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Matriphagy is a concept album about how an overprotective mother pushes her son to the edge of insanity through psychological & physical abuse. Having spent two decades trapped inside a glorified prison, and after some failed rescue/escape attempts, the son, in a state of heavy delirium does the unforgivable to free himself from his mother's wicked hold.

LYRICS
I’m a frog—I croak in a pond of blood
She’s still a part of me
I can feel those rust-licked fingers wriggling
This garden has been littered with pesticides
Red light—red light
I’m a poor boy!
Red light—red light
Is this heresy, heresy?
Must be heresy, heresy

The spots have the answers
They’re connected in gold, but I can’t even go outside
‘Cause I don’t have the code
She knocked twice—Hun, you gotta go…
Hun, you gotta go outside of this contraption
No more action, accidents—infractions
Doesn’t match up? Oh…
Hey, I thought it would be easy!
You better forget her…
She couldn’t die without reason
Go get an umbrella ‘cause it be raining hella’ treason
She’ deader than dead, but p-please don’t go

We lost the race—it’s benign
To walk the borderline of pain as the artist paints the dream
No safety belts tonight, for it’s time to start the show!
I’m running away from this quiet

These rotten parts stink better every day
Every single person has a story they’re not telling
La la lala la!
Guess it while you can…
‘Cause all the girls around my block are soon to lose their heads!

We lost the race—it’s benign
To walk the borderline of pain as the artist paints the dream
No safety belts tonight, for it’s time to start the show!
I’m running away from this quiet

They think I’m crazy?
We’ll prove them right, my friends
We’ll break their bones and cut their throats
-Shove them under the bed
You think I’m stupid?
Let’s show what’s in our head...
I’ll break your bones, cut your throat, shove you under my bed!

We lost the race—it’s benign
To walk the borderline of pain as the artist paints the dream
No safety belts tonight, for it’s time to start the show!
I’m running away from this quiet

Red light—red light
I’m a poor boy!
Red light—red light
This is heresy, heresy
Heresy, heresy
Red light—red light

I’d like to imagine it more as a sunrise in Paris,
But the rivers keep flowing with a red color
I suppose it’s just the way it is

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