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Xenotype 616

by The Body Farm

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Cognitive Overload Lies, subliminal and venomous, consume ego’s trinity Hundred bodies lay down as cartilage shells taught to be lamb though born to annihilate I’m mesmerised on the thin edge of the abyss like a descendant of chaos who’s willing to fall Anamorphic poem of tissues and sores vertigo drilled in a brain-dead neurosis silent dream concealed in aseptic chambers Knowledge of archetype’s symmetry is a ragged prosthesis achieved through the carnal gifts of death release I'm closer to the destiny of expendable pawns overwhelmed by endorphins and scorn wondering the darkest shades of mortal spunk I deified oblivion's sacred realm with stitches and blood floods I'm driven by the symphony of gore cauterised breastbones And I have no limits anymore I'm the twisted name curved in your entrails Living proof of destiny’s lies I'm torn between the dawn and dusk of reality Where others see obscenities I ascend to the throne of amorphism supremacy I'm addicted to the logic of vivisection Can't take my eyes away from such throbbing revelation Once I sank in the quicksand of the unknown but now I rise from the ashes of human thoughts.
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Rise of the Xenotype The silent book I wrote was bred with fleshy seeds of rationale torment Torn apart by the subliminal bedlam of demons forged in my inner Babel Once I found myself among dried-up bodies A speechless nod of concealed wastelands where immortal divinities are nothing but unloaded guns aimed to man’s head as a coward threat posed by the last remnants of yet forgotten dark ages Thus far such fear has enchained us We are masochistic reapers Blacksmiths covered with corpses’ ashes Genital syntheses escaped to collapsing eons because conceived in viscid cages built up for the masses Soon our latent embryonic consistency will lead a relentless rage to the annihilation of those servants to the oblivion Crippled beggars who cower before the great lie And stroke broken bones as golden shrines Once I was told that in eons to come The measure of man’s despair will be the inner celebration of suffering and withdrawal Instead we need chaos in our souls to unleash the limbic system’s cryptic core Rip apart thy masters and makers Anger is no longer withheld for thou writing unknown blasphemies for chaos’s breed for thou making a bloody way out of Tartarus We create monsters to remind us our mortality our unconditional reliance on society’s alienation forged by the taunting ambiguity of human existence We have always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself for thou to undertake the path of the Xeno-type.
3.
The Embalmer I cut and sew to sublime demise from a septic distance, contend with the mescaline of mortal deception, eradicate the construct of perpetual motion that lies behind the threshold of human illusions : to born is to be prey of death’s cyclical inception The truth is not stored in the eyes but wrapped around my mind A soul measures itself if applied to perception but you’re still trapped between deceiving realms shaped by Hermes to release his beast: the eternal becoming You are but a dull guest in this dark world Corpses hang from hooks as chained scarecrows, rotting pantomimes of human being, their stench is a deep and pure breath to me They’re mine embalmed tarots of flesh Scraps barely survived to the triumph of time My finest act of worship to the prelude of decomposition Dried organs are fruits no longer forbidden Obsidian blades breed my hunger I’m a blood-soaked maggot, omnivore and devoted to the decline Ashes keep filling the air with dead skin scent Eviscerated bodies stand still as wretched vessels wisely devoid of secreted fluids for precious ointments The art of dismemberment is an unquestionable creed No one will survive to see the cycles of mankind I am meticulous observer of the unbearable frailty of life There’s no shame in pursuing the ultimate knowledge Nor remorse in taking one more step into what is yet unknown .
4.
The Embalmer I cut and sew to sublime demise from a septic distance, contend with the mescaline of mortal deception, eradicate the construct of perpetual motion that lies behind the threshold of human illusions : to born is to be prey of death’s cyclical inception The truth is not stored in the eyes but wrapped around my mind A soul measures itself if applied to perception but you’re still trapped between deceiving realms shaped by Hermes to release his beast: the eternal becoming You are but a dull guest in this dark world Corpses hang from hooks as chained scarecrows, rotting pantomimes of human being, their stench is a deep and pure breath to me They’re mine embalmed tarots of flesh Scraps barely survived to the triumph of time My finest act of worship to the prelude of decomposition Dried organs are fruits no longer forbidden Obsidian blades breed my hunger I’m a blood-soaked maggot, omnivore and devoted to the decline Ashes keep filling the air with dead skin scent Eviscerated bodies stand still as wretched vessels wisely devoid of secreted fluids for precious ointments The art of dismemberment is an unquestionable creed No one will survive to see the cycles of mankind I am meticulous observer of the unbearable frailty of life There’s no shame in pursuing the ultimate knowledge Nor remorse in taking one more step into what is yet unknown .

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XENOTYPE 616 is a concept focused on the fall of modern civilisation and human being who give place to the first-born of a new breed: a Xenotype. In medicine a xeno-type consists of a molecular variation based on differences in structure and antigenic specificity. In ancient Greek the word ξένος means something strange, different, almost a foreign body.
The number 616 is recognised by theologians and scholars as the true “number of the beast”. The 666 that we commonly associate to the devil is an error quite common to a lot of transcriptions and translations of the bible as of other religious transcripts. Besides, the number 616 is the 25th number on the Padovan sequence which, like the Fibonacci sequence, includes polygonal numbers quite relevant from an astrological and astronomical point of view. The 25th is also the day of birth of several “pagan” gods (as Astarte, Isis, Ishtar and Mithra to name but a few) who were worshipped for the death and re-birth of the sun and, basically, for the cycle of seasons, years and life. Lately, these myths became the foundations for early christians to put together the pieces of a puzzle known as “the story of baby Jesus and the immaculate conception”. From an astrological perspective, the cycle of death and rebirth of these gods represent the passage from a sign to the next one in the zodiac, whereas in astronomy corresponds to the movement of constellations within galaxies.
The EP contains 4 tracks (one instrumental) that describe the psychological and physical collapse of the last era of mankind going through the occult rituals of its burial and exhumation until a new breed, a new alpha after the omega, appears on planet earth.
The EP was recorded in the summer 2011 at Twentymiles Studio (Palermo-Italy). Line-up: Ross Piazza (guitars, bass guitar, drum programming) + Paride Mercurio (voice). All music and lyrics by Ross.

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released November 16, 2011

Ross Piazza (Guitars/Bass/Drum Prog./Lyrics)
Paride Mercurio (Guest voice from Cadaver Mutilator)

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The Body Farm is a Death/Brutal Death metal band founded in 2009 by Rosario “Ross” Piazza (co-founder, former lead guitar & current lyrics writer of the Italian band Cadaver Mutilator). The Body Farm is a project based in London, and so far two EPs have been released: “Thanatoscope” (mid 2010) and “Xenotype 616” (late 2011). ... more

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