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Demo MMXVI (fancy Roman for 2016) charts the progress of one man's attempt at finding an outlet to express himself so that he didn't sit on his ass like a depressed slob, slowly getting fat and morose and ignoring the things he loved and that loved him back. Lyrically the songs deal with feeling isolated and afraid to reach out for help, the frustration and depression that comes with trying to change, having enough of that depression and drawing a line...

...Oh, and there's one song about how terrible curdled milk smells. Catchy chorus, you can sing along if you like.

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released March 6, 2016

Chris Voss - all guitars, bass, vocals, simple drum programming
Betamonkey Drum Loops - anything more complicated

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Necrolytic Goat Converter New York

Started as a joke band name crowd-sourced on Facebook, then turned into something else: therapy through music.

Thanks for checking out one man working through his personal demons, badly, through the music that he loves.
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Track Name: Second Skin
Discard our flesh
Remove this tattered skin
Not just content to be
An ornament of sin

I choose the portal
Send my will beyond
I’ll meet the Maker, drive this
Pain back to the ground

Taking hold of my Second Skin
Release the Death I have held within
Taking hold of this Second Skin
Cannot let this crippling sorrow win

There is no answer
In the blood and sweat of death
All the lies that are my life
Are trapped in my last breath

Look to the winding path
And leave this flesh behind
Let them drown in their deceit
Without poisoning your mind.

Taking hold of my Second Skin
Release the Death I have held within
Taking hold of this Second Skin
Cannot let this crippling sorrow win

(Solo)

Taking hold of my Second Skin
Release the Death I have held within
Taking hold of this Second Skin
Cannot let this crippling sorrow win
Track Name: Withdrawn
I see the sky closing
The universe denies
The choices I must make to
Carry on this way

No light breaks through this shroud
We're left with cold and death
And with each star extinguished
I'm left with fewer breaths

(chorus)
The color's drained and the world is black
Now we're all blind to the one way back

We reach with blistered hands
For whatever's in reach
This rain is the flaking skin of
Your lying gods

Now bow in supplication
Now pray for your escape
As each branching path of your life is
Withdrawn

(repeat chorus, dress in black, read poetry, sulk)
Track Name: Throne of Cold
There’s no safe place for us to hide
He casts his judgement from a throne of cold
Your past returns to tear your flesh
Until your soul’s exposed for all to see

Save your breath for last
Requests that will never be granted
Bound your hands and feet
And approach the forgotten gate

There’s no time for prayers
Recitation of your scripture
Left with nothing now
You will serve this House of Chains

A frozen kingdom void of light
No talisman will take you home
There’s no safe place for you to hide
He casts his judgement from a throne of cold
Track Name: Absolution
In sunless skies I watch my universe collapse
Beneath the branches of my grave
He gives no quarter for your tales of tragedy
Just one more coin for the ferry

We beg for one more chance to tread this fragile Earth
And feel the light upon our face
But all that’s left are the choices we have made
A blackened stain upon our bones

Upon your head there lies a broken crown
You are the King of all you are
There is no hope for absolution
Your soul is ground into the dust

In sunless skies I watch the universe collapse
Beneath the branches of my grave
Track Name: The Futility of Self Revision
Bury your truth in the scars
Of a thousand petty false alarms
I feel them burrowing under my skin
Ripping the flesh, exposing my sin

Their scripture written in the lies of pride
No remorse for those that died
Is this the punishment for those that dare
To grasp at the shadows and come up for air?

Break my back and keep me low
You will reap what you sow

You keep me shackled and blind
Your tyranny clothed in a pantomime
It saps my strength, leaves no will to resist
Keeps me beating on walls till I bloody my fists

Their scripture written in the blood of the fools
Content to be sheep, thy master’s willing tools
Is this the punishment for those that try
To build our own wings and reach for the sky?

Tear my eyes out leave me blind
You can’t see inside my mind

I am left with nothing here
Reason has left me, I’m living on fear
Of being left alone with my thoughts
Crying for answers I haven’t been taught.

Their scripture written in the tears of the damned
Prey for the wolves, the begotten lambs
Is this the punishment for those that don’t know
That their dreams are the feast for the devils below?

Pay the Man his bloody toll
You will never have my soul
Track Name: Smell of Death (Curdled Milk)
Under fields / of Nephilem
The milk / it curdles….

Blind Earth / Goddess
Where is your / Dairy Queen?

(chorus)
No future here…
The Age of Reason passed…
Your marrow / dried and weak
Without your Vitamin D…

Be content / with substitutes
The Devil’s gift / cans of soy

No escape / from what we wrought
The smell of death / is curdled milk!

(repeat chorus)