DESCRIPTION:
Sadistik - Free Spirits

Director: Sadistik
Co-director: Tim Jensen
Directory of photography: Tim Jensen
Make up: Laney Chantal & Miranda Jory
Editor: Jason Christopher

Song produced by Ryu Alexy, Jimmy Kelso & Graham O'Brien

"Free Spirits" is from Sadistik's upcoming album Altars.
Look for it April 14th in stores and online.

Pre-orders are available now at http://sadistik.merchnow.com.

Thank you Gaspar Noe.

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Lyrics:
Self-fulfilling not full of myself
I'll show em my hell
And when I go I'll pull it myself
December snow all cold that I felt
No coal that I felt could be a diamond
I squeezed and mined it Inshallah
Gave it a shot it stayed on my palms
Napalms don't seem to mind it stigmata
Everything I touch King Midas
Gold ain't really worth that much it's a crutch be honest
They're colorblind I see violets
Backwards Bergman's Persona
Everybody humming all the hymns
Homonyms flooding with the fish
Going with the flow running with the rest
That lowly-lowly-low still drumming on my ribs
Oh no save me from my life
Take me on a flight
Isn't it interesting isn't it great?
We disintegrate integrate drift into space
Like cosmic dust I was born a star
A storm that started a wanderlust
My omnibus is a work in progress
’Til posthumous no god I trust

They want us all to get fucked up
Free spirits
Free spirits
Free spirits

Fireball shots fire thy blunderbuss
Wounds hide inside wondrous
Knife juggler sliced jugular
They utter but I'm subtler
Cognitive summoner
Cognizant front runner
Running up’s not an option I'm opting to run amuck
Not one of Arsenic's stomachers
Let's put the cult in culture
I put the volt to vultures
Electric birds fly over oceans
Open sojourn soaked in sulfur
Those broken bones burn the same
Don't you know we’re to blame
We sold our souls over chosen flames went to search the plains
And maintained hope floats, it won't turn to rain
(So turn up) Nah motherfucker get down
Don't get involved head down
Holes that we all head down, take another shot get rounds
Then chase another shot get rounds
Round here people tattoo to count years
Crocodile tears drown fears
Dirtiest mirrors perfect appearance
Murder each other turn em to spirits yea