1. |
Emptyful
03:44
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I don’t mind
Empty brain hole
Read the signs
You’re my sigil
Ebb and flow
With the current
Going deep
In too deep
Yea! Free your head
Empty head
I don’t seem to mind
You don’t seem to mind
Wall words between the lines
We don’t seem to mind, Yeah!
You don’t care
Write on the wall
Breathe your air
Albuterol
Breath in deep
In your mindscape
Frankincense
Fragrant scents
Yea! Spill my glass
Empty glass
Read the writing on the wall!
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2. |
Aconitum
05:49
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Avoid the questions
A void will answer
I don’t like the tone
No I don’t like it
No...stare...abyss
Grow weed, choke the flower
Lost soul, you devour
Lessen the grip
Lesson left to learn
Not what I want to grow
No, I don’t want that
No...false...witness
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3. |
Eclipsing Binaries
04:00
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Listen to the song of the shards
Piece together and fall apart
Iridescent light
Bleeding through the slype
Archaic memory
Dancing stars
Eclipsing binaries
Vibrations across infinity
Prism light and starfire soul spinning
Echo through the gaps in the cracks
Infinite space between the collapse
Fire in the eyes
Burning, tempered mind breaking down to rebuild again
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4. |
Sacred Scorcher
04:05
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Light the fuse again
Set me on fire my friend
Fight it all unhinged
Set the world on fire my friend
Again and again
You can burn an effigy
Or choke on your own atrophy
Mirrored antithetically
Reflection
Empathetically
Burn down, burn down, burn down
Apathetically
Burn down, burn down, burn down
Choke on coals again
Set yourself on fire my friend
Lesson learned, pretend
Light yourself on fire my friend
Again and again
Keeping warm around a hearth
Or burn it down for what is worse
Mirrored in your own self worth
Reflection
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5. |
Just Skin
04:48
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In mercurial skies
Distortion in my mind and now I’m fed
Faint lackluster cries
The whine has run dry, I’ll buy some more
Such a drag...
The creature said!
Lose the attitude
The skin you shed!
A substitute for food
It’s in your head!
Broken and abused
Dead eyes are fed!
Give me attitude!
Psychedelic dreams
Shifting colors, bleeding shards of the truth
Kaleidoscope eyes
Spinning lies, all dizzy brained, now I’m sick
We are all mad here...
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6. |
Senseless/Pointless
03:24
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Slowly eat the mud and call your god down
Gasp for air in between swallowing
I’ve never been one for any means necessary
Spit out the words and hope for the best
Lacking direction
Cracking obsession
Lasting impression
Bleed and feel!
Waiting for the nectar
What is real?!
Questions for an answer
Look! Find! Free!
Do you get it yet?
Wait and see!
Well done and well met
Look for meaning in a mind of clutter
Purity for the lack of the words
Another well placed line to look too deep in
What’s the point of it all anyway?
Impede the thoughtstream
Secrete my routine
I’ll eat my meaning
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Sadartha Richmond, Virginia
Hi! This is Johnny Noxious, Mello Cefola, and Manny Kinn, and we’re Sadartha from Richmond, VA! We’re a psychedelic stoner noise punk band....but it’s a lot easier just to say grunge. We can try to describe our sound to you, but really it would be better to let the music speak for itself and for you to decide! What we can say is it’s emotional and honest, straight from the heart. ... more
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