By Design

by Scumpulse

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1.
La Mer 05:28
There’s salt in the air and it’s windy There’s a man overboard starboard side The captain puts out a mayday I consume them within my tide My waves are so green they’re like envy My depths are as deep as your sight And if you stare into my darkness All your guilt will come to light The sea is empty, I’ve put it all inside of me And if you turn me inside out I’ll drown this world without a doubt The storm has died down and it’s calm now We lost many men to that wretch Its blackness has never been known Though many men have met its depths We were much further out than we bargained I fear we will never get home As the sea begins to swell up It wants to take us as its own And when I fill up your lungs Infect like pleurisy And when you’ve served your purpose I’ll just leave you in the water. Drowning unable, to keep myself stable This currents abhorrent, it pulls me under I wrap around you and full up inside you My liquid addicted I can't let you go Many we're taken and all we're forsaken Lost to a cold that is unforgiving Drowning unable to keep myself stable, I take a last breath as she pulls me under
2.
Filled with drugs and hate, I fucking hate this grim estate, Social deprivation and financial desperation, Rain stained grey walls and a penchant for a drunken fight, Nightmares round here are not saved only for the night I. Live. Here, I am becoming, why am I not running? Far. From. Here, This needs addressing, this scheme is depressing They. Smell. Fear, They say there's progression, it's all window dressing I. Live. Here Filled with piss and scum and scum is what I have become, Urban architecture and an anti-social nature, Pavements caved in and a park that's filled with broken glass, And peoples hopes and dreams reduced to fucking ash This place is, a landfill, It drags you to a standstill, Some cunt should, just burn it, I'm fucking sure it's earned it, This place is, a landfill, It drags you to a standstill, Some cunt should, just burn it, I'm sure it won't be missed
3.
Griefer 04:37
Why can't you see? That I'm happy as a cancer on society, You won't rid me, I will eat you with my blackness. Candlelit monotony Bathing everything I see You taste so bitter Disease, Itching on my skin, Burning from within, Sir please, Forward my wage of sin, And let me crawl back in, Appease, I've scratched off all my skin, And carved in place a grin, Disease, Still itching with no skin, Please let me crawl back in You can't kill me. I consume all your chemotherapy This hate's a sea I fill my lungs up with its blackness Candlelit monotony Bathing everything I see You taste better Disease, Itching on my skin, Burning from within, Sir please, Forward my wage of sin, And let me crawl back in, Appease, I've scratched off all my skin, And carved in place a grin, Disease, Still itching with no skin, Please let me crawl back in Inhale, my lungs contracted, Each breath I take feels exacted
4.
By Design 05:16
Clay sets to rock Rock doesn't move, (It's nothing to prove) I can't rewind clocks, And rust starts to suit me Hardline Design We are the bones of tomorrow, decaying and hollow, We all end up where we belong. We are the roots that will follow, provide for tomorrow. Rewind, mistimed, Why grind your hours for someone else? Your times worth more than all their wealth Hardline. By design They set their clock When will they learn? (it never returns) I cant find my flock. There is safety in numbers So far from God, but you wandered there willing The fare's in my eyes, closed with two shillings
5.
Mea Culpa 05:45
We have a strength of numbers We have a say We have the ways and means to not become their prey We have an obligation And above all If we don't push against it Nothing ever falls A wealth of stitches Means far less riches Embrace the ending Renounce the mending A secret code of conduct Dictates our day Make them work much longer For much less pay Instead of realising We're led astray We all just take the soma Let it fucking drift away A wealth of stitches Means far less riches Embrace the ending Renounce the mending Misinformation feeds you Fat proletariat And if I tore your guts out The lies would spill like blood

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released May 31, 2014

Ross Necro - Guitar / Vocals
Magneto Tait - Lead Guitar
Matt Dean - Bass / Backing Vocals
Andrew Tactus - Drums


Music by Ross
Words by Matt
Recorded, mixed & mastered by Andrew

Recorded DiY at The Black Cave, Edinburgh (2014)
Thanks to Andy Willis for the photos and Andy Mackay from S9Fifty.

Reviewed at
Bone Yard: www.bone-yard.co.uk/scottish-music/scumpulse-by-design-ep-review/
Blog of Putrefication: blogofputrefaction.com/2014/07/01/record-review-scumpulse-by-design/
Onemetal: www.onemetal.com/2014/06/19/scumpulse-by-design/

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