Neurosis, by Ashes of Alexis

Neurosis

by Ashes of Alexis

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1.	Statuses! Statues! Statuettes! Statures! 04:32	lyrics	buy track
Statuses statues statuettes and statures. How important I felt with a title to represent us Though relentless the sentience of feelings we manifest rapidly Ingest and infest warping our essence till we are selfish with change creating our path to catharsis. How uncomfortably brand new I have become to being me. Thought it was set in stone but then I have that dream. Where the rain struck our skin the intimacy was thick as a hale You clung to my spine like the shell of a snail Traverse the ditch locking souls in bliss looking up to the sky screaming I prevail. I won't be caught in a Detrimental haze Forced to feel the blaze of days Passing by surviving like the bible but forgotten the same way. Hope starved atheist in a daze accepting no afterlife succumbing as a slave Only to the grave a hole chiseled in earth to mark the end of a unique age. Statuses statues statuettes and statures How important could you feel with a title to represent you Because relentless the insistence will converge on the weakness In darkness dimming our mindset so grasp hold your bright mess it is your path to catharsis. How uncomfortably brand new I have become to being me. Thought it was set in stone but then I have that dream. Where the rain struck our skin intimacy was thick as a hale And you clung to my spine like the shell of a snail traverse the ditch locking souls in bliss looking up to the sky screaming I prevail When you add a title to bastards create a foundation for disasters. When you add a title to the disasters you interest only the bastards.
2.	Oh God 04:03	lyrics	buy track
Oh god the irony has got me maniacally smiling while I'm spiraling; Realizing the thing I most despise has the same eyes as me. Oh god but what if it's all been an illusion Symptoms of a life long spent In delusional confusion. Too woozy from my imaginary contusion. There's an itch in my brain and I just can't fucking scratch it Unless my mind really breaks split my skull open with a hatchet. I Can't even imagine it, that's manic shit... ...or maybe I can, 'cause I'm on both sides of the magic trick. Fucking sadist. Fucking masochist. I swear its not anger its rage and I can control it. Emotion and logic conflict tugowar with my conscious. Dive into a circus act this vessel mindful of heartless. If I tempt the axe can I keep myself in the process. The reflection of rejection is means for alternations In the depths I perceive of what it is to be unique Oh god is our connection so deep or should I rectify my intention based on deception from those I've accepted Draw patience disregarding the balance The reactions decide, swing wide split minds Silence paints dead room white noise catastrophic. Awe struck in the vertices cowering corner empty apartment My best description from both sides of myself catatonic. Close as I let anyone get is my coroner or cigs in my pocket Or the artist whose chalk line gracefully traced me in the last panel of this comic. I told them its not anger its rage and I must control it. Illogical emotion destroy appliance remain stoic. Regret and repeat a hot driving steel through my construct. Passion blade of violence and a gross misuse of my conduct The reflection of rejection is means for alternations In the depths I perceive of what it is to be unique What's the point if we don't see the end of the rainbow Is the other side greener, or is it just because we say so
3.	Sasquatch 03:27	lyrics	buy track
When you measure the distance by fear and the stench of severed fish heads is all your senses can digest. Ever left remembrance of a predatorial visage onslaught of a starving mythical beast. Gurgling. The self awareness it is apparent and despairing and nefariously odd. Life is fucking ABSURD. Where is this denizen will I lose all my innocence this not how I felt I would test out life's patience. Following the marred oak and the loose left vessels of past adventurers seek to meet eye to eye with the beast. Fortune fails to favor the ignorant or the meek. Hard to prove what you won't believe. If I could be candid nothing is real everything is permitted. The self awareness it is apparent and despairing and nefariously odd. Life is fucking ABSURD. Where is this denizen will I lose all my innocence this not how I felt I would test out life's patience. I'm just gonna have to go find that hairy bastard myself Hahaha King of slime King of filth King of putrescence Never bow down To a menacing presence We are just wild fucking Animals
4.	...Thirteen Pints... 02:52	lyrics	buy track
Dark side of a heart famished from the mockery of empathy Looking through a rope realize you denied that side of me. Failure to evolve till I took your place And realized you saw only the rope and not the paradise beyond the noose. Rest now still till never is forgotten My affinity act natural I know this is unwanted your final rattle And growing stench are to me unremarkable indications of true flavored beauty. Bloated from blight with a rotting perfume. Aphrodisiac I cannot share so I must consume. So take my hand or feel my grip instead marching through the woods And straight into my den your bile on my breath with your flesh down my throat I wish to feast your forever alas your blood's gone cold.
