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The Pleasure of Harm

by Christopher Carrion

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Inner Blight 06:47
1. Inner Blight Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite Album: The Pleasure of Harm Sickness Rotting from within Diatribes Litany of fragility Crypts under lock a key Miasma of putridity Puddles of inequity Spilling over eventually I can't sleep Horrible memories Ashes of all that remains The mind under strain Lost on the moors of insanity The mist covers my inadequacies Sacrificed On the alters of normalcy Modernity Turned against me... Stripped metaphorically Of everything that used to be The hollow within Suffocating my id Burned alive The fires of avarice Blacken the soil And sowing it with salt You can't run away From yourself... The most intimate thoughts Are deftly cut Bleed them out Before your very eyes Leave me To rot in Hell The last remnants of life Crucified... This prison Of the mind Lashed constantly Salvation denied... Fists pound In utter frustration Deconstruction Of the self The very core Of my being Extruded and rendered Sown eyes See nothing... Destroyed From within My inner blight All consuming Alan Watts - We cannot be more sensitive to pleasure without being more sensitive to pain. There will always be suffering. But we must not suffer over the suffering. The sense of wrong is simply failure to see where something fits into a pattern, to be confused as to the hierarchical level upon which an event belongs. The more we struggle for life (as pleasure), the more we are actually killing what we love. Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth. Man suffers only because he takes seriously what the Gods made for fun.
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2. Death in Small Doses Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite Album: The Pleasure of Harm Spread, Innocuously... Sprayed, Liberally The science Of limited understanding Playing god, For profit Studies Perpetuate the lie Financed science To get the results you want Human trials Massage the data Torture it Till it bleeds for you Scorched earth Effluvial obliteration Bio-accumulation Strangling the soil Microbial decimation As yields fall Plants, Turning yellow... 'Roundup' is in everything Your cereal to the water you drink Long term consequences Still not fully understood Corporate entities Known to have lied About many things Tout the benefits Of emerging technologies They poison you Through your food While politicians Do nothing... Spiking cancer rates Birth defects And abnormalities As the corporation Rakes in the cash Greedy fingers That claw the earth Wanting to own The food supply Itself... Cellular breakdown Or rampant replication Biological processes Interrupted Bleeding from the mouth As your organs begin to collapse Spoon fed Small doses of death Licking the knife Clean... Stocks Skyrocket A triumph of man... Or the killings begin? The courts Bury the little guy By siding with the juggernaut Fields, Emerald green Now sickly, As far as the eye can see Chemicals That lace everything Spring run-off Taints the lakes Aquifers, Infected Ingestion, Undetected... The collapse Of the food supply Killing millions In the blink of an eye Over-reliance On a centralized system Incentivizing Basic needs This leads to misery Profits before people Is a rule not a mantra...
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Black Dust 07:35
3. Black Dust Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite Album: The Pleasure of Harm Fire Vitrifies the earth The gods of thunder Powers usurped The power to kill A million at a time Dancing on the wind High in the sky Wrong place Wrong time Down wind... All dies Ashes of life Now infected Silently fall Grey snow Mass graves The only legacy Left alive Radiation sickness is damage to your body caused by a large dose of radiation often received over a short period of time. The amount of radiation absorbed by the body — the absorbed dose — determines how sick you'll be. Skin, Sliding from the flesh Organ failure Imminent Patriotic till the end Believe in government "Too many variables to calculate..." The black dust, seals your fate The lies Expertly compartmentalized Living in ignorance Sacrificed by science Slaves to science Studied In the last moments of death The experiment Continues... Reports, Analyze the dataset "Wide area affectation" Beyond the blast Where the dust fall It's the end of life Poisoned By man's ingenuity Beware, the shadow from above Death falling More black dust Families culled Bones in the hollow Dust falls goodbye world...
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Downwinders 12:20
4. Downwinders Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite Album: The Pleasure of Harm Grey day The sun is hiding But the wind's Still cold... All the flowers That I put on your grave Have died And blown away I can still See her face In the shadows Of the life we made Now the cobwebs Lie upon Her eternal rest The wind, cries Mary... Over the bones of yesteryear My only friend the silence And the empty chair where you used to sit Coughing The lungs burn, Soon the burning Turns to blood Wasting, Emmaciated Food... Ashes in your mouth The deadly bloom Turning the sky black Rain falling Black on black The land, Slowly turns gray Its people Withered away... Doctors lie The grift And denial Hush money Liberaly spent On beaurocrats And enforcement Knifed in the back By your own government Protect and serve... By dying for the "greater good" But who's really at fault? You could have left Abandoned your God... Reflections Reveal the lies Empty prayers Unravel into the void Empty words Ignored Fantasies And coping strategies Constructs For the weak willed Eclipsed By mans recklessness All is dust In the wind Ignore the warnings And live your hell All shall die... Loved ones Laying prone On the bed Skeletal hands Intertwined You watch the light Slowly fade entirely A husk of flesh Left behind Blessed are the destroyers of false hope, for they are the true Messiahs - Cursed are the god-idolaters, for they shall be shorn sheep! There is no light At the end of the tunnel The bitter regret Is all that remains Culled life, Systematically The scientific data Must be complete Requiescant in pace, et non Deus miserere animabus vestris
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Burking 05:52
