Mannequin Eater

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Side project currently consisting of Carl Kavorkian.
Mannequin Eater is an experiment with minimalism. Keeping things confined to drums and basslines to invoke a reaction.

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released April 26, 2017

Written, Produced, Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Carl Kavorkian

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Carl Kavorkian Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

because fuck your eardrums.

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Track Name: With Age Comes...
An image of the farside.
Foresight. Forthright.
Your best cave in like a pork rind.
A long time we grind.
To end up with what?
Bitch and moan til the cows come home.
And shit on all you have risen.
Can you divide all your strides.
Multiply all your strikes.
A simple mathematics that adds up to what?
Cancel all subscriptions.
Prescribe to all prescriptions.
Memorize all the scriptures.
Inquiring minds reminding of victims.
All the signs are vibrant but cryptic.
Sick with the fear.
Spitting up liquids that were meant to repair.
Intense is the stare.
Intent never steered.
On a road to recover with wrenches in gears.

Aged. Old. Wrinkled.
Save Your Fading Youth.
Aged. Old. Wrinkled.
Save Your Faded Youth.

Graves. Souls.
Angels eating at muscles.
The light shines more.
Tearing apart your pores.
Can you endure?
Blades. Scored.
Skin that stretch to the floor.
Wrapped in latex invade.
And scrape away the decay.

Deteriorating. Slowly degrading.
Corroding from the inside.
Until signs displayed on an outward appearance.
No luck with Jesus doing the steering.
Save all applause for those who break sweat.
Making your time all the more precious.
Met with dearest, oh so sincerest of thank you's
But still more in debt.

Aged. Old. Wrinkled.
Save Your Fading Youth.
Aged. Old. Wrinkled.
Save Your Faded Youth.

Graves. Souls.
Angels eating at muscles.
The light shines more.
Tearing apart your pores.
Can you endure?
Blades. Scored.
Skin that stretch to the floor.
Wrapped in latex invade.
And scrape away the decay.

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Track Name: The Trouble with Technology
Broken memes. Broken memes.
no.
There's nothing genius about the latest trending meme
you, putting it's creator on a pedestal
when it was only done to amass views
making an ass of you
parading a mass of fools
down timelines and feeds with notifications
re-blog, re-gram and re-tweet
but at the end of the day you can go and re-fuck yourself
over and over, over and over, over and over and over again
it was clever at most
but never worthy of a prize that is noble
no matter what the consensus of your friend list
wading neck deep thru endless denseness
with no time for correction
but room for improvement if you'll do it
Broken memes. Broken memes.
Track Name: Today's Flesh
You better love it while it's here
all regrets personify the tears
the tearing of a conscience into two pieces
hands in the sky reaching
lungs grasping for oxygen
deep sighs of carbon dioxide
and while thoughts hide
emotions run free like a dog off the leash
into oncoming traffic
never braced for the tragic
now wondering what happened.
now that it's taken for granted
you wonder what planet it is on you're standing
and while you drown in your sorrow
today's flesh are thoughts of tomorrow
search for a shoulder to borrow
lost in a hall of walls that are narrow

To what endears
Held close
Totally forgotten
Always remembered

Lost in indignation
The fingering of patience
The sweet hyms of Satan
passing thru the sweet lips of angels
Goosebumps all across limbs
Melting hearts coating intestines
Cramped into the fetal position
Answering questions of what's you invest in

To what endears
Held close
Totally forgotten
Always remembered
Track Name: Shoestrings
we don't dress at the mall
because the electric is on
we don't dress at the mall
be sure the electric is on
we don't dress at the mall
peco's threat turn it off
we don't dress at the mall
feed those switches on walls

below the line - swim

we don't binge at the bar
because there's gas in the car
we don't binge at the bar
but our car, it won't start
we don't binge at the bar
some new parts were just bought
we don't binge at the bar
started it up and it stalled

below the line - swim

got a check and it's gone
made a feast straight from jars
got a check and it's gone
for now there's meat in the sauce
got a check and it's gone
every morsel gets gnawed
got a check and it's gone
leave what's left for tomorrow

below the line - swim
Track Name: Mannequin Eater
consuming the inanimate.
inhaling your toxic plastic fumes.
producing fantastic plumes of frustration.
relocating my mental spacing.
just to get away from your disaster.
infection proof.
not getting moved sitting next to you.
never being there to begin with.
as you speak to air particles.
imaging flesh in clothing articles.
no thought of parting thru.
i'm going nautical.
breaking gravitation's pull
of the black hole you're talking thru.
it's all deja vu.

hear the claws drawn at midnight.
tlll they all fall within sight.
made.

don't let that bitch bite you.
spiced and spiteful.
back in high school.
most likely to try and knife you.
eyes of emerald.
high of chemicals.
now let's play pin the tail on the inevitable.
rolling solo. so low. slow.
just so you know.
pupils on latitude but then some won't get it.
last standing in a room with a mouth full of grinning.
insides is dripping.
lips smeared of crimson.
ingenuous mentions vibrate heir of vengeance.

hear the caws drawn at midnight.
till they all fall within sight.
made.