Petrichor
Sadistik Lyrics


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[Sadistik:]
Talk about their neighborhoods intersects and boroughs
But I love instead in my head William S. Burroughs in my hands
I burrow with my hands on a burrow in the sand
'til it's purple and collapsed from the digging
Searching for a path to the virtue that I had
Surfaces will crack from the circles that I've ran in the city
City of the Living Dead wishing they could live again
Rip me into little shreds I'm filthy
Admitting all my differences drifting into bitterness
Kiss me 'til I'm innocent and kill me really
I feel rosy two pockets full of poesy
I'm nosy that's too obvious for Cody
Too cautious just to hold me like the cigarette I lit
Just to get another hit when new monsters can control me
And it's an arcane parlay but hearts aren't really heart shaped are they
I don't really know why but today is different from the last
I don't want to waste no time in wishing it would last
I can feel it in my skin hidden in my laugh
That this moment doesn't seem like a symptom of the past
I'm alive skipping by a land mine softly
Ship is gonna capsize probably it's okay
I'll make my own way that's my hobby
I don't want to be a sad eyed zombie with no brain
And that means that I'd pay-pay no mind of grate-grateful times
As days-days go by and leave
Rather lead a grace-graceful life and say-say no lies
And take-take both sides of me
I've fallen into more pieces than are countable
But put 'em back in a sequence that amounts
I'm finding for an out that can set me free from writer's block
I keep forgetting to remember everything that I forgot
Yea and they say when it rains it pours
I'll splash in puddles when I know I can't evade the storm
I'll burn another bridge just to make it warm
Then I'll throw myself inside, watch me burn myself alive
This is a witches hunt zip it up lips are shut
If I run quick enough then I'll come into some
Symptoms of innocence when it's crushed into dust
If I wasn't in love with it just give it up
I'm feeling cold and under pressure
And hide my nervousness with silence
But when a coal is under pressure
That's when it turns into a diamond
I've been in front of the line of fire to hold still
Watching all the people that try to bite through my stone will
Don't cross the bear with your beef or a cross to bear
You either take the higher road or be the road kill

[Talking: Sadistik]

On September the first 2007, I learned what it's like to feel the world collapse beneath me
To free fall for so long that you forget what the ground ever felt like in the first place
And the only thought you do have, is that when you finally land you hope it's hard enough that no piece of you will be discovered again
You see..
I watched my hero die that day my friends
And so far I have survived every day since
I have no choice but forward while being gnawed on by the birds of prey
Praying that I never have to take another step in the same direction
I am the deliverer of ashes
A cultivator of roses in my fathers name
And while I missed the pieces of myself that has been killed by my own hands
I celebrate the ones that I have created since
I have reinvented myself more times than I care to count and each one is a little less beautiful than the last which leads me to here, the now




The culmination of every moment of my life and I want nothing more than to tear every piece of my flesh off one by one to show you what's been hiding underneath
Because these are the flowers for my father

Overall Meaning

In "Petrichor", Sadistik talks about his internal battles and his search for meaning in life. He explains that he loves to have William S. Burroughs’ writing close to him while he digs with his hands in the sand, trying to find some meaning and purpose in his life. He talks about being a misfit and how his differences can lead to bitterness as he continues to search for something that will bring him happiness. Sadistik touches on the fleeting nature of time and how he wants to live a graceful life without any lies or regrets. He emphasizes his desire to be himself without being influenced by others, and how he wants to create a personal identity that reflects his values.


He then shares a personal experience of his hero dying and how it affected his life. He seems to struggle with moving forward while being haunted by thoughts of his hero's death. However, he also acknowledges that he has created different versions of himself over time, resulting in internal conflict as he assesses what remains of them. Sadistik concludes the song by dedicating his life's work to his late father.


