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Code
03:32
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I need a new set of armor
Something to keep me from spilling
The dice I throw are numbered low
But the poison is practically free
We live for glass and noise and smoke
It corrodes my heart and bones
Don't pull me from the wreckage where I feel like I belong
Me and all my friends got demons keeping us up til the dawn
Flashing lights and numbness
Grow up, get down
Take your sedatives
Sleep on your feet
Such expensive mistakes
For all your contorted comfort you seem far from secure
The picture is dark and blurry, but I know you know I know you're hurting
This is not the end, this is not the end, this is not the end, it's not and I know
I've been down this road, been down that hole
And I did not make it out alone
Lost my script, lost my voice
Lost the truth in the noise
We're all gonna die
Tired of this world
Nights, days, lost in shame
Nothing left to do but question my code
Is life in ones and zeros?
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Zigzag
04:38
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We are chemistry out of control
Inhale coffee, choke on smoke
Kaleidoscopic, living out of boxes
No stability
Looking for what's next
So afraid of death, we eat we shit we fuck we pay rent
I pop a pill, lace up my boots and walk
I can't die here, I've barely lived at all
We are chemistry in motion
Wake up early, stay out late
Vibes hypnotic, sipping gin and tonics
Fuck reality
Waiting for the buzz
So afraid of life, we just wanna get numb
I pay my tab I grab my purse and leave
Ain't it lonely, the zigzag path into the blackout dream
I awoke drenched in cold, expensive sweat
No, no, no, no, not me
What strange sterile specter now bears my name?
Everything is poison with a price and a payoff
Give me the cheap stuff, no time to do the work of quantifying or qualifying
Just package it up, make it easy
So sick, drink some water to replenish
My cold expensive sweat
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3. |
slowdeath.exe
03:42
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We live in the spaces between
Survival and secrecy
Urgent agents murdered with patience
Worthy, weary, worse for wear
We sit in the spaces we know
Nervous, observed, enclosed
Been better, was worthless, got given a purpose
A burden, a worry, a hat to wear
Lost my script
Lost my voice
Lost the truth
In the noise
We're just numbers
Variables
Derivative
Integral
I have seen the axe of the executioner
I have seen the scales of justice go digital
But I swipe the card and punch the clock
So I can swipe the card to pay off the sharks
Relentlessly
Protecting what's left for me to lose
Because lately I've been
Ready to vanish, walk away
Something's got to give
Something's got to change
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4. |
117
01:15
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(intermezzo)
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5. |
The Hunt
04:12
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We are savages and vagabonds
Just as we were in darker ages
When one god was not enough
To temper our instinctive wrath
Ring the bell and make me spit
Failure has always been the expectation
Make it rain and tell me when to shit
Paper has all of the power in these places
No one will save us
We chose to climb this mountain on our own
We are animals at slaughter
Just as we were in ancient times
When the world was godflesh
And we walked in fear when alone
Ring the bell and make me spit
Failure has always been the expectation
Count the coins like seconds left to live
Watching the rain from the windows of a basement
No one will save us
We chose to climb this mountain on our own
Fight, I will fight
Like fury manifest ferociously I feed by night
War, I'm at war
With the consequence of such expensive mistakes and so much more
Risk, life is risk
Just roll the bones and keep your blades as sharp as your wit
Fucked, we're all fucked
We're all gonna die either with or without love
I am energy, and entropy, and the night dying
I don't give a fuck.
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6. |
Memento Mori
03:09
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It's just a week til the solstice
And I'm not sure if you've noticed
But these short dark days
Don't leave us that much time to breathe
It may seem bleak and hopeless
To walk these paths that we've chosen
But in these short dark days it doesn't do
To look back at what you lose
Hold on, breathe deep
Walk tall with cracked ribs and scrapes on your knees
Live your truth while you can
It won't be long, for you or me
We're just bloody knots of broken biology
Give your heart a chance
Dancing with death ain't half as bad
When you know all the steps
If the moon and stars make you feel restless
If you feel doomed to a graceless exit
Look outside yourself and see
Not many other people feel that much different
Today you might be drunk, stoned, and lonesome
Tomorrow maybe dirty, destitute, and homeless
All you can do is dream
And keep waking up
Hold on, breathe deep
Walk tall with cracked ribs and scrapes on your knees
Live your truth while you can
Now is not the time to fuck around
We're just bloody knots of timebomb DNA and trauma
Give your soul a chance
Dancing with death ain't half as bad
When you know all the steps
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7. |
The Stone Unturned
03:22
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I've tried most everything
To change myself and become worthy
I throw the bones and grind my axe
And I've grown, I know, but something still has me
By the throat
Nothing goes according to plan
There are ghosts and smoke in the code
I smashed my chips to bits and hit the road
Now here I am, drunk on things I lost the taste for
Long ago
If I could learn anything
I would learn to read blood and breathing
And how to say exactly what I'm feeling
And how to care for rare and precious things found
Under the stone unturned
Gems, starlight, fury, and hope
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Apples
02:24
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Let go of dead weight, thy blades await appointed flesh
Abandon a priori apprehension and apophenia
Hahaha, apologies, all of these attachments are the things
That ail you
This is why you are
Unheard, unseen, outcast, unclean.
I swear I tried not to crack, but Samson had it good and I've got it bad
I still sleep on the width of a cot leaving room for ghosts of hope and morbid thoughts
Hahaha, shellshock and trauma, Eve had her apples, I've got a problem
If I fail you
I will know why I am
Unheard, unseen, outcast, unclean.
Maybe I should grow up and give up the hunt
But I can't. And I won't. I'm not about to give up on the things I dream of most
Call me sick. You'd be right. But I have seen the other side too many times
I know what I want
Armor up
I know what I want
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9. |
Inscription
04:13
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I already know which hand
The reaper plans to take in theirs
There's no mystery in death
Except the part where we live to forget
Growing up and getting down
Getting hurt and saving up
I dream of fire and the lips of a siren
And exile and blood and regret
Hold on, breathe deep
Walk tall, it's time to leave
You have seen the axe of the executioner
But you can tip the scales, be reborn
I will incinerate every memory of who I used to be
I am stronger than the whirlwind, sugar is no more sweet
I will live with my fists flying towards the face of fate
My feet will always carry me through life and through dream
Though I know not the way I'll learn with every breath I take
How to walk in hell with grace nourished by the flames
This is my code
This is my code
This is my code
This is my code
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Code (Instrumental)
03:32
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Zigzag (Instrumental)
04:38
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117 (Instrumental)
01:15
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The Hunt (Instrumental)
04:12
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Apples (Instrumental)
02:24
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