of no mans land The charred remains Of my friends This was never my war I fight for freedom And justice for all...

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Third installment of The Oubliette Trilogy series. Heavy and mellow like my bi-polar mind...you know how it is ;)

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released January 26, 2020

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Christopher Carrion Kingston, Ontario

Progressive Metal Artist from Canada. I do Death, Black, Progressive and Classic Rock. I have issues.

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