Line by Line Meaning

Talk about their neighborhoods intersects and boroughs
People talk about their physical surroundings and where they intersect, but Sadistik prefers to live in his own mind


But I love instead in my head William S. Burroughs in my hands
Sadistik loves to read and hold the works of author William S. Burroughs in his mind


I burrow with my hands on a burrow in the sand
Sadistik digs in the sand like a burrow to find himself and his virtues


'til it's purple and collapsed from the digging
Sadistik digs so much that he causes the burrow in the sand to collapse and turn purple


Searching for a path to the virtue that I had
Sadistik is searching for a way to get back to his virtues that he had in the past


Surfaces will crack from the circles that I've ran in the city
The surfaces in the city will crack from the circles that Sadistik has run due to the weight of his problems


City of the Living Dead wishing they could live again
Sadistik is a part of the city of the living dead where people wish they could live again


Rip me into little shreds I'm filthy
Sadistik acknowledges his faults and dirty ways, and asks to be ripped apart into little pieces


Admitting all my differences drifting into bitterness
Sadistik admits to being different and feels himself drifting into bitterness due to it


Kiss me 'til I'm innocent and kill me really
Sadistik is asking for affection but is also asking to be killed for his shortcomings


I feel rosy two pockets full of poesy
Sadistik feels poetic and has a positive outlook, carrying his good virtues like two pockets full of roses


I'm nosy that's too obvious for Cody
Sadistik always asks questions and looks for answers, which might seem too obvious to people like Cody


Too cautious just to hold me like the cigarette I lit
Sadistik is cautious in his actions and views holding him like a lit cigarette as harmful


Just to get another hit when new monsters can control me
Sadistik is afraid of being addicted and being controlled by monsters that are different from his old ones


And it's an arcane parlay but hearts aren't really heart shaped are they
Sadistik is discussing love and its complexity, saying that hearts aren't actually heart-shaped


I don't really know why but today is different from the last
Sadistik doesn't know why, but he feels like today is different from the previous ones he's experienced


I don't want to waste no time in wishing it would last
Sadistik doesn't want to waste his time wishing for things that aren't going to last


I can feel it in my skin hidden in my laugh
Sadistik feels something within him that he tries to hide and it comes out in his laughter


That this moment doesn't seem like a symptom of the past
Sadistik feels that this moment isn't like anything he's experienced in the past


I'm alive skipping by a land mine softly
Sadistik is living life carefully like he's passing through a minefield


Ship is gonna capsize probably it's okay
Sadistik accepts that his ship might capsize and that's okay because he's prepared for it


I'll make my own way that's my hobby
Sadistik enjoys making his own path and way of life


I don't want to be a sad eyed zombie with no brain
Sadistik doesn't want to be a brainless zombie with sad eyes and no personality


And that means that I'd pay-pay no mind of grate-grateful times As days-days go by and leave
Sadistik doesn't want to take the good times for granted and lose them as the days pass by


Rather lead a grace-graceful life and say-say no lies
Sadistik wants to live his life with grace and honesty


And take-take both sides of me
Sadistik wants to embrace both sides of himself, the good and the bad


I've fallen into more pieces than are countable
Sadistik has fallen apart so many times that it's impossible to keep count


But put 'em back in a sequence that amounts
Sadistik is trying to put himself back together in a way that makes sense


I'm finding for an out that can set me free from writer's block
Sadistik is looking for a way out of writer's block, which is hindering his creativity


I keep forgetting to remember everything that I forgot
Sadistik forgets what he's forgotten and can't remember anything that he's trying to avoid


Yea and they say when it rains it pours
Sadistik acknowledges that when something bad happens, more bad things seem to follow


I'll splash in puddles when I know I can't evade the storm
Sadistik enjoys the small things in life and knows that he can't avoid the bigger obstacles


I'll burn another bridge just to make it warm
Sadistik will destroy another relationship just to get a temporary feeling of warmth


Then I'll throw myself inside, watch me burn myself alive
Sadistik will commit self-harm and watch as he destroys himself from the inside out


This is a witches hunt zip it up lips are shut
Sadistik is in a hunt for something and needs to keep quiet about it


If I run quick enough then I'll come into some
Sadistik is running away from something and hopes to find something new


Symptoms of innocence when it's crushed into dust
Sadistik looks for innocence but realizes that it's crushed into dust


If I wasn't in love with it just give it up
Sadistik will give up things that he isn't passionate about


I'm feeling cold and under pressure
Sadistik feels uncomfortable and pressured


And hide my nervousness with silence
Sadistik conceals his anxiety with silence


But when a coal is under pressure
Sadistik makes a comparison to a diamond in the rough, where pressure creates something beautiful


