We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Rough Around The Edges

by Myocastor Coypus

supported by
Jay Doherty
Jay Doherty thumbnail
Jay Doherty Powerviolence punkrock hasn't been done this well since the early 2000s Favorite track: Birth a Fetal Ballet.
/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.
    Purchasable with gift card

      name your price

     

1.
Mother’s sinews open, letting father in. Teeth clenched and grinding, pumped full of sin. Impregnation. Procreation. The damnation. From mutation. Teeth like daggers and razor sharp claws, oversized beast with crushing jaws. (x3) Kills his siblings, one by one, blood lust beginning, ends begun. The bile rising from inside, won’t be happy till the weak have died. BIRTH A FETAL BALLET. Breaking of the sinful water, leading the weak to the slaughter.
2.
YUM. YUM. YUM. Eat, consume, use all you got, waste, expel, disease and rot. Keep stuffing your face with greed and hate, pumping yourself too blind to create. YUM. EAT. Leave a path of nothing but soiled land. Use up the resources, everything you can. Yummy destruction I can taste, destroy the world, in post haste. This swamp is my world, is my den. YUM
3.
Find my brother. Find my sister. Lie to mother, feast. Kill my brother. Kill my sister. Hide from mother, beast. Fleshy little polyps, smelling shit and lactating nips. Filthy scents to fill the air, (SCENT SIGHT SADIST) mother’s slime still soaking my hair.
4.
This is satire, a story soaked in blood. This is fiction, a metaphor covered in mud. We are creators, of a violent space. We are writers, of the flaws of the human race. We try to be honest and good, a warning of the hell that could. Create the fear to warn you all!
5.
God Complex 01:39
As weary eyes tear, mothers dying gash gasps for air. Her legs lay widely spread, making acceptance that she is dead. He will find you to make things right. The fur strewn about after every fight. To find the truth of my existence. To destroy the fruits
of all resistance. What’s the cause of such a hubris. Shepard’s lies, with a god- like bliss.

about

This is satire, a story soaked in blood.

credits

released February 25, 2017

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Myocastor Coypus Boston, Massachusetts

As the marsh grows the beast will flourish, as the universe expands the stories will unfold, when the nightmare continues there is only one dream and it will be to awake.

contact / help

Contact Myocastor Coypus

Streaming and
Download help

Report this album or account

If you like Myocastor Coypus, you may also like: