A History Of Nothing

by DYING

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released 29 March 2012
New heavy, 90s inspired, vegan straight edge hardcore from Philadelphia, PA. Hand sewn inserts, numbered out of 40. Split release with Endless Disaster Records. Turn this up loud.

First press sold out! 2nd batch coming soon!

Recorded in February 2012 at Permanent Hearing Damage with Steve Roche.

Layout and design by Andrew McQuiston

www.dyingxvx.com

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Track Name: Pray
Desolate among the stumps Where a forest stood
Stripped and dark Cult-like and ritualistic Everything’s lost and bare Nothing sings anymore
Displaced, over-populated Culled, killed, and slaughtered Humans try to regulate Problems that they create
Predator against prey Unnatural selection Defenseless earth
I pray for our extinction.
Track Name: The Isolationist
Oscillate between loneliness And wanting to be alone Nails on a chalkboard Fingers on a doorbell
Entertaining strangers that You’ve known for 20 years
The audacity to come uninvited Leaves a bitter taste in my mouth
I’m not afraid of dying
With no one by my side
Our beds were made at birth And my casket’s finally closed
Return to the Earth,
The world will continue to spin.
Track Name: In Cages
Running in circles Dragging our feet Nails grown under skin Teeth filed down
to the root
It’s so nice to wake up
With your family safe and sound What they don’t know
Won’t keep them in a cage
The finer things in life Aren’t living anymore
Left for dead, collecting dust
Sentient beings, forever fucked.
Track Name: Waxwings
Vultures don’t discriminate Flesh is flesh
The drought began and everything’s died
What’s dead is dead.
Lifeless, we were just left here I know the taste of death You’ll be throwing flowers Until there’s nothing left
The natural smell of sweat You left with the rain Midday in the desert While we were rotting out
I got too close and my waxwings Started to melt
You’ll be throwing flowers
I won’t hurt anything but myself.