Half Empty

by The Caulfield Cult

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released July 10, 2015

nick prasat kumar - vocals, guitar
brian chiong - bass
syahadi samad - drums

recorded at lithe paralogue september-october 2014
mixed by nick prasat kumar
mastered by ed hall
album art by nick prasat kumar

Buy here: www.missthestars-records.com/product/the-caulfield-cult-half-empty-vinyl/

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Track Name: Ditch
i've spent years being in and out of a ditch, a hole i've dug.
now the ground above, it seems so far away.
i've spent years being in and out of a ditch, a hole i've dug.
now security, well it means everything.
hide your horns, bury your secrets, don't let the devils hear your thoughts.
turn away, don't look at me as my body rots.
turn away, don't look at me as i decay.
Track Name: Sad Sack
for the first time, i can see it, my reflection, an awakening from a sadness, a lack of reason.
days spent carving conversations with myself, here's an idea:
take it easy, you've lost everything
you can't come back from this, just hide your head in shame

from the last time, i felt something, medication did a proper job with the numbing, knowing reason
and the comfort of putting me to sleep, or at least convinced im sane.
take it easy, you've lost everything
you can't come back from this, just hide your head in shame.
just drown yourself in your own pain.
Track Name: Tails Don't Grow Back
i feel it in my bones, the rotting of my veins that you left cold
i never made it home the day you left me bleeding on the floor.
there's something creeping up on me, it haunts with every shallow breath.
the rats come out at night to feed away on what remains.
i feel the ripping of my flesh as teeth gnaw slowly through my skin.
there's something creeping up on me, it haunts with every shallow breath.
now we're nothing but a memory you carved on me with broken glass.