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Split LP with Soothsayer

by Autarch

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Guide 04:36
Choke all heavens, our path is clear We've blinded our sentience And in that: protection A fledgling species; un- yielding, un-wavering, and all our ears ring and they ring: We are sorry. She is a beacon, we are drawn. As she sputters and dies, our star winks out. She is a beacon, we are drawn. There has to be solace somewhere. Guide: Lost. And so it goes We're left alone, we've what we've done Killed our reflection, and an eternity of cold Breathes in all directions "this is your solace" She is our beacon, we are drawn. Our guide is the shadow of cold and dawn. She is our beacon, we are drawn. Our guide never left us, our guide is a reflection. And therein: beauty fore all of pain and all of growth fore all of cold and of endless unyielding are found in this loss "One thousand epics of cold One thousand epics of crushing For what never was And what forever will be"
Trespass 04:30
In Darkness To light Hollow and worn Spit flesh and blood Trespass in cover In vacuum of flight This is no world to call our own When existence is cancer heal or atone In one season In one eternity Gods whimper In divine fall Screaming into a nothing The sun burns on, coughs out, existence collapses. All tremble cowering, fall Save us from the Nothing Light is gone Reclaimed it, enslaved Purity clarity, uprooted in time With logic and number Crushed what little they could claim And sent us spiralling Sent us spiralling into our fears into ourselves In whisper "We aren't what remains we are what has been always" The hand that spans eternity Trespassed in guise of light A notion of quantifiability Is empty, is empty Truth in nothing Truth in all
Pleiades 06:19
Ears, weary of the sounds of screaming, crust over. Neural pathways close up from disuse, As we march towards our better world. A world we created for ourselves in the likeness of heaven; We cannot see the end. Eyes, weary of the sight of blood, cloud over. Blurry shapes the only light remaining; The market does not need you to see. Automation has contracted the human condition; we replace the bots we created in our likeness. Vocal cords, weary of argument, wither and die. You have no one to talk to. You should only be worried If you have something to hide; your voice Is good for one thing only: dissension. When you come of age you are mated to the gears; Plugged in to the network. Circuits and blood, flesh and bone, mesh with silicon and metal. Your destiny realized, automation; submission Your choice is this: Submit or be cast away with the detritus of progress. Freedom to starve or captivity in bliss. Hear! The last question of youth. See! Your world or vagrancy and hunger? Speak! Your last chance to answer. Speak! Your life, or "ours"? Speak.


Split with Soothsayer from Pittsburgh, PA

Recorded in Winter 2014


released June 1, 2016

Collin - guitar/vocals
James - guitar/vocals
Chad - bass
Jason -drums/vocals

Recorded and mixed by James, mastered by Brad Boatright (Audiosiege)
Artwork by Mario Carrasco García

Self-released in collaboration with Replenish Records and Reality is a Cult Records and with help from Headfirst! Records



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