That's when it turns into a diamond
Sadistik believes that he can become something beautiful like a diamond from his current state


I've been in front of the line of fire to hold still
Sadistik has been in dangerous situations but has held his ground and not moved


Watching all the people that try to bite through my stone will
Sadistik is watching as people try to take him down and eat away at his willpower


Don't cross the bear with your beef or a cross to bear
Sadistik warns people to not mess with him or they will have to deal with the consequences


You either take the higher road or be the road kill
Sadistik says that people either need to be better than their circumstances or suffer the consequences


On September the first 2007, I learned what it's like to feel the world collapse beneath me
Sadistik talks about a specific event in his life when he hit rock bottom


To free fall for so long that you forget what the ground ever felt like in the first place
Sadistik fell so far down that he forgot what it was like to feel normal


And the only thought you do have, is that when you finally land you hope it's hard enough that no piece of you will be discovered again
Sadistik wishes that he was destroyed so badly that no one could ever find his pieces again


I watched my hero die that day my friends
Sadistik endured the death of someone he idolized


And so far I have survived every day since
Sadistik acknowledges that he is still alive and has made it through every day since that death


I have no choice but forward while being gnawed on by the birds of prey
Sadistik has no choice but to move forward while being attacked by obstacles in his life


Praying that I never have to take another step in the same direction
Sadistik hopes to never have to relive his painful past


I am the deliverer of ashes
Sadistik sees himself as someone who delivers ashes or destruction


A cultivator of roses in my fathers name
Sadistik is a creator of beauty and growth in the memory of his father


And while I missed the pieces of myself that has been killed by my own hands
Sadistik regrets the parts of himself that he has destroyed


I celebrate the ones that I have created since
Sadistik celebrates the parts of himself that he has rebuilt and created again


I have reinvented myself more times than I care to count and each one is a little less beautiful than the last which leads me to here, the now
Sadistik has reinvented himself countless times and each time, he feels a little less beautiful but has led him to his current state


The culmination of every moment of my life and I want nothing more than to tear every piece of my flesh off one by one to show you what's been hiding underneath
Sadistik wants to reveal every part of himself for what it truly is, no matter how painful it is to show


Because these are the flowers for my father
Sadistik dedicates what he reveals to his father and the memory of his father




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Maria Diaz

Talk about their neighborhoods intersects and boroughs
But I live instead in my head William S. Burroughs in my hands
I burrow with my hands on a burrow in the sand
'til it's purple and collapsed from the digging
Searching for a path to the virtue that I had
Surfaces will crack from the circles that I've ran in the city
City of the Living Dead wishing they could live again
Rip me into little shreds I'm filthy
Admitting all my differences drifting into bitterness
Kiss me 'til I'm innocent and kill me really
I feel rosy two pockets full of poesy
I'm nosy that's too obvious for Cody
Too cautious just to hold me like the cigarette I lit
Just to get another hit when new monsters can control me
And it's an arcane parlay but hearts aren't really heart shaped are they
I don't really know why but today is different from the last
I don't want to waste no time in wishing it could last
I can feel it in my skin hidden in my laugh
That this moment doesn't feel like a symptom of the past
I'm alive skipping by a land mine softly
The ship is gonna capsize probably it's okay
I'll make my own way that's my hobby
I don't want to be a sad eyed zombie with no brain
And that means that I'd pay-pay no mind of grate-grateful times
As days-days go by and leave
Rather lead a grace-graceful life and say-say no lies
And take-take both sides of me
I've fallen into more pieces than are countable
But put ?em back in a sequence that amounts
I'm finding for an out that can set me free from writer's block
I keep forgetting to remember everything that I forgot
Yea and they say when it rains it pours
I'll splash in puddles when I know I can't evade the storm
I'll burn another bridge just to make it warm
Then i'll throw myself inside, watch me burn myself alive
This is a witches hunt zip it up lips are shut
If I run quick enough then I'll come into some
Symptoms of innocence when it's crushed into dust
If I wasn't in love with it just give it up
I'm feeling cold and under pressure
And hide my nervousness with silence
But when a coal is under pressure
That's when it turns into a diamond
I've been in front of the line of fire to hold still
Watching all the people that try to bite through my stone will
Don't cross the bear with your beef or a cross to bear
You either take the higher road or be the road kill

