Contingence

Contingence

By Jesse TalbotMusic
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Contingence episodes

  • FeedRat
    [LYRICS]
    Feeding the creature that speaks in my voice;
    reaching for toxins, quickening death.
    Believing I still have the choice
    like a feed rat in water, writhing toward breath.
    Yellow teeth; blackened lungs;
    crooked bones; receding gums.
    No moderation; no self-control;
    overindulgence is all that I know.
    I've held onto this crutch for too long;
    I am no longer strong; but I must press on.
    How can we stand to endure such a cost?
    Sickness and ritual -- novelties lost.
    Overthink; complicate; recommit; hesitate;
    contradict; medicate; same old shit; different day.
    Same old shit, different day.
    Same old shit, different day.
    Overthink; complicate; recommit; hesitate;
    contradict; medicate; same old shit; different day.
    Quickening death.
    3 min
  • Tethered
    [LYRICS]
    Unblinking, bloodshot eyes
    locked on the LCD.
    Like insects drawn to light,
    we gravitate towards the screen.
    Welcome to the age of distraction,
    of towering expectations.
    The cycle of dissatisfaction
    devouring all of our patience.
    This hope breeds obsession;
    we can't disengage.
    With change comes regression,
    the products of haste.
    Are we learning our lesson?
    We've all gone to waste.
    Where the fuck's our discretion?
    A planet defaced.
    We've all gone to waste.
    What will be left in our wake?
    The threshold's behind us;
    data defines us.
    We are a network,
    a virtual society.
    We are all tethered,
    dependent on our machines.
    Alone we're born and alone we die.
    Is this all that's in between?
    Entertaining ourselves just to pass the time
    with pixels and nicotine.
    3 min
  • Hosts
    [LYRICS]
    Eating at our flesh; growing in our chests.
    We are merely hosts for what we ingest.
    We manufactured this menace:
    A medical treatment resistant pandemic.
    At the mercy of evolution.
    Repercussions of blanket solutions.
    //
    This is not our world; we are self-righteous.
    We are merely hosts for what feeds upon us.
    //
    Suppurative infection; overpowering our protection.
    No human intervention against this festering insurrection.
    //
    Wastewaster rich with excreted prescriptions.
    Antibiotics increasing resistance.
    //
    This is not our world; we aren't pious.
    We are merely hosts for what feed upon us.
    We manufactured this vile disaster.
    We spread cross infection with modern invention.
    //
    This is not our world.
    2 min
  • Diseased
    I've seen this all played out before.
    I know exactly what's in store
    for the sick who stay complacent.
    Nothing changes; nothing changes.
    We drink the poison from the well.
    Delusion takes us back to hell.
    Devastation; bridges burn.
    Alienation; no return.
    We are diseased.
    This is who we were built to be.
    We are diseased.
    Self-obsession, resentment, and entropy.
    We are diseased.
    3 min

About Contingence

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A brutal and melodic blend of post-hardcore, death metal, and punk rock. Everything here is written, recorded, and mixed by Contingence.