5.	Hooligans (ft Josh Rundgren) 04:52	lyrics	buy track
Beauty is a beast perceptive yet defective Trapping the beholder under a bolder Demanding order from soldiers with sculpted motives On the brink of broken borders and mind destroying stress disorders. Nature appearing peripheral new coordinates Rerevealing frantic faucets force fit for free flowing fighters fighting a feigned front from folly front men. A black and white problem. A Diamond so gorgeous it refracts To perhaps show appreciation for the nurture from nature in its creation. A thief of breath we still dissect selfishly For the beautiful reason labeled individualism. What consciousness can be if not a life to live but a life left for me. Trapped under a bolder of which the other side is green rooted Left only to see the side of the bolder That became an anchor attached to infant knees. Nature appearing peripheral new coordinates Rerevealing frantic faucets force fit for free flowing fighters fighting a feigned front from folly front men. A black and white problem. A Diamond so gorgeous it refracts To perhaps show appreciation for the nurture from nature in its creation. To explore outdoors cut the cords to let wings soar That is if these hollow bones aren't too sore But sadly the poor below become the beauty. Again we perceive an unhappy agenda mind absentee label the victim which we are happy to be. Blame the beholder or the bolder or the grass that grew too green And gave us an obscene amount to dream about. In the end. Just blame me.
6.	Frantic Scribblings and Incoherent Thoughts (ft Francesco Antonio Mastrocola-Kochan) 06:48	lyrics	buy track
Yeah! So disappointed I have noticed everyone has a voice, too afraid to use it I am worried going to lose it. Dropping words stomp a promise Find them scattered about and to be honest Heights the last thing to fear when I have had it up to here. Everyone is falling failing never elevating raging breaking flailing and mistaking everything is straightening. The earth is just as flat as we thought. No race to the bottom when you can't locate the top. Its these Thoughts they're creeping up or is it in I can never tell. Frantic scribblings and incoherent thoughts aloud. Final actions of an insane man or the last desperation of a man with nothing left to live for. Drag the human race through the mud proclaim acceptance you are just misunderstood. Exhibited symptoms of a different wisdom Considered a victim of glitches in a fictitious mental prism Resisting existing eclipsed in this prison system that created this malicious schism Incentive is requested without we return to malevolence Like what is the most I can gain from this perfectly one sided instance While maintaining enough distance to sleep alone in my ignorance. The eyes deceiving this view on our existences The purpose for the individual thoughts and request we have to coexist Desire causes the mind to conspire Turning words and thoughts and ideas into unintended reviews of the mistakes we used to feel. Ope Our flaws our mistakes we are all to human to reveal scrounging for breath the last gasp of air leaves creating a new disease. Its these Thoughts they're creeping up or is it in I can never tell. Frantic scribblings and incoherent thoughts aloud. Final actions of an insane man or the last desperation of a man with nothing left to live for. If all I ever say is from the hate in my heart. I must expect to be remembered when light lacks in the dark. Feel the need to speak relief through toxic fumes and crooked teeth Feel the need to exceed the grief while burying civility underneath Feel the need to cover the seed in charred dirt and lifeless leaves Spark the foliage of the bridges you have burned and blind the world with your brilliance from the light as you burn

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Calamities, tribulations and adolations exist as one in everyday situations. Jordan Allen, Josh Bradford, Kyle Cowling, Andy White, Brandon Dodd and Rob Ellis exist to dismiss the dismay that battles head to head in every human. When all that can be handled is connection through brutal interpretations, what have we aside from every melodies, breakdowns and lyrical connotations. Unique like everyone else. Let your soul take a listen.

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released April 1, 2020

Tyler Wells - Guitar
Josh Bradford - Guitar
Kyle Cowling - Keyboards/Vocals
Brandon Dodd - Drums
Rob Ellis - Vocals
Andy White - Bass

Recorded and Mastered By David Pietila at Source Track Studio.

Artwork By Sam Oliver.

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Ashes of Alexis Neenah, Wisconsin

We are on the pursuit of infinite metal glory.

Ashes of Alexis is:

The relentless beatings of Brandon Dodd on drums, the twisted, articulate riffs of Jordan Allen and Jordan Bradford on guitar, the slams and pops of Andrew White on bass, the profound keys and vocals of Kyle Cowling, and the unapologetic poetry of Robert Ellis as lead vocalist. This is the ultimate formula for Ashes of Alexis. ... more