by Eidola

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Forever lost in the space between the mountains and the sea. Never forgive, never forget, God’s grace will never comfort me again. And I’m spent. I’ve worn out my welcome in this place. Now I’ve come to take the throne.
My intention is to explore the realm of consciousness and the human condition. To make mention of my gratitude and procession I speak without apprehension. This constancy in unity is all that I know and all that I see. Existence will consume us all and what we will grow to be. What confines you? Who holds the strings? And how does it define your purpose? I want to know I want to know your perception. Give us everything you have. Give us the truth, and we’ll give you consistency. A place to reside in this complex design, where grandeur is fated and fear can resign. Carve your path (manifest destiny) Stake a claim (rewrite your history) Do the math (as flawless as entropy) Make a name (disregard vanity) Oh, brother, can you hear me speaking? Oh, brother, can't you see you’re still sleeping? I’ll be your redeemer from this world you created. Will we know God?
I went wandering around the devil's sea Searching for the skeleton key (I tried to drown my demons) (But I taught them how to swim) To unlock my patience (I keep giving in) (Cutting holes in my boat) And understand my self-control (They dance on the sails) (And set fire to my hope) To tame the lion that is will is a burden and a blessing Most just let desire run its coarse But I will not sit idly by And let him devour my roots All of my doubt Does nothing but monopolize I tell myself "Let it go. Let it go." When you realize Your addictions keep you polarized You will learn to let it go Let it go We detach and isolate When we're just fractions of a whole But in the ways we are connect Lie the signal and the soul I will not sit idly by and sell my confidence for timid ways All of my doubt Does nothing but monopolize I tell myself "Let it go. Let it go." When you realize Your addictions keep you polarized You will learn to let it go Let it go I'll cut you out Never to haunt me again
First we must prove we can work. That we are deserving of the penance and the sacred dirt. Because our constitution is buried int he soil, while our ambition seeks to ascertain and toil in the high. Do you really know what’s real anymore? Then we must move. Invite ourselves as conduits to congregate in lieu of all the disparity we hold in our hearts and the unanswered questions that tear us apart. I could show you everything I know, but I was told that honest art is dead. You could give me a bed when I’ve got nowhere to go, but you were told that good nature is all in your head. When will we lead ourselves to water and drink ourselves clean in the well? When will we see our sins as fodder, transcend the judgement and bid farewell? When we are one, we will discern a meaning. When we are one, we are consecrated.
I am a man of conviction Good intentions and humility You are a liar, with no remorse A boy with no solidity I dream bigger and brighter Softer and louder Broader and more in tune To delve into the conscious space That is my self indulgent swoon Have I ever steered you wrong? Have I ever done you harm? All I wanted was the best for us, But you're still sounding the alarm Have I given you anything short, Of everything essential In showing you your potential? You will take all you want from me Oh, the innocence I lack You will take all you want from me But I will take it all back in the end I'll never lay down and die For I am all that is love All that is light I'll never compromise For I was born of this world To take back the night Mortality is cyclical We cringe at every yaw But finality is infinite And universal law
Oh what it is to be selfless, formless and incomplete. Limitless proliferation without the complications. If you don’t know where to go from here, then I suggest you listen well and speak loud and clear. Disassociate yourself from what you know. Seek the truth and we will overflow. I’m just a man in a world of God. I bargain for my freedom, but lately I’ve been coming up short, so I wager for my innocence and try to cut the cord. Oh how I try to cut the cord. There’s no going back, we’ve sealed our fate here in this realm, but I know that you can find a way out of this hell. And I’ll be waiting near the light for you. I waited my whole life for that sacred moment, now I’m ready to cave in. Transcend the end.
On the day you sold your faith for a chance to be heard, you spoke so softly that no one could make out your word. With all those thoughts on salvation you’ve yet to convey, and the constant maintenance of yourself on display, are you okay? I feel the weight of the world reshape, reform and progress. I hear the dissonance of ignorance relive, retain and convalesce. Am I cursed to walk the earth empty handed and afraid of every tangible outcome or every possible mistake? My eyes burn brighter with each passing gaze, and I know that in the end I have numbered their days. So it goes. Oh, contra, we give you everything to mean nothing at all. You’re just a stranger.
Divide 05:52