5. "Burking" Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite Album: The Pleasure of Harm Midnight, The moon is high, The fresh reek in the air Decomposition mixed with earth The cart, Hidden in mist Ready for the grisly package The sounds of digging Into the night Only the devil by my side... "Why am I here?" "There has to be a better way..." Nefarious thoughts Start to take seed Granny next door Is the first to go "Natural causes" they say... I'm slowly falling Toward the edge of sanity Rake in the money But guilt, stains it red Insatiable demand To understand the human condition There aren't enough bodies To mutilate... The flickering streetlights Act like my fatal guide Leading me, To the next kill... Enbroiled in the insanity I can barely think, barely see... Bloodless nights So the body stays warm The procurors Like 'em fresh I'm getting bolder Sometime two or three a night But soon comes The Pied Piper... The final remnants Of my humanity Smothered, By victim thirty-three One night the cops come Arrest me and drag me off A fitting death, Defleshed under the knife Medical experiments Examination of my brain The secrets of abhorrency Probed relentlessly My polished bones Forever on display A cautionary tale Of lunacy...
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Jouska 05:24
6. Jouska Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite Album: The Pleasure of Harm Words Ringing in my ears Scorched earth Sentences laced with salt Designed to deconstruct And maim the mind Verbal lacerations Denigrate.... The endless screed Replaying needlessly Reverberations of Utter inadequacy Flayed by the truth Blind eyes finally see It's you against you As it's always been... The treaties of complacency Lead me to the Guillotine Heads roll... When logic turns cold Can't distinguish Friend from foe This sickened dream Rotting from the inside out Salvation Too far to reach... Blackened memories The charred remains of stability A funeral In an empty room You have no friends... Who would bother to mourn you? Exclusionary policies Ensure isolation In the depths of my darkest fears Lies the reflection of my own wretched self Starring Into the abyss Straining to hear Is that me? Calling for help... All these years I've been doing it alone Not a single person cared My flesh to stone My feelings are a weakness My final apotheosis Igniting the black flame Cuttings and suicide Bloom like flowers in my mind The sheer face Of utter desolation Emotions, DOA... A letter signed for Mommy and Daddy A life lost.... Ended with silent words The flames of retribution Fed by negativity Abnegation Of reality In my quiet world The storm rages Innocence lost? Or was it really mine to claim The opening doors, Hell awaits...
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Technate 06:43
7. Technate Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite Album: The Pleasure of Harm Bars on the windows Bars on my mind Expression terminated For the "greater good" Lost on a sea of disinformation You're not allowed to speak Suffer in isolation Why me? The iron fist That keeps us in check A tiered society Destroying itself There's nothing here to see, Go back to your home Rot away in silence, Devoid of hope Public Servants Playing the role of god Harsh penalties For just existing Lockdowns... Bury the weak Suicides climbing Week on week... Darkness, Within and without Loss of faith Incipit corruption Ideals Rot on the vine Locked away As life slips by... Communities, Disintegrate Total allegiance To the State... The blood of a thousand lives Stains the hands Of bent politicians Life's now meaningless Existing, for one purpose The jaws of annihilation Expectations die in utero Illumination, Turns to shadows.... Another life That seems so far away Propagandize To the 'n'th degree Fear, Turning into hate The dystopian future Of Hell awaits...
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6. Weapon of Opportunity Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite Album: Pleasure of Harm Hegellian dialectic Problem, reaction, solution... Corporate collusion, Third party hands to wield Bribe the citizenry With trinkets and frivolities Purchased consent On a mass scale Human testing A great experiment Novel technology Effectiveness uncertain Corporate overlords See emerging markets Fill the void With quack science In the boardrooms They're counting the dividends Coffers filled with gold, The fines are insignificant All the people Waiting on a miracle Sold a dream That ebbed away Lives collapse, Burning in the aftermath While the guilty Claim "It wasn't me..." The millions in secret accounts Tax free banks In the Caymans Getting away with murder Recompensed By their judicial friends The illusion of democracy... For you and me The wheel crushes all Especially those, who stand tall Targeted for silent removal Either silenced or killed Curate the data To make it say what you want Edit Wikipedia To erase the past Fact checked, By mere opinion Checkmarks Trump reason...
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Kenopsia 06:08
9. Kenopsia (Aftermath) Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite Album: The Pleasure of Harm Empty streets Overwhelming No sound Just quiet... All around Familiar sights Now fallen into ruin Nature overtakes And slowly suffocates Modernity Under a carpet of green One hundred years ago When the bombs fell The land died Driven by extremity Old wounds Never fully healed Ripped anew With terrible ramifications All the world Burned in cupidity Sewn eyes Never really see The thin veneer Of superiority Lent by Emerging technologies In the flames of perdition A new identity is forged Self-centered and arrogant A danger to us all In the pale light Of the burning cities As the black snow begins to falls A vein of misery Reaching out into nothing Strewn across the land The fields Lay thick with the freshly dead The reek of purulency And radioactivity The lonely clicks Of a long forgotten Geiger Counter The sum of progress Cancels humanity Spinning our wheels On useless things Directed energy Into moral insanity The last gasp Of a flawed species The echoes from beyond Reverberate into eternity Scorched earth Our only legacy The dust of history Lays us to sleep The remnants of society Laid to rest Under the mantle Of everlasting night The curtain close As we fade from sight...

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Brand New Progressive Blackened Death Metal that gets political. Why talk about demons and zombies when the real terror is right here next to us...

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released February 11, 2023

All Music, Lyrics, Recording, Mixing and Mastering done by Jesse Lacharite at Isle of Midnight Studios, Kingston Ontario Canada.

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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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