Kiln Hardened Psalms

by Greber

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2nd Full length album released on random colours by No Why Records.

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released November 5, 2014

Drums recorded at James Lee Carrigan Rules Hard Studios by Marc
All the rest recorded and mixed by Marc at Most Expensive Studios
Mastered by Brad Boatright @ Audiosiege

CD artwork by Brenden Schieman

LP photography by Michael Watson forevergoldphoto.wordpress.com

Unfortunately, we don't have enough space to list everyone we owe huge thanks to, so we'll just say that if you're reading this right now: thanks a ton!

Special thanks to Mark McGee for helping to release this shit.

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Greber Cambridge, Ontario

Kyfe grind/doom.

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Track Name: Fredericton
Anatomically correct.
Apex Predators sucking your youth.
Paper thin life.
Monotones through the IV lines, dead weight suffocation.
Losing the colour of your lips, losing the colour of your eyes.
to the bottom of the earth
Five minutes left
four second chances
three headed beasts
two million dying
one fucking joke
no second chances
Track Name: Harry Manx
We are the over privileged
We are the swine
Drowning in our own fat
never benign
all consuming
all diseased
Kicking food to the gutter
give us newer shit
sad sacks of warm flesh
i need it,
get me into the fire
make me harder
kill off the growth
dead pigs
Track Name: Die Pietro
No tears were shed
No time was lost

We had given all that we had
Desperation's horse
Rode high in its glory and spilled over what stood

Destroying the vision it was made to replace
The granting of wishes
What a fucking disgrace

So toss your pennies into the well and bow your heads

Shouting over the pleas for relief
A star is born
with and Eager malfunction
Skin scrapped off by pavement

This is all, all that I can command in a fraction
I left my family, submersed in the filth

Revel in obliteration.
Track Name: Fierce Beerce
crumbs and scabs line my bed
feeling parasitic blood and sweat soaks the floor
how many more?
how many more?
mouth full of dirt
layers of shit
break out of bed
do it again just to feel
Track Name: The Spice
Sitting idle momentum's lost and the cost was using everything I had
stopping time just to give you a hand
ostracized my plan
optimize my fam
but I heard your voice through the background noise
everything's destroyed
the distances persistent
I missed on this instance
but you left me with no choice

stepping out of a paper palace pacing
while the queen sits in her throne all alone
almost home
fearing the rain that's coming to test the waters
now the king watches his own being thrown
almost home

breathing in the black tar sands
suffocating under suffering
trying to be the fucking man in thousand year old slings
cower under cement ceilings
weak walls underneath
losing blood at the finger tips
losing grip on loving wreaths
watch a man turn into a shadow
hear his footsteps fade away
all I'm left with are pallid memories
that go black as I go grey
Track Name: JS
another day to fade away
his face has been pulled away
to spread away the feeling
managing the reeling
mountains move at his feet.
his mother is dying
not his womb
hermano a muerto
Track Name: Biesty's Cross-Section
The smell of the payphone,
the spent smoke, filters the flies.
Where others, have suffered.
To have no God reply.

You've created a kingdom,
Spears of doubt and hate.
You look to your brother,
petty glance of disdain.

Call quick for your masters,
to run and save you from self.
Face down in the gutter,
bile has replaced your last breath.

Raise as you are able,
the mascots of wealth.
Chalked full of obligations,
smashed innocence into formations.

Clay buildings gave shelter,
where elements did no harm.
A couple years later,
Evolved to forget the storms.

I stumble when speaking,
Choked dead in the air.
With castles I'm building,
My permanent temporaire.

Sadness leaks from ours eyes,
We stand in line,
And no one speaks.

Time lent me a fraction,
I used what I could.
Never once thought it,
Would end all too soon.