I’ve been treading water, tracing fire across the sky. Killing all the daylight in your un-dreaming eyes. Would you hear a melody if it didn’t rhyme? Could you feel a rhythm seal your place in time? For centuries we’ve squandered everything that’s sacred. These centuries we’ve stuttered to replicate the frequency. I was born to remain, you were born to resist. All the lies you maintain, all the ques that I missed. We were the invulnerable everything with nothing left to feel. As you and I divide, we’ll compromise and learn to know what’s real. Your wanderlust never carried us, nor satisfied the need to be saved. Your highness never pardoned us, now we wait in squalor as saints. I am the tyrant, you are the defeated. I am the ocean you are the depleted. I am the beggar, you are the wealthy. I am the proud, you are the one who made me. Don’t let go. My arms are full and my burden heavy. I need to know that all of this is more than temporary. We'll never know what's real.
Compromise 03:02
Oh, my friend, look at what we’ve built. A hermetic sanctuary from all our pain and guilt. They say it comes in waves, the swell and the receding. As you and I both know these weighted thoughts are never fleeting. This great exchange (who will proceed us) Our egos displaced (when we fade away) Life rearranged (to prove it’s not pointless) Providence interlaced (so that we can stay) You claim to be a martyr but your hands are far too clean. These post modern methods have done us all in. We’ve lost sight of the function, now where to begin?
It's easy to get lost Swimming through the currents Of absolutes Of "us" and "them" Now a history of vanity Is all that we have left And it's time to clean up the mess This can't be all there is We were born for so much more than prescriptions and caving in This can't be all there is I've seen hope when love is fleeting Broken men rebuilt in the image of what we will grow to be As evolution marches on The helix frays A future birthed for all of man But would you say the same? Or hold rationale to circumvent blame? This can't be all there is We were born for so much more than prescriptions and caving in This can't be all there is I've seen hope when love is fleeting Broken men rebuilt in the image of what we will grow to be We hold our bones to the light And pray that our fractures have earned us the right To be saved But in the gravity of our situation We have learned Man is simply undeserving, and impossible to mold If at any point you find this burden too heavy to bear And in turn feel yourself sinking in the almighty sea of despair Then I promise you this. . . "I will jump ship the first chance I get. . . I will comfort you. . . We can save each other"
Dreamer, are you listening? All of your children sit and wonder, “where have you been?” We came here for the sound to overcome the shaking ground beneath my feet. Buried under the soil to expand. Rebuild the monument lost in sand. Restore the balance to the land. “To those of you desperately searching for the end, you’ll search forever in the dark. To those of you eager to begin again, your eager eyes won’t tell life and death apart.” It’s time to wake up. Dreamer, you’re not listening, all of your children wane and wander. Where have you been? We want the cure to everything we can’t afford. This life is not enough for us. We want eternity and more. To play God in a metaphor. “Oh, you restless ungrateful, when will you learn? You manifest the construct. You only borrow what you earn. The temple that you seek, it isn’t mine (then let it burn, we'll cast our stones aside) I’ve given you the tools of grand design. (overgrown thoughts of our demise) The nature of the gift is astringent. (trading faiths, empire's remorse) The complex of ascent is contingent. (ends of time, redesign recourse) But this world that you’ve created deals in murder and deceit. Where profit margins far outweigh the death toll of defeat. And your leaders have abandoned every shred of moral code, the reflexatory impulse of a planet growing cold. So if life is an illusion, and death is just a door, then we must come to the conclusion that we don’t know what’s in store. And that answer begs the question ”well, what is it you believe?” but existence is subjective, you only know what you receive. I will write this down on paper so that I can sound it out. Document a conscious function we can’t afford to go without. If feeling is believing you cannot hold it with your fists. But if you need to know the answers, then let me ask you this. “When you pass away will you leave behind your mistakes? Will you move onto unconscious bliss, or dissipate in the abyss, based on decisions that you made?" Well I know you won’t find me there. We’ve shaped the earth., our brothers come to call. Trace your roots, strengthen your resolve. Where is our resolve?
Eternal light in the space between the crown and matrices. Never misgive, never regret. Her grace will always find me in the end. I’ve spent every ounce of faith I had to give. Now I’ve come to build the throne.


released May 5, 2015

Eidola is:

Andrew Wells - Vocals, Guitar
Brandon Bascom - Guitar, Vocals
James Johnson - Bass
Matthew Dommer - Guitar, Vocals
Matthew Hansen - Drums

All music written and recorded by Eidola
Lyrics by Andrew Wells and Matthew Dommer
Concept by Eidola
Produced by William Swan and Josh Benton
Recorded and mixed at Pus Cavern Studios in Sacramento, CA by Josh Benton
Mastered by Kris Crummet
Artwork by Taylor Harpster
Layout design by Andrew Wells
Published by Blue Swan Records

© 2015 Eidola
© 2015 Blue Swan Records

For booking:
[Donovan Melero at Artery Global]

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Eidola is a five piece experimental post-hardcore band from Salt Lake City, UT. To Speak, To Listen out now.


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