Demo (2012)

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released December 6, 2012

Sam Richards - Guitar, Vocals
Brian Fell - Drums, Percussion
George Delgadillo - Bass, Vocals

All music and lyrics written and performed by Rile. Additional vocals performed on "Burning Chalice" by Mark Wursten.
Engineered, mixed and mastered by Wesley Johnson at Archive Recordings.

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Track Name: Oh-Dae-Su
I am destitution at its best
Desiccated remains, with a desert in the heart
Oasis of life from which I’ll feed
Your depth and refuge this phantom seeks
My search for you is wearing, painful, and far too prolonged
Famine of life writing descriptive sentences…
Untouchable, you retract yourself from me again
Conquering the feelings that never surface to anyone
By writing this shit filled babble is very unlikely.
Track Name: Burning Chalice
Let your essence fill my lungs
Gilded beauty coats your surface
Heart incrested shines with life
Raise you aloft
With howling cheer
Choking back on these blissful tears
Elevate with your symmetry
Good fortune was mine on that day
Together we’ll retire our exhausted days
As lofty visions of happiness become more than just illusions.
Track Name: Megalodon
Fertile soil paved with tools of their destruction
Empires arose from dust, and metropolis stood erect
Structures ascend, they blocked the daylight
We dissipate on the incandescent
Crude steel compensates, for fragile and once loving flesh
Mechanical cast iron, adorns our colorless streets
Droids have become industrious to our idle species
But it was the fascist bastards, who instructed their oppression on the rest of us
Resting on thrones, carved of peasant’s bone
This city exhausts ghosts
Each day is a prison of shame, for what we have become
Like the grinding teeth of an oceanic titan
Extinction will be our next revolution
My organs rust with anticipation for what awaits us in the end