Pupil Slicer - No Temple

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Drawing influence from a myriad of genre classics across books, movies and videogames, Pupil Slicer crafted a story that conveys personal experiences via an other-worldly narrative creating a cohesive and confident sounding album that embraces ethereal singing, electronic breakdowns, and bold experimentