Corrosive Tropes

by Rotten Tropics

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Corrosive Tropes EP

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released 01 September 2010

all tracks written and recorded by: Jakub Tywoniuk
album artwork and design by: Jakub Tywoniuk

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Track Name: Cathedrals & Flowers
cathedrals and flowers stare at them for hours orchids flood the halls in perfect symmetry holy asteroid its being aimed at me the future will be sterilized the future will be paralyzed movement in space is hypnotic
Track Name: Depressor
my father was a gun, my mother was a guillotine coy sly stupid shy impress undress forget this mess flip flop a hip slop but i love the way you talk and smile you worry about death in a new way sickness will kill the old you and me you look and ask me what is our trajectory you were a sensitive child unhealthy lonely adult body death alone the second dose sadness my father was a gun, my mother was a guillotine
Track Name: Absurd Walls
a profound sense of existential dread cancer dreams family in my head the bad taste of star garbage puking supernova of christ and cross so tax heaven and tax the dead god is baffled its best left unsaid soul mutilation i am sorry we can't let you into heaven wearing that shit oh these absurd walls collapsing and rebuilding themselves on top of you so tax heaven and tax the dead god is baffled its best left unsaid
Track Name: Exotic Metals
the reprobate accumulates the love the hate degenerate rarest spun heaven metal a hole creates negates deep space your face your face is distorting optimism unrealistic cynical yet altruistic vague poetics quite pathetic reminded of some sense of beauty bobbing up and down in a gray sea i see a bit of you i see a bit of me in the bodies to this day you can still taste metal to this day you can still spit metal.
Track Name: Post Crucifixion
what if we had no faces no names just our bodies and our bad days what if we had no future no friends to hold on to i'd let you
you lean into me as the flames claim the boats and the bodies. dead ancestors beckon. this will be the perfect apocalypse. post crucifixion post crucifixion post crucifixion post crucifixion