by Existential Animals

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released October 14, 2014

All songs written by Mark M-R

Recorded between July 30 and Aug 2, 2014 at Parade Outrageous Studios in Santa Cruz, CA.

Engineered, mixed, and mastered by Max Zigman
Produced by Max Zigman and Existential Animals

Vocals on "Stalked Vestige" courtesy of Will Smith of Artificial Brain, recorded August 29 by Keith Moore at Audio Playground

Cover art by Paolo Girardi
Logo & graphic design by Yuri Popowycz and Cameron Almasi
Digipak layout by Yuri Popowycz



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Track Name: Stalked Vestige (Vocal Version ft. Will Smith of Artificial Brain)
Overgrown, abandoned in thorny barbs
Engineered slaves pay tribute, unpredictable God
Their vertical silhouettes the only vestiges left
Their souls aborted mid-senescense

Reaching to the sky - frail, crooked lines
Broken in the wind like waving spines
Blighted with no end in sight, predicted from a prophecy
A curse upon the land created in a lab
Mutating, a side effect, interrupting indigenous vegetation and trees...
Excreting aura of disease
Absorbed in swamps sifted from seas

Stiff roots and writhing, sick grubs
That wrap around secret funerals
Deep below the well-worn treads of hazmat function farmers
Existence is only a season, disposed in dimensions
Time is the vine that consumes kingdoms

Billions of fertile orphans
Strewn across the fallow land while
legions of their rotten fathers peel and crack from tip to tail
Husks. Flaking debris.

A landscape of jagged branches
Like cracks in a shattered sunset
Fragments of atmosphere
Falling away, ingested in stasis