Bedlam Preproduction 2015

by Bedlam of Cacophony



These are preproduction tracks for our next full-length "Abstract Gods".

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released June 3, 2015

Recorded with Erol Ulug at Bright Lights studio in late 2014/early 2015.

Bedlam of Cacophony is:

Lee Artavia - vocals
Nathan Cotton - percussion
Anthony Agosta - bass
Rajan Davis - guitar



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Track Name: The Almighty Why
Dawn awaited for his arrival, not a crisp of light.
Withering to forsake the womb, generated into scum.
The man is non-existent.
The creature of a seed, the creator of the soul.
Years of inconclusive enchantment.
Chastised for senility.
Too callow to moderate, fabricated cells.
The brilliance of impossibilities.
A prime mind.
Death to its predecessors, the originators, those martyrs.
Annihilation ghosts.
Constantly plotting survival.
Humanoid without vitality.
Agony through solar days, with the why's, the almighty why.
The wrath of nights with the why's.
The almighty why.
Savage sensibility, Passion for repercussion.
Questioning solutions.
The specie is a human. The human is a man. The man is mortal.
A life span of why's, the almighty why.
Track Name: In Frantic Search of an Answer
I fathom arising, as suicide is my morning self expression.
I fight for constant sunlight.
Eyes beat into a lost transition.
I fear the sleep, disgorging dreams of idealism.
I fear the awakening.
Steel casket pillows hide the tormented nights.
My breathe is losing rhythm chasing memories, when will the end of all arrive.
Sedation is not meditation.
Programmed medication.
Artificial Blood.
I need to live forever.
Obsession with my own reflection.
Fascination of a pure skeletal physique.
My exotic fixation with the temples of lust.
Warp me into romanticizing the frail bodies.
I’m frantically searching for an answer.
Construct to collapse, collapse to construct.
I won’t stop kissing clocks until I find my answers.
One thing is for certain, time waits for no man.
Kill me in my sleep so this dream will last forever.
Kill me in my dream so this sleep will last forever.
Track Name: The Gnashing of Teeth
Behold the image of your termination.
A life squandered.
Years wasted, frivolous.
Barely a grain of sand, in the desert of time.
Only words.
We will be forgotten.
We will be left behind.
There is no history.
There is no real future.
We are the end of time.
We are the death of gods.
There is no real purpose.
There is no real meaning.

Universe incarnate, code of generations.
Rewritten to follow unknown paths of the mind.
Resist the herd.

Love the process.
Suffer in strength.
Endure the pain.
Do not submit.
Fear is your death.

Become who you are.