(Talking: Sadistik)
On September the first 2007, I learned what it's like to feel the world collapse beneath me
To free fall for so long that you forget what the ground ever felt like in the first place
And the only thought you do have, is that when you finally land you hope as hard as enough that no piece of you will be discovered again
You see..
I watched my hero die that day my friends,
And so far I have survived every day since
I have no choice but to forward while being nod on by the birds of prey
Praying that I never have to take another step in the same direction
I am the deliverer of ashes
A cultivator of roses in my fathers name
And while I missed the pieces of myself that has been killed by my own hands,
I celebrate the ones that I have created since
I have reinvented myself more times than I care to count and each one is a little less beautiful than the last
Which leads me to here, the now
The culmination of every moment of my life and I want nothing more than to tear every piece of my flesh off one by one to show you what's been hiding underneath,
Because these are the flowers for my father



All comments from YouTube:

Tim Bavaro

Sadistik is something wicked wit the visions he shares, sick bro.

Maria Diaz

Talk about their neighborhoods intersects and boroughs
But I live instead in my head William S. Burroughs in my hands
I burrow with my hands on a burrow in the sand
'til it's purple and collapsed from the digging
Searching for a path to the virtue that I had
Surfaces will crack from the circles that I've ran in the city
City of the Living Dead wishing they could live again
Rip me into little shreds I'm filthy
Admitting all my differences drifting into bitterness
Kiss me 'til I'm innocent and kill me really
I feel rosy two pockets full of poesy
I'm nosy that's too obvious for Cody
Too cautious just to hold me like the cigarette I lit
Just to get another hit when new monsters can control me
And it's an arcane parlay but hearts aren't really heart shaped are they
I don't really know why but today is different from the last
I don't want to waste no time in wishing it could last
I can feel it in my skin hidden in my laugh
That this moment doesn't feel like a symptom of the past
I'm alive skipping by a land mine softly
The ship is gonna capsize probably it's okay
I'll make my own way that's my hobby
I don't want to be a sad eyed zombie with no brain
And that means that I'd pay-pay no mind of grate-grateful times
As days-days go by and leave
Rather lead a grace-graceful life and say-say no lies
And take-take both sides of me
I've fallen into more pieces than are countable
But put ?em back in a sequence that amounts
I'm finding for an out that can set me free from writer's block
I keep forgetting to remember everything that I forgot
Yea and they say when it rains it pours
I'll splash in puddles when I know I can't evade the storm
I'll burn another bridge just to make it warm
Then i'll throw myself inside, watch me burn myself alive
This is a witches hunt zip it up lips are shut
If I run quick enough then I'll come into some
Symptoms of innocence when it's crushed into dust
If I wasn't in love with it just give it up
I'm feeling cold and under pressure
And hide my nervousness with silence
But when a coal is under pressure
That's when it turns into a diamond
I've been in front of the line of fire to hold still
Watching all the people that try to bite through my stone will
Don't cross the bear with your beef or a cross to bear
You either take the higher road or be the road kill

(Talking: Sadistik)
On September the first 2007, I learned what it's like to feel the world collapse beneath me
To free fall for so long that you forget what the ground ever felt like in the first place
And the only thought you do have, is that when you finally land you hope as hard as enough that no piece of you will be discovered again
You see..
I watched my hero die that day my friends,
And so far I have survived every day since
I have no choice but to forward while being nod on by the birds of prey
Praying that I never have to take another step in the same direction
I am the deliverer of ashes
A cultivator of roses in my fathers name
And while I missed the pieces of myself that has been killed by my own hands,
I celebrate the ones that I have created since
I have reinvented myself more times than I care to count and each one is a little less beautiful than the last
Which leads me to here, the now
The culmination of every moment of my life and I want nothing more than to tear every piece of my flesh off one by one to show you what's been hiding underneath,
Because these are the flowers for my father

E

Yup thank you

Penguinnootnoot p

thank you

brett5569

Man you and sadistik were the best together. Are you guys ever gonna do another EP or songs?

Travis S

You're a beast kid comp

Ryan Wyrick

who the hell wouldn't love this s***..... so fresh.....

Groke

Stfu

Julien Mars

So dope

fru2zzy

dope

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