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Tied Up with Strings

by Promethean Misery

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1.
Distance Cradle Floating with the moon One eye blinking; spasmic images of all of you Less abused Helps me sleep at night Wake up Feared dreams remain, vivid and pulsing, surging with sickness Deflated, I return, to taste the earth again With frostbite thawed and forgotten, I enter the blizzard Retracing the steps once left behind Find me, hold me, kiss my head Hear me I’m mute to you, Though my wounds’ revealed, and I’m bleeding out Your empathy’s failed; you sit there picking at scabs, ever beckoning me to bandage them With sores still weeping I’ll limp home, alone, again Licking at my wounds with a bleeding tongue A regretful relapse A failed faith A forgotten lesson, relearned Slide back under the covers Distance Cradle
2.
Blue jeans and a box over your head Honouring the franchise Common man, common King, common swine I’m not fooled by your collar Beneath your skin is filth, it’s exhaust is your mouth; Your words are a foul odour dressed in scum I long to jam them back in High on your pulpit, the stage for your gaffe Your insults burn at the back of your throat, ready and waiting to be exhaled Superior being, shame those who don’t conform Bent over, taking the hits, bruising deeper with every blow Trying to forge our way, to please you You’ve already decided, declared us unworthy, Typecast us all, citing your fascist doctrine Unable to peel back the skin, or to see beyond a decorated façade To you, I am just a malignant vagabond, and “they” don’t belong I’ll not be reduced to your lame qualities I’ll not dissolve amongst a docile swarm If difference is the devil, then here awaits your hell.
3.
Withered souls Emotions gutted Their past evaporated Eternities of history incinerated in seconds Anguish devoured hope Charcoaled stains Unable to awaken from this catastrophic nightmare One man’s foolishness, and the earth dies Melted into misery One giant crematorium Flames puncture the walls and gnaw at the living All was devoured in the monsters’ roar Night turned to day from the glare of this inferno Hell became earth bound Sight blinded by ash blackened skies Smoke smothering the earth Ghosts roam the streets of scorched rubble Cremated are the bones of yesterday’s living Nothing left to rot Arsonists became murderers who became victims to their own diabolical crime In stealing God's hand and demolishing creation
4.
I’m tired, help me see Lift my head, support me Help me find a life that’s lost That’s caught in a dream Free me I’m tired Wake me up Pry my eyes open Pinch me so hard I bleed Hear me, release me Give this breath worth Find me You’ve dragged me along, and left my wounds open Left them to weep, and I weep in front of you Those hands won’t stitch me, those words are empty You fill your pockets with faces But ours get left behind I’m tired Here I lie, still dormant, still waiting You’ve deceived me You’ve used me and left me empty Screaming, I suffer in silence
5.
Wading through the days and sleepless nights An eternal quest We are mere minions striving for a better label Always working toward something, disregarding what’s already there; Tomorrow I’ll see you, tomorrow I’ll be there Yesterday’s dream banal, the world wants more Sucked into this madness Shackled to this ritual Maintain the façade Tomorrow we die Persistence grows weary; one day is nudged into never Failed existence rots away, silent in the abys Sink deeper, more forgotten, dissolved into nothingness
6.
Lone leaf Spawn of one One of many Inflorescence, reinstating existence Strengthening the bloodline Leaves unfurled A portrayal of life, of love This façade, worn like a mask Protecting, hiding, deflecting The internal struggle Sharing the shelter Sharing the sun A forced coexistence Spawn of one The anthesis end Float away on the wind Discoloured, brittle, Lost of kin Like a leaf, I leave Like leaves, we’ve left Raked together as crumbs Reunited, together we’ll decay And merge with the earth As one
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The Feed 07:51
Able to count each waking breath Born into the slaughter Grave-less place of death The hunt has mutated; Breathing bodies line the floors Pre-packaged corpses shroud by steel Skin slick in waste, that burns at the throat by the breath Little black flies swarm Mothers, turned into whores, turned into mothers, then turned again And you cradle your child with blood-soaked hands Born into the hands of masters, of Gods Lives dictated, plagued by their strings Their existence distorted Mutilated sentient beings Enduring pitiful plight The foreboding fate awaits The last twitch, Rendered silent Like a leaking goon bag hung from a line Drips staining the floor beneath It’s flesh to fill the bellies of a benighted herd Pre-packaged corpses line the shelves Emulating the lives they’ve lost

about

Promethean Misery is an ongoing tale of woe. In this chapter, the soundscape shifts from the piano dominant releases of previous albums to distorted violin driven Doom tones- as was showcased in the "Bloodlet" single released in 2017. This album is called "Tied up with strings" to mark this shift, and to illustrate how our lives are tied up with daily rituals, and the deaths of others. Indulge in the sadness of the violin.

"...Should you want doom metal that elicits a deadly depressive atmosphere while at the same time display top-tier levels of quality as Promethean Misery throws down one excellent track after another, then this record is catered just for you and me. “Tied Up With Strings” impresses at every turn with a truly unique approach and heaviness abound that, literally, no other band can lay a finger on, and then top all that off with the beautiful vocals and glorious instrumentation to elevate this record to something else entirely..." For the full review, go to: headbangerreviews.wordpress.com/2018/07/19/promethean-misery-tied-up-with-strings/

"...This is beautiful, extremely atmospheric melodic doom metal. Delightfully melancholy, a little subdued, but so compelling... The simple but effective sensitive singing voice of Samantha lies like a warm blanket over the intense sounding doom..." For the full review, go to: www.wingsofdeath.net/Promethean-Misery-In-Winter-We-Are-Lost

"...So, we get 62 minutes of neoclassical doom metal, with an old-school heart and plenty of kick where it counts. Laced with despair and loss, this is rich, luscious music that tugs at the soul as it unfolds with melancholic grandeur and a keen sense of sadness and loss..." For the full review, go to: wonderboxmetal.com/2018/09/29/promethean-misery-tied-up-with-strings-review/

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released September 21, 2018

Samantha Kempster: All music, instruments, lyrics, recording, mixing.

Mastered by Kurt Neist at metalworx
Album art by Tristan Tait Illustrations
Layout by Peter Vitez and Samantha Kempster

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Promethean Misery Blue Mountains, Australia

'Promethean Misery' is melancholic dark music infused with elements of Doom Metal. It is the solo project of multi-instrumentalist Samantha Kempster.

Previous bands include "Myraeth" and "Lycanthia".

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