Growth EP

by Weeping Wound

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Weeping Wound premiere their debut EP 'Growth' exclusively through Chugcore!
NuMetalcore/Heavy Hardcore from Naples, Florida!
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Dylan Torre - Vocals
Loren Whitaker - Drums
Devin Schuler - Bass
Patrick Dowling - Guitar
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All songs written by Weeping Wound

Recorded/Edited/Beat by Austin Coupe @ Lights Out Recordings
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Mixed/Mastered by Sam Bottner

Additional Sounds/Instruments/Orchestral Mixes by Loren Whitaker

Visual art by Ana Massard Photography
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Guest Spots:
You Are Forgiven - Johnny Crowder of Prison
Tooth & Nail - Tony Cartagena of Serosa
Glutton - Anthony Angenica and Janpierre Mojica of Noose

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released July 18, 2017

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Track Name: You Are Forgiven (Featuring Johnny Crowder of Prison)
YOU FEEL CLOSEST TO GOD
YOU FEEL CLOSEST TO GOD WHEN I DO THE DEVIL'S WORK

I FEEL CLOSEST TO YOU
I FEEL CLOSE TO YOU
WHEN I'M SWALLOWING DIRT

Dismissed just like expected.
Never taken seriously, only blamed for expecting.

Push the world into a corner,
You bark orders,
take orders.
Never let me stand post collapse.
I suppose that's what my stress disordered,
Since I was told to stay away
from Benadryl.

You can drill it into my brain,

Shove it down my throat.
Tell me I'm a fuck up
I fucked up
TELL ME AGAIN

Without transportation we're made to eat dirt.
Drink until my throat burns.
Question what the fuck I spent all this much time working for -
and why the fuck nothing ever works.

I don't know about you but I forgive myself -
No more exploiting my flaws with your liquid wealth.
CAN YOU FORGIVE?
CAN YOU FORGIVE?
Do you feel you deserve forgiveness?

You wasted motherfucker

Walk it off.

I'm eating dirt not to measure worth but to show the lengths I'll go to change my world.
You feel closest to god?
Do you feel close to a god?
Track Name: Tooth & Nail
I WAS YOUNG,
NEVER FELT LIKE ENOUGH.
I TRIED TO COMPLY WITH ALL THAT THEY WANT
I ALWAYS LAUGHED TOO LOUD,
SPOKE TOO QUICK,
TOO OFTEN.
ALL OPINIONS I HAD WERE THEIRS TO BEGIN WITH.

Castrated by their image,
pulling at my tongue -
I grew afraid to speak.
Mocked for my contrast, spit on -
because I tried to understand
AND I COULD NEVER UNDERSTAND

Manic. Panic. Aggressive.
I can't help it.
FUCK THE WAY THEY MADE ME FEEL.

Facedown on the floor again,
too drunk to stand again.
Piss myself again.

Scream with every breath left,
I can't swallow the blood -
so let it pour from my legs instead.
Drain the pressure in my stomach,
take a couple pills,
do it all again
WILL I EVER UNDERSTAND?

I've been fighting to find my peace in all the rotten things,
cleanse my thoughts of the cage so that I can be free.

Fighting tooth & nail.
Chipped teeth,
NAILS IN A COFFIN

Bloody my fists on the lid
Held down by the crushing weight of regret,
embarrassment,
financial strain -
All the shame,
it's 'gotta mean something.
Once, we were harmless.
Swallowing dirt, this is me telling you I no longer give a fuck.

Dragged into my name's anxiety, mar all the attempts to organize my rib cage -
Now broken fragments embed into my lungs.
To rearrange would halt my breath.
I'M SICK? I'M SICK?
Fuck this.
Track Name: Hammered
HAMMERED AGAINST THE GLASS
HANGING MY HEAD IN DOUBT
HAMMERED ON THE FLOOR NOW
SHAKING ON THE GROUND

Holes in my hands, Weeping Wound and a contrast.

Pushing forward through debt but as a matter of fact I'm not fucking dead yet
So I continue to carve my ears into the earth,
while the maggots and worms fester and compare my worth
Prepare their speeches, change my name, waiting in line to feed.

The taste as bitter as they are of me.

But even underground there is life, growth from decay.
Rest in peace.
Rest in peace.

Numb my mind with anything in reach, assist my coffin-like sleep.

Blanket myself in dust and discharge of the sheep.
Ashamed of what they've witnessed,
but more embarrassed...
For the way I sat there and took it.

Foaming out the mouth.
Bleeding from my thighs.
Cheers to the bottom line,
I found myself way behind.

No hope, just drinks and a drive home.
Where the fuck is my home?

Pushing pins in my skin, watch my body reject them
Proud to be my father's son but afraid of my blood.
I don't want to die from a drop as my feet dangle over a broken bottle.

Unwilling to accept it as a weakness -
my pain made me my own person.
Boastless -
But still my own person.
Track Name: Glutton
ALL I HAVE IS ALL I NEED,
SCRAPING THE WALL OF MY CELL AS MY FINGERS BLEED
I'VE DONE MY TIME NOW IT'S BONES TO CONCRETE
CURDLED SCREAMS OF BLACKED OUT MEMORIES
How what I thought were some of my best men left when I was dealing with addiction,
A thorn in my spine
A pain in my chest -
Fuck them.
I didn't forget.

But I'm trying to forgive.
Can't that be enough for now?
Fill my stomach to empty my mind -
Gorge myself upon the trough as do all beside

Force it back out
BACK
OFF
Bleeding on the floor now -
Give me room, get out.
Create the space to kill the bottle
Settle down with the rifts in my liver, and all the friends passed due to their shame of my issues.
Ignore it's all conditional -
Conditioned to be alone.

I hate myself more...
for everyone that I've kissed - all the times I let my self-respect slip.
I CAN'T -
I could never say no when we were laying in bed,
choking you in silent protest.

TELLING MYSELF
TO STOP

It makes me sick to think I took my dependency and adopted your disease.

How THE FUCK do I tell my friends I'm a cuck?
That I've lose all touch -
That I'm all out of love?

I DON'T WANT TO BE TOUCHED.

I WANT OUT,
DOES ANYBODY GIVE A FUCK?

Please mother pull the thorns from my spine,
wash the acid from my eyes.
FILL MY STOMACH
EMPTY MY MIND

SWALLOW
SWALLOW

Swallowing dirt.

I MADE A HOME IN SHALLOW DIRT.

Digging my way out.
I am none of your concern now.