HEADLESS EP

by VERBERA

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Austin Malchow
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Austin Malchow 5 tracks of straight heavy. 11/10 would recommend. Favorite track: letdie..
Rafael Gallaher
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Rafael Gallaher Not huge into beatdown type stuff, but these guys are so monstrous that it came over my general overwriting of these bands. Good work. Favorite track: Exodus.
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All music written by Verbera
Eric Glass - Vocals
Jake Mckinsey - Guitar
Keiffer Becker - Guitar
Connor Bacon - Bass
Bob Gibbs - Drums/vocals/lyrics

Produced by Eric Gemme. Artwork by Bob Gibbs

FB: www.facebook.com/verberacda
Twitter/IG: @verberaNW

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released October 7, 2014

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VERBERA Coeur D'Alene, Idaho

Verbera is a heavy band from North Idaho/Eastern Washington. Check us out:
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Track Name: Over Nothing
Hatred grew its way out from inside myself,
Fed by your naive complacency.
"When will it stop? When will it end?"
Asking won't keep the world off your back

You look pitiful under the pressing weight,
What do you have left to prove?
It's too late, it's far too late for you.

When i look outside all I see,
Is people begging for a change,
We could find a way through it,
All of the bullshit,
But now we're too immersed to rebuild
"When will it stop? When will it end?"

Keep fucking begging for the life you don't deserve,
You think you've paid your dues,
But you just fail to move on.

"When will it stop? When will it end?"
Asking won't keep the world off your back.
You can't be helped, you can't be saved
It's too late for you
Hatred grew its way out from inside myself,
Fed by your naive complacency.
No effort shown
And nothing earned on your own
Dwelling over nothing

You've dug yourself too deep of a hole,
You've sentenced your future to death.
All that you were handed you took for granted,
No effort shown

I have to say if I could help, I wouldn't. Scraping from the platter day by day. No impulse to work. No devotion to anything other than the ability to drain your life away, day in and day out. Nothing but putridity, nothing but lies. Immorality has never had a happy ending. Dwelling over the thought of bringing it back together. Dwelling over nothing.
Track Name: Exodus
My rotting lungs are full of stale wind,
Breathing in your polluted words,
I need to purge the toxins underneath my skin,
Spitting your venom and accusing us of sin.

Why do we stay here for days,
Dwelling in the same place?
Standing in a pool of your own melting misconceptions.
No living being on Earth can be sanctified.
No soul exists to be claimed.
The hold of the serpent makes its way around my neck,
My grief wants it to crush but it only gives me depth.

Only a coward wants to hang above a fallen chair,
But it takes less guts to believe your life is one that god will spare.
Standing in a pool of your own melting misconceptions.

If life itself isn't fair,
Then what the hell could be?
Moving in circles isn't far from a dead end.
Brainwashed by ignorant faith.
Inhumanity.
Your pride is waiting for you at the bottom of the fucking sea.

The hold of the serpent makes its way around my neck,
My grief wants it to crush but it only gives me depth.

My rotting lungs are full of stale wind,
Breathing in your polluted words,
I need to purge the toxins underneath my skin,
Spitting your venom and accusing us of sin.

Only a coward wants to hang above a fallen chair,
But it takes less guts to believe your life is one that god will spare.
Track Name: Headless
Nowhere to be,
consumed by a comfortable vanity,
existence encompassed by greed,
saturating empty ideals,
leading a played out life,
but how does it feel?

Pulling out my fucking hair,
because you settle thinking what you don't see,
you wont really need to care
Pushing in my fucking eyes,
believe the others that reach without a head,
and preach ancient lies
Hanging on
to whatever you can save,
it wont be with you in your grave.

I can see ghosts walk the earth,
not all of them dead,
we're just the ghost who haven't died yet,
I can see ghosts...

Seems to me like escaping life,
is what our lives are about.
Some place where second guesses and doubts
Are left out.

Mind under matter,
We are the headless.
Track Name: letdie.
How am I supposed to dignify,
When everything dies on the outside?
Rivers dry out, fields start to burn,
Everything lays in ruins.
How am I supposed to rely,
When everyone crumbles from the inside?
Ingenuity dies out while track marks are earned,
Guaranteed to overdose soon.

Watch it tear down the path that you sought out,
The high is setting in,
Watch it torment the ones that you cared about,
Drunk with a twisted grin.
I'll take note, to hell with living like this,
"Drink our money, fuck the country, 'til we all rest in piss"

Wither away like the rest of your friends,
Shriveling skin and sunken eyes,
But you scars will never mend.
There's no means to your end.
Track Name: Transgressor (feat. Ben Hoagland of Extortionist)
I'm done and I don't give a shit where you go
I'll Just make sure you never find your way home
Im alone for the better
Im alone for the better

You let me down,
I'm not putting up this time,
Now I'm drawing the line,
'Cause I'm sick,
So get your face out of mine,
Your identity is dead to me and I will hold this grudge until the day I die.
Like saying sorry means anything,
And as much as you still try,
Like saying sorry means anything,
You should have never fucking lied.

Soon you should know.
You're on your fucking own.
Knives in the skin of my back,
I turn and follow the trails,
You can't act clean when I see my blood stuck under your nails
I'll carve your name into stone,
And put your head where it stands,
Now the roles are reversed and I've got your blood on my hands.

Fake
Bound by your mistakes
Your Hell is waiting

Oh I'm sick
But I've never felt like this
You drowned my heart enough to see you're fucking worthless.