Subsistence

by Disconnect

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All tracks recorded and mixed June 2014 - September 2014

All tracks by Disconnect
Mixed and produced by Miles
Cover art by Miles

A special thanks to David Bradley and Jamie Scott, who played an integral part of re-forming the foundations of this project.

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released November 7, 2014

Miles - Guitars, Bass, Synth Arrangements, Drum Programming, Vocals

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Disconnect Belfast, UK

Industrial-based extreme metal. A cathartic melting pot of influences.

Members:

Adam Miles - Guitar, Synths, Vocals, Drum Programming

Paul McRoberts - Bass

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Track Name: Clay Skin
I’ll never break through
You’ll always push me down
Show me your truth
Show me your you

Seeds you've planted seem ripe for the taking
Poisoned inside, you leave me hollow in clay-like skin

Just to see you, leaves me in contempt
My hatred expands to shape my clay-like skin

Take pride in your burning
It’s all that you will know
All the dreams you’ve created
Will only crush and destroy

There is no hope
Only death
Re-emerge and synthesise
There's nothing left
Track Name: Patched Resolve
Live to regress
Worship your buyer
Fulfil your role
Tuned to the wire
Try to draw blood
You don’t exist
Replicate ghosts
A future in mist

Maintain the silence
Cut through the grime
Take your reward
Reclaim what’s mine

Default and decline
Wait for the sign
The children are dying
The children are dead

The normal has changed
We’ll die just the same
Track Name: Mouthpiece
See the light
Never be
Crush me
For I have seen
Spread your wings
Through my spine
No escape
Only truth

Bring the fire
Show me why
Everyone
Has to die
Status quo
Can’t resist
Make a sound
I’ll always hear

Now we live
Surrogates
Greeting times
Always too late
Track Name: Love/Slave
Mind drawn, head down
Blind faith, who now?
Nothing left but agony
Continue philanthropy

Love
Slave

Life hate, march on
Future, now gone
Your worth decreed
All life secedes

Resolve, seek blame
End point, it’s all the same
Mind fucked, all a game
End point, face pain

Blank face
Reach fate
Know why
We’ve died
Track Name: Completion
Left alone, I lie another disillusioned man, rationalised away as someone who’s never made it to the light.
Somewhere down the line, questions rendered me exposed. Now I stare at a greying screen, wondering what it’s all worth..

Time has never helped me understand your ways, and why the cracks continue to appear.
Now I’m left looking at you; a blank shell full of energy. I’ll try to fabricate a smile and pretend there’s meaning, just like you do when thinking seems too hard.

Tuned into the screen again and everything appears: Blank excursions to new dead worlds.
I’m long dead now; I’ve lost the point to live.
My blood pumps just to stop the boredom confronting me.

Up, down, left, right. Up, down, left, right.

Somewhere, the pain’s more real.
Somewhere, is where I can’t feel.
Spinning, in reverse from this.
Fading, into a newer black.

Somehow I can’t quit, I’m somewhere in between.
Left annulled in subsistence.
Track Name: Extinguished
I venture through
Gardens beyond
Vast recollections
Of past energies
Rivers of joy
Decay into shroud
We purge our own escapes
To fall in line again