SNAKE FATHER - “Purgaliminal“ (Official Music Video)

Official music video for the single “Purgaliminal“ on the upcoming LP titled “No More Faces“ Single: “Purgaliminal” Released: October 20th, 2023 Genre: Metal Deathcore Location: Austin, Texas MERCH: PREVIOUS SINGLE “Mental Intruder“: LINKS: Instagram: ? Facebook: Spotify: Apple Music: CREDITS: Recorded/ Mixed/Mastered by Cris Marshall at Tonal Recording Studios Written by: John Slofkoski Directed by: John Slofkoski & Eric DiCarlo Filmed/edited by: Eric DiCarlo MUA/FX: Emily Bloom CAST: Anomaly Ichabod Slider Jesus Bella Rotten LYRICS: Despised by the people they surround And feared by the higher ones. A featureless face, And a future less fate. Burdened by the weight of existence. I will put an end to it. These eyes they’ve seen too fucking much A future corrupt Disillusioned solutions. Years have turned to seconds. No need to comment. It’s already been witnessed. You’re ten years behind. A race designed to hate what’s on the inside. Soulless fucks. Twisted spines. Misshapen frames. Miserable smiles, And Blackened eyes Tears of blood run down Mary’s porcelain skin. Is this truly made in your god’s image? A product of someone else’s idea, But convinced You’re worth saving. You’re less than the dirt your body will be buried in. Stay at distance, realize how low your value is. Hardly human, And more of an entity. Void creature, Lesser Earth. This a nightmare realm. Your splitting yourself in half Just to play both sides. Burning the candle at both ends. What an abysmal fucking life. Shattered lives. (Burdened by the weight of existence) Hypnotized. (A lie held by persistence) Drown your young. (In artificial consolation) Born to die. (not made to survive the real world.) (Not made to withstand the real fucking world.) Harvesting and absorbing. You are fallacious novelties. Amalgamations of the wretched people they once were. You have been betrayed by your own haunting image. A competition of my sanity Picking away at my psyche You’re not real-You’re not real How many times, will I have to say it? You’re all pieces of shit. You just need to admit it. I wish I could flush you down the fucking drain. Cut you into six, seven different fucking ways. They lied when they said Jesus Christ would arrive for a second time. If they can play god, then why can’t I? Will we ever make it out alive? We will never know. Sensory overload. Reality will implode. (I know what makes you human… And there’s not much left.)