Sathamel Opposition To Life
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Title track from "Opposition To Life" EP.
SATHAMEL
Daniel Kalinowski - Vocals
Nathan Caven - Guitars
Pat Cotter - Guitars
Dale Brown - Bass Guitar
Michael Robinson - Drums
Jake Caven - Painter
Directed, filmed and edited by JWA Creations
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Audio recorded and produced by Ritual Sound
www.ritualstudios.co.uk
Artwork by s.blaeks_painting
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LYRICS:
You’ve lost some colour again
Became a whisper of a husk
Broken out to fit into a place
Turning misery into evidence
Of euphoria – blind endurance
Belligerence and abandonment of sense
Human progression as a funeral procession
Just another mismanagement of sperm
Grotesque and rot harmonise
So, taste the fruit with another bite of spite
A spark dancing without a flame
This town became my tomb
Iconoclast with nothing to say again
Nothing to say at all
Self-proclaimed erudite
With a dream of omnipotence
Grotesque and rot harmonise
So, taste the fruit with another bite of spite
You’ve lost some colour again
These ashes deepen with flame
Still treading the path of broken glass
To contend with despair inside
A spark dancing without a flame
This town became my tomb
Iconoclast with nothing to say again
Nothing to say at all
Suffering and repentance are the norm
For an erudite born with opposition to life
Misery of euphoria
You’ve lost some colour again
These ashes deepen with flame
Still treading the path of broken glass
To contend with despair inside
Title track from "Opposition To Life" EP.
SATHAMEL
Daniel Kalinowski - Vocals
Nathan Caven - Guitars
Pat Cotter - Guitars
Dale Brown - Bass Guitar
Michael Robinson - Drums
Jake Caven - Painter
Directed, filmed and edited by JWA Creations
www.facebook.com/JWACreations/
Audio recorded and produced by Ritual Sound
www.ritualstudios.co.uk
Artwork by s.blaeks_painting
httwww.instagram.com/s.blaeks_painting/
LYRICS:
You’ve lost some colour again
Became a whisper of a husk
Broken out to fit into a place
Turning misery into evidence
Of euphoria – blind endurance
Belligerence and abandonment of sense
Human progression as a funeral procession
Just another mismanagement of sperm
Grotesque and rot harmonise
So, taste the fruit with another bite of spite
A spark dancing without a flame
This town became my tomb
Iconoclast with nothing to say again
Nothing to say at all
Self-proclaimed erudite
With a dream of omnipotence
Grotesque and rot harmonise
So, taste the fruit with another bite of spite
You’ve lost some colour again
These ashes deepen with flame
Still treading the path of broken glass
To contend with despair inside
A spark dancing without a flame
This town became my tomb
Iconoclast with nothing to say again
Nothing to say at all
Suffering and repentance are the norm
For an erudite born with opposition to life
Misery of euphoria
You’ve lost some colour again
These ashes deepen with flame
Still treading the path of broken glass
To contend with despair inside
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