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The Vore Complex Edits

by Bleach For The Stars

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1.
Hacksaw 05:21
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behind the streets and who's to know? beyond the levels even you would go and no way out but pleading red and no way out but silent blue and still the cash rolls through immersed inside the blackest sweat where mercy is a dirty word get out as far as you can get still bloody walls stretch undisturbed a filth of bodies hogs the floor the iron clamps are taut and strained and something almost grabs the doors but down and down they go again behind the streets and who's to know? beyond the levels even you would go and no way out but pleading red and no way out but silent blue and still the cash rolls through behind the streets and who's to know? beyond the levels even you would go and no way out but pleading red and no way out but silent blue and still the cash rolls through and still the cash rolls through and still the cash rolls through
2.
The Winter Tide 03:48
lyrics
Frozen coma hearts cracking out cheap stone Tapping tender bone words In the spine-red sun To the scent of flies To the howling of the wires Nailing concrete televisions into their gums These stoic coma hearts cracking out cheap stone Preening old meat minds Dancing barbed smiles through the snow To the humming of each corpse To the churning of steel skies As a ditched laughter lands Just as everyone will know So these words are being written But there's nothing left to say These fucking words are being written But there's nothing left to say These words are being written But I can't take it away These fucking words are being written But there's nothing sacred left to say Frozen coma hearts cracking out cheap stone Sluicing tender bone words Though that spine-red sun Through a thousand screens of flies Though the howling of the wires Nailing more concrete inanities into their gums These stoic coma hearts cracking out cheap stone Preening old meat minds Dancing barbed smiles through the snow To the humming of the now To the churning of steel skies And something ever yet more vulgar And everyone could know Whilst far from dawn in the winter tide So far from dawn in the winter tide So far from dawn... These words are being written But I can't take it away These fucking words are being written These words are being written But I can't take it away These fucking words are being written But there's nothing sacred left to say
3.
Pulp 05:30
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Sleep, sleep so softly Locked in endless corridors of night Sleep, sleep so softly It may never really be all right But sleep, sleep so softly As we are sleeping too The duties done, and cases spun And stronger hands all holding you Sleep, sleep so softly As the coffers fill with spoils Sleep, sleep so softly So softly, so soiled Sleep, sleep so softly As our heads are sleeping too And don't you make a fucking sound These big strong hands all holding you Big strong hands Stronger than outdated care Big strong hands Strip the sacred 'til it's bare Big strong hands Powers firm and absolute Big strong stinking hands Ripping out the roots Sleep, sleep so softly As they come to lock the door Sleep, sleep so softly As blood trickles down the polished floor Sleep, sleep so softly As we'll be sleeping too The duties done, the case is spun And stronger hands are stuck like glue Big strong hands Stronger than outdated care Big strong hands Strip the sacred 'til it's bare Big strong hands Powers firm and absolute Big strong stinking hands Ripping out the roots
4.
Picnic 03:40
lyrics
every bear behaves every bear behaves every bear behaves as every good bear should comb your hair and brush your teeth fetch the plates unpack the meat and settle down it's time to eat run run run as fast as you can run run little bears here comes the man run run run as fast as you can run run run you're getting very tired it's getting very late and every little bear in a very weary state you're getting very tired it's getting very late it's time to get to bed in a very weary state slaughter in the woods slaughter in the woods and every bear behaves as every good bear should and every bear behaves as every good bear should and every bear behaves as every good bear should
5.
Ugly Feeling 04:50
6.
Joy 04:42
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An injection of orphaned light Mixes Dissolves Fades from sight Soaked into sheets of shivering meat Stripped between beats By the screech and the squeal The screech and the squeal Of disjointed dismembered days By the absent regret of the room By the absent regret of the room With the smiling doll seconds swept into dust Footsteps flinch through the gloom Footsteps flinch through the gloom Under the stump of a seeping moon Under the stump of a seeping moon The walls splutter inwards The dolls lose their eyes A body is somewhere Polluted by sweat A mind inside rammed deep into night Chewed up with the cold From the scratch of some breath The scrape of some fingers around this skin Stretching each sob out to find a way in And time knows how long The present goes on It isn’t over yet Bleached driftwood bones stuck through Obsolete meat An incomplete mind Where a single song plays on repeat In a maze of locked doors Thoughts gather Like whores Bleached driftwood bones stuck through Obsolete meat An incomplete mind Where a single song plays on repeat In a maze of locked doors Thoughts gather Like whores A cry beyond rain Beyond dawn Alone And time is a four letter word A cry beyond rain Beyond dawn Alone And nothing could have heard The room is untouched Shouts come from the street From the children playing at living And splashing in puddles Right under your feet In the world you can never enter In the world you can never leave In a world so red So blue So grey That threw the child in you away In the world you can never enter The world you can never leave A world so red So blue So grey That threw the child in you away That threw the child in you away That threw the child in you away That threw the child in you away
7.
A Longer Night 05:38
8.
Razing Harbour 04:11
lyrics
Chained locked Chained locked Chained up fast to learn to fall Locked away beyond the sprawl Clients come and clients leave And all the past is make believe Chained locked Chained locked Chained locked Chained locked 1996 Cape Town Hair pulled out and heads pushed down Screaming silenced Blindfolds tight Zunaid’s returning with the night Chained locked Chained locked Chained locked Chained locked Enjoy this drink Enjoy that smoke Held against the bed And choked Perhaps you can get used to this You won’t You won’t Beaten Bloodied Gashed apart And no space left to store your heart Beaten Bloodied Gashed apart And no space left to store your heart Chained up fast to learn to fall Locked away beyond the sprawl Clients come and clients leave And all the past is make believe There’s nothing worth the trade in hearts There’s nothing worth the trade in hearts There’s nothing worth the trade in hearts There’s nothing worth the trade in hearts Chained locked Chained locked

about

I recently pulled all VC material from the internet - as much as I could remove. I was thoroughly ashamed and frustrated at the project, and the commercial musical direction it was being led in behind-the-scenes by my erstwhile band-mate.

These older, solo works by my deceased project, Vore Complex, are a cryptic and Surreal reflection on illicit child organ harvesting, cynical State-condoned sadism, elite 'child hunting', foetal abduction, obscure human trafficking, Ritual Abuse, organised government paedophile networks, and the experiences of friends and those close to me subjected to the ravages of these chillingly evil perverts.

I had initially included a few more re-mastered tracks, but decided they were too vague and fantastical, and instead preferred to take a gritty, realistic approach to dealing with such unaddressed, hastily whitewashed concerns.

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released July 24, 2021

All tracks and lyrics by Ben Power.
Cover artwork by Ben Power.
All tracks mastered by J. Stillings at Steel Hook Audio Mastering.

Dedicated to Ed Rose, of Maldon, Essex, who would not give a shit (or perhaps notice the implication).

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