No New Friends

Eternal Solitude: Sadistik's Ode to Isolation and Decay
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Lyrics

Little square tab turned blues light violet

Reference to a psychedelic experience; a tab of a drug causing a shift in perception.

I don't sell drugs just buy them, summon my lycan

Not involved in drug dealing but indulges in drug use; references summoning a mythical wolf creature.

Cracked glass luck of the Irish

Symbolic reference to broken luck, associating with Irish superstitions.

Black mass none of us pious, try us

Acknowledgment of a lack of religious piety; defiance when challenged.

Teeth marks from the touch of my Midas

Imagery of leaving a mark or impact, comparing to the touch of Midas.

Reach hearts with a cut from a knife tip

Expressing the ability to emotionally wound others, using a knife as a metaphor.

Tight fists, typhus thoughts like a virus

Mind consumed by negative thoughts, likened to a contagious virus.

Spread like a plague pay alms to your highness

Negative influence spreading widely, possibly a commentary on societal issues.

Tatted death on the arms to remind them

Tattooed reminder of mortality, confronting the inevitability of death.

Swallowed sunshine for the darkness inside

Choosing to endure hardships (darkness) for personal growth (swallowing sunshine).

I got more cells than the stars in the sky

Feeling vast and complex, like the stars in the sky; a sense of isolation.

Guess I'm compartmentalized, excised

Admitting to emotional compartmentalization and removal of certain aspects.

Crash talk test drive left limbs on the asphalt

Reckless behavior with consequences, comparing it to a test drive.

Exhale gas head-trips from the capsules

Recreational drug use leading to altered perceptions and experiences.

That part, made abstract art

Creation of art from life's chaotic and bloody elements.

Out of blood puddles and the transplant parts

Using violent and grim experiences to create something meaningful.


No new friends just dust in the wind

Repetition of the chorus, emphasizing the theme of avoiding new connections.

Dead cells set sail gusts on my skin

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Everything ugly nothing to give

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Hands match blood on my lips

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No new friends just dust in the wind

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Dead cells set sail gusts on my skin

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Everything ugly nothing to give

-

Hands match blood on my lips

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No new friends just dust in the wind

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Dead cells set sail gusts on my skin

-

Everything ugly nothing to give

-

Hands match blood on my lips

-

No new friends just dust in the wind

-

Dead cells set sail gusts on my skin

-

Everything ugly nothing to give

-

Hands match blood on my lips

-

No new friends

Emphasizing the theme of avoiding new connections, repeated for emphasis.


No friends better than the fake friends

Highlighting the idea that fake friends are worse than having no friends at all.

Flowers always growing from my brainstem

Expressing disdain for cowardice and fake displays of emotion.

Now I'm writing poems for the ravens

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Cowards always showing that they're craven

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Feelings on display for entertainment

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Still I'm on a plain until I cave in

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I'll give it all away until I'm vacant

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Turn physical decay into a painting

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I'm Heaven high get stoned, let the eyes red glow

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Skin is like whetstone, send 'em my headstone

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Glimmer shine gemstones, winter hides chest bone

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Give 'em my flesh now, get in my Dead Zone

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Let's go find a rose patch full of petrol

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Let go sign ya toe tag with an XO

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Exoskeleton repellent from the death toll

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Sad the Impaler put the pale upon a bedpost

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No new friends just dust in the wind

Reiteration of the chorus, reinforcing the reluctance to form new friendships.

Dead cells set sail gusts on my skin

-

Everything ugly nothing to give

-

Hands match blood on my lips

-

No new friends just dust in the wind

-

Dead cells set sail gusts on my skin

-

Everything ugly nothing to give

-

Hands match blood on my lips

-

No new friends just dust in the wind

-

Dead cells set sail gusts on my skin

-

Everything ugly nothing to give

-

Hands match blood on my lips

-

No new friends just dust in the wind

-

Dead cells set sail gusts on my skin

-

Everything ugly nothing to give

-

Hands match blood on my lips

-

No new friends

Final affirmation of the desire to avoid new friends, concluding the song.

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