Sleepsculptor - A Deity Conceived In A Petri Dish (Official Music Video)

The third and final single from our new album, ’Entry: Dispersal’, available September 27th. Preorders available now at: Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered at Novro Studios @sleepsculptor_pa Animation: Brennen Washburn Editing: Hunter Derr/ Ritual Season Media Lyrics: The flood gates are drawn permeate the soil Crush the contract in your palm And eat the pain And now It feels like dispersal The last place I left myself, has lost it’s sense of self Then after all of this is over Where do you plan to go? Just pack up your spirit And leave a thank you note? Lay side by side, just like the rest Release yourself, because you asked for it Brace yourself limited motions Panic rushes up my face Racing the angst Trying just to repel from radical danger Run And I know it looks bad But that’s because our visions don’t match And I dont care to see otherwise There’s a demand to be damned And I’m doing my part one last time Thank you for participating in this productive assemblance Your role will play crucially For the next in line Handing off my carcass Call it an oblation that is all what this was Just an intricately fashioned procedure Consumed by esoteric Perpetuality Everything I touch turns to sand And Falls from under My Feet