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AMISIMUS

by nullum

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Darknight This is a real sludge metal banger! Metallic off kilter riffs,machine gun fire drums and scorched death metal vocals make Nullum a band to be reckoned with. Favorite track: MIND DRIFT.
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IN 01:01
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Ripped apart, beckoned by the butchering blender. Plummeting into nihilist notions of negation. Empty shell, withering cells, slithering inside of my bowels. Rotting from the inside out. Like deflating worms, I suction to the scorching of the pavement. Served upon a platter, shattered hearts breathless from the start. Growing to nothing. Grown to nothing, ingesting all that's naught. Fuck it all, fuck you all forever, seek for sympathy in a paragraph. "It's going to be the darkest winter yet." I now understand what you meant. Buried beneath the apex, ascending absolute zero. Burrowing straight down. Sinking to rise above, rise above the crown.
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MIND DRIFT 02:41
The cosmos were calling, consecrating the conscious captive. Cursed from the cradle to the fucking grave. Entranced and elusive, entrapped in embryonic aseity. Cursed from the cradle to the fucking grave. Hallucinations in a haze hatching from cosmic stardust. Your spirit secretes, strangling my limbs in sludge stocked seizure. Lingering lucidity leaks from your light of luminescence. Shatter me into shards and slice me across the cutting board. Sever me into sections and glaze me with your euphoric essence. Dice the flailing flesh and force feed me forever. Combust within my confines and consume my creature. Coerce, castrate and continue. Sliced from within. You're eternally inside, warping my inner being.
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Rising to shine provoked by prying panic. Suffocated by the lack of will filling the flesh, evoking paralysis. Waking to the downpour, raining disturbing drops of depletion. Yielded only by the calm before the storm in states of placid lucidity. I've longed for life left dormant, lurking in worlds latent, suspended in realms abeyant, retreating from all that's blatant. Congregations to honor this hallucination, confiding in shrines of manifestations. Just a victim of serenity. Devoted to all that can never be.
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Lucid lust longing for revisitation. Longing for the fallen triad. Everything changed like leaves morphing with the seasons. Blooming brussels flourish only to meet decay. Memories immerse my inner sanctum while seeking for salvation. Lying helpless I retreat searching for reasons that prolong my being in this realm. Three perish, leaving me here to wither in contemplation. Hanging by a thread, riding waves of life and death. Liberation in transmutation. Prey to the lurking eyes of dissolution. Victims of cessation, birthed and bred for destruction. Am I benign or disenchanted by natural selection? I would wither to witness triumph of the triad.
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Awakened from slumber, tormented by all that's lost in the quest of life. Drowsy from depletion, depraved by destruction. Absent in time, drought of flux, liberated unto void. Relinquished, renounced, cast off. I'm the deity of my realm. Drowning in density leeches suction to praise this unbecoming. Sentenced to the succubus as they slurp select secretions. Seeking shelter in the rise, seducing the fall. Swimming through celestial currents, we become one with the tide. Time subsides, all that dies, coincides outside the lines. Redistribution, a transferring between dimensions. Dissect the vermin and mend your sacred vessel. Trudging through labyrinths of chaos, penetrating the abyss. We will become one, reuniting in remnants astray. We are all the deities of our realms.
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Abhorred by slowly roasting on coals collapsing. Searing my flesh shriveling this scorched ass skull. Sucking the life from my survival. Lobotomized by lack of a longing. Lacerated by loss of illumination. Restricted rations in my own heart of palpitating personas. It’s not what it’s meant to be when I be rid of this burden. Slurping the life from ceremonial survival. Sucking the life from ceremonies of survival. I hack and hew at the half assed honing that spews from you. Lurking at the bottom, drowning in deceit, seeking your sanction in the cue. Secreting leeches in this thesis, suctioned to niches, appeasing itches. Serenades by the sycophant. Stealing seeds and sowing the plant. Concealing all that you can’t. Stifling while you pant. I hack and hew at the half assed honing that you spew. Drowning in deceit, seeking salvation in the cue. Abhorred by slowly roasting on coals collapsing. Searing my flesh shriveling this scorched ass skull. Secreting leeches in this thesis, suctioned to niches, appeasing itches.
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Revisiting the rancid ruts, tangling intestines in my guts. The abyss engoring all of this bleak existence. Revisiting the rancid ruts, tangling intestines in my guts. Swallowing everyone, make it take it. Diseased neurons. Collapsed lungs. Drained hearts. Death is inviting. Unwelcomed virus. Failed existence. Rot away and sink into the void. Dig your eternal grave and fill in the earth. I live in constant fear of what I will become. Perplexed I spiral into fits forged in frustration. Searching for conclusions to this grand equation. Depressing into cushions of carnal creation. Dangling helpless above the mouths of babes. Chewed up and spit out. Vomited back into feverish flux. Mutated spirits floating about. No end in sight, traveling a boundless route. Purveyed in oneself to hold this guiding source. Bowing to the persona of this force.
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Frozen in motion, at a loss with the notion. Absence of the quotient divides into a mono breach. Pummeled to dust, release monotone rust. Nothing’s a crutch when you’re face down choking on the ruts. Sanctioned to the sludge, succumbing to be numb. Submit to the slashing enchantment of aversion. Pummeled to dust, releasing monotone rust. Wallowing in a world wreaking blatant disgust. I’m asphyxiated on lack of ambition. I’m on inhalators of invoked inhibition. Lethargic in my disregard, unresponsive to my horde. Sanctioned to the sludge, succumbing to be numb. Submit to the slashing enchantment in aversion. I’m asphyxiated on lack of ambition. I’m on inhalators of invoked inhibition. Lethargic in my disregard, unresponsive to my horde. Slipping further now down the hole. I’m losing grasp on the grapes of wrath. Traversing further off the beaten path. Total extinction from the map. Nothing’s a crutch when you’re face down choking on the ruts.
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Choking on chains that estrange, clenching coils inside of my brain. Extract the confining daggers dissecting my chopped up cerebral confusion. Submerged in embers, singing all sensation. Scalded states setting blaze to all my sordid scripture. Wretched theory beckoning my will to the ball and chain as I shrivel unto naught. Ponder annihilation of existence. Extinct motive to rise with the dawn of alpha. Spawned from the dusk disguising omega. I've reached square one longing for departure. No beginning, no end, inaugurations in termination. Engorge the apple and plant the remnants of the seed. Nurture for harvest, see how much is left to bleed. Infestation of worms carry on the feast, buried in the bowels of the vilest beast.
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BLANK SLATE 04:01
Blank slate, staring at the wall. Attained from within the fall. Slowly flowing, drought manifests, leaving me deserted. Drained are thoughts left unsaid. Crippled, left laid in their bed. Stagnancy lingers in my head. Release me from this clutch burrowed from within my guts. Corroding rains, rusting chains, imploding pains leaving me slain. Nothing to gain from the unsane. Slip below the surface. Suffocate from repulsion. I've sank below but I know I can float. Dismembered daily, my head hovers off my shoulders swaying my limbs like a malnourished maple. I'm engrossed in these glossy facades. On the outside looking in I clench the edge while the precipice cracks with my next grasp. I know you're around me but i don't want to care. I don’t fucking care. Don't call on me because I'm not home. I'm walking a slippery slope on a tight rope. I've been lost in the craters of a man made moon and bleak sense of why lyrics are art.
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OUT 12:40

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released January 8, 2020

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Artwork by Joemack (Complete Failure, Dead Animal).

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