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VITRIOL - Hive Lungs (OFFICIAL VIDEO). Taken from the album "To Bathe From The Throat Of Cowardice", out September 6th, 2019. Order now: https://Vitriol.lnk.to/ToBatheFromThe... VITRIOL - Hive Lungs (Official Music Video in 4k) Produced by - Century Media Records & Magnetar Studio Director - James Pesature Editor - James Pesature Assistant Editor - Daniel Orentlicher Colorist - Daniel Orentlicher Hive Lungs Illustration - Costin Chioreanu Field Producer - Frank Angelcyk Lighting Designers - Maryam Sweirki, Will Powell, Aiden Leger-Jeffrey Filmed at - Le Poisson Rouge (New York, NY) Brighton Music Hall (Boston, MA) The Foundry @ The Fillmore (Philadelphia, PA) Bossanova Ballroom (Portland, OR) The Warsaw (Brooklyn, NY) Camera Operators : Frank Angelcyk Kevin Eisenlord James Pesature Derek Soto Magnetar Studio Website: https://www.magnetarstudio.com/ Magnetar Studio Facebook: / magnetarstudio Magnetar Studio Instagram: / magnetarstudio Order the album “To Bathe From The Throat Of Cowardice”: https://vitriol.lnk.to/ToBatheFromThe... VITRIOL Merch Store: https://vitriolwarfare.bigcartel.com/ VITRIOL Facebook: / vitriolwarfare VITRIOL Instagram: / vitriolwarfare Lyrics: Ribs plucked from a cage Like fingers from jointless seams, And a stripped palm blossoms. White marrowed iron, A field pronged belly with stakes of bone, Find a frozen wind and pregnant breath there, In hive lungs. Nests, swollen of shattered wasps, They're fencing back broken glass, I can hear their fire- It is perfect. May I open your gates? So that I might fashion rungs from your breast And climb fractured steps To the beating life in your chest, To tear it from those hands of a broken mother, And spit in her face as she seeks comfort, For I have taken her son. These wounds, Mended by our death... It is something I pray for.