.​.​.​it was the wettest thing I had ever felt

by Faceless Hulk

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all music written by faceless hulk
all lyrics by ted lee (curtis wilson wrote his feature at the end of erisian hymns)
all artwork by ed blanchette
instruments tracked by ian hibberd @ dining room studio
vocals tracked by sean skillen @ exit music studio
produced by sean skillen and faceless hulk
mixing and mastering by sean skillen @ exit music studio
contact and booking for faceless hulk: tedlee23@gmail.com - www.myspace.com/facelesshulksucks

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released April 30, 2009

people and places: all @ dining room studio and exit music studio, ed blanchette (elgato) for his amazing vision/art/dedication/selflessness/ability to meet a deadline without bitching, onur, matty and marie at the black pirate pub, renee and dave @ defintely superior art gallery, brent from no official capacity, lazer for her pockets, jay arjune for driving/selling merch/working for free and never bitching once/all the non-metal/general awsomeness and chillness, barnold (forgot you on the last one), erik the red, josh from norris for all the hookups, cassia and all the guys from ninjaspy for the hookups, topon das from fuck the facts for the hookups, all @ disgraceland, jimi fuckin' wiggins for going to the abyss, curtis wilson for all the hate, jamie smith for all the sound reasonings (still no credit), our goddamn selves for getting an album out while spitting in the face of proximity, franz for all the air time and hookups, jason wellwood for all the dedication, clint @ vern's for being a jerk of all trades, destructo patola for all the dedication, micro gresham, darryl from terrorhorse for reining in that horse, all those who have let us defile their houses when we are on the road, any and all people who come out to the shows/buy merch/mosh/stand still/enjoy the music/don't enjoy the music, if we forgot anyone don't take it personally as we have not done a real thanks list in a long time and shit is hard to remember, dan mcnabb (rip), calen grant (rip)

bands: norris, terrorhorse, the auditor general, wivestale, tugnut (rip), fuck the facts, ninjaspy, sparky, the great sabatini, endast, today i caught the plague, man with target, scabs, mechanical separation, the murderous (rip), bloodpool, rock truck, bukkake cannon, stemdog, fuckin' thing slicer, annihilation text (rip), bottom rockers, quitting life, forever dead, twins of leda, noise redemption, the wayback, sueisfine (rip), GRB (rip), red devil, death and destruction, legoman haircut, eyes of chong, the dweezils, dirtnap, the rad kids, speedway motherfuckin' 420 detectives (rip), camden blues band, any bands we share the stage with when we are on the road...

Faceless Hulk is:
Andy Middaugh - torso
Jim "too grimm" Laukka - legs
Craig Kainulainen - left arm
Travis Doggett - right arm
Ted Lee - face, throat

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Track Name: Good luck trying to sleep
So much shit/ it docks at all ports/ praise be to those who dive head first/ up one's ass shall be one's home
Good luck trying to sleep/ pineal gland bleats/ constructs of fucked fucks/ give them hot dog buns and they'll eat
Subconscious hatred saturated
As I'm walking through this neon hell on earth/ my essence is plagued by fluorescence
All this sleep that I don't want is needed
Catastrophe manifests as gurgling/ a dead man tells no tales yet I'm still alive
No higher power/ just the physical embodiment of atrocity
I somnambulate through a storm of incoherence/ sour milk flows from an infected breast
Sopping wet with life/ saturation becomes detriment
Enema hand bags/ enema hand bags/ enema hand bags/ enema hand bags
Pay me all of your money/ constructed structurally sound
Built up to the stench of high heaven just to burn it to the fucking ground
End of days! End of days! What a time build! End of days! End of days! What a time build!
So much shit/ it docks at all ports/ praise be to those who dive head first/ up one's ass shall be one's home
I can't stop fidgeting now/ it's mine/ I can't stop fidgeting now/ it's my time
Sitting perfectly still/ a violent ball of static
If I'm designed to fail then I am riddled with manufacturer's defects
Track Name: Eat your tail, shit yourself
Lost in absurdity/ yet still able to revel/ maladjusted and content/ I will laugh and laugh and laugh
Fermented in oblivion/ drunk on abysmal thought/ lusting for strands of light/ I pluck the strings in an erratic score
All tunnel and no light/ all shovel and no dirt/ all drivel and no plight/ all swivel and no turn
Ripped and snorting/ hacking up prolific phlegm/ I can't get enough
I don't believe how far I've gone to come all the way back again
Personified by a tragic collection of water and waste
I can't believe how far I've gone to come all the way back again
The removal of purpose/ implementation of random action/ a spun out ouroboros will rage on/ I excrete and start over
Truth be told from a mouth that exhales sleep/ examined by digit of banished gods
Results were murkier than expected/ I'm not surprised
Flirting with more than disaster/ outright fist-fucking annihilation
Communication has more than broken down and in it I revel
With confusion as gasoline/ all anxiety is set ablaze
It kills me how far I've gone to come all the way back again
Energy in its most absurd form/ serving nothing but its own sick desire
Words turn to mist in a fit of liquid language
Rivers of consciousness spray and crash as dams burst
Saturate this mind/ it has now turned to slop
The light is so foul/ the mist is so sweet
Eris speaks to me/ her confusion is so sweet
Track Name: Landfill Pulpit
Behold sacred swine in this temple of trash/ waste flows like wine now ingest and ferment
Cough a little bit/ puke and grunt again/ bite through bone and shit then laugh at the rest/ this self ingestion is nourishment
The transcendence trough is full/ squeal for ascendence and pull rank in this horrid menagerie
Vessel rolled in shit but smile gleaming white
Swine so serpentine/ vile and brazen/ forcefully ejaculate raw sewage
Volatile and unfocused/ celebrating skittish excretion/ respite lies within the heart of an inferno
Grand declaration of indecisive rule/ insulate this plague of mediocrity
Power infested/ secret droplets are now falling/ darkness and light/ fire and fluid will now converge
Scratching like a fiend wrought with longing/ a wretched mass/ indistinct from the last and this is merely our flesh
Our mass increases with any attack absorbed/ you're sheepishly herded with herd mentality
A fine display of bleating and bleeding/ celebrating skittish excretion/ every answer is followed by uncertainty
Suspension of motivation for confirmation
It is darkest at the surface/ moving and leaking and fully aware of itself
No reserve and no place/ there is no status/ it's all spoil/ to oppose us is to choke on your own blind rigidity
We are those satisfied/ forever being malcontents/ morally dead and free/ we are those who live to tear you down
Revisions of visions/ unbound from decrepit ideals/ steam thick and vapour dense/ embodiment in just our breath
Spiritually free/ choke on your own fine indignity/ These puddles won't reflect the hot nothing that was never there
This our medicine/ forever liquid and changeable
Landfill pulpit declarations
So simian are the back towing pigs
Precipice unfold/ crumble beneath our vast weight/ excretion makes for familiar bedfellows
Twitching and volatile/ we live despite your denial
Track Name: Doubtmonger
Half in the bag/ fully aware/ treading freely/ amongst the bound/ to bleat is to bleed and I've fattened myself
Throbbing with tension/ breath hot with spirits/ wisps of conveyance and drops of existence
Clarity has been removed/ not that there was that much in the first place
Caked and squinty eyes witness the oddest things
If I stop moving this will all crash down in front of me as I explode
The path less beaten has left me hammer toed
Eating up the bad words/ spitting out the good taste/ (watch this) defecation serves as sermon
And I cannot deny that I know...
To swallow one's face is to know the truth and even that isn't worth much these days
No value/ no guilt/ no compassion and no frills
Nothing manifests itself into a bigger, blacker hole for all to see
I feel it with every drop
Track Name: Erisian Hymns
Rest assured a fool who has removed all doubt can be certain that his open mouth said something
Forever exist in worthless factions/ old beliefs that fall short/ contort every tongue/ vain attempts look so good
Mouth stinging and burning/ despite mild words spoken/ perversion catalyst
Most likely to persevere/ walls are made for backs to be up against
The earth can't envelope something it was never meant to behold/ stand fast on shaky ground
Is it wrong that everything is funny?/ one can't expect that much/ turn coat in one fell swoop/ anxiousness is thankless
I stand displaced in abysmal confusion/ I stand at the ready so wretched and steadfast/ I am now all that is not
Vomiting purity/ stainless with clarity/ snubful consumption or self-nourishment
I take the latter and say fuck the first
No moves/ no flow/ nothing will grow/ hear what I say/ reap what you sew/ it's all the same/ it's all the same
So empty/ so obscene/ sew something/ so sleepy/ reaper of time
Sleepwalking/ anxiously/ deep breathing/ thanklessly/ unstable forever/ productive futility
Perverted slumbering/ dismantled concept of self (burn)
Rest assured a fool who has removed all doubt can be certain that his open mouth bleeds
With unmatched intensity I sit still/ unquenchable thirsting/ impure seeds/ fertile soil
(And, the lies pour out of our mouths, like red wine
It's in you now and forever it shall stay
Why, deny yourself the pleasure of letdown)
I stand displaced in abysmal confusion/ I stand at the ready so wretched and steadfast/ I am now all that is not
Transcendence achieved through vomiting/ a gastrointestinal cacophony
A thousand lives end with every breath I draw
It is like a urine stream that has not reached its full potential until gas has passed
And now I'll do so

And/ the lies pour out of our mouths/ like red wine
It's in you now and forever it shall stay
Why/ deny yourself the pleasure of letdown
Track Name: One Fell Swoop
As it closes, crashes, plummets/ our time is now/ to hell with believers/ you can join us
May you all drown and burn at the same time/ the wet sky holds nothing except fire
The here and now/ desire is banished/ no longer needed
May your sleep be terrible if you ever sleep again
Certainty's flesh/ dripping from our chins/ we are complacent
Our end is the beginning of infection and plague
The sweetest abolishment/ your constructs crumble/ this impulse is sacramental
Siren's songs are snuttering/ the air is tainted (we'd smiled wide until we'd died)
Chaotic and so blissful/ Erisian hymns
Countenance is removed/ our time is now/ words spoken with no lips/ renewed consciousness
Show us a sober pony and we'll show you a jockey who has outgrown his saddle
A spastic mass of static/ dripping with life/ this saturation is detrimental
Our eyes are all pupil (impure seeds)/ no longer the students (in fertile soil)
Skies hold nothing for you (it's all ours)/ there is no bargaining/ these fish ride no bikes
The earth cannot swallow all things/ it was never meant to/ but here we are
And we're growing/ steadily and efficiently
Our eyes are all pupil (impure seeds)/ no longer the students (in fertile soil)
Skies hold nothing for you (it's all ours)/ there is no bargaining/ these fish ride no bikes
The earth cannot swallow all things/ it was never meant to/ but here we are/ and we're growing
Swelling/ we are all that is not
This disgusting slumber regenerates/ our batteries are charged/ we are prepared
The removal of self/ desires no more/ we are all that you fear/ it turns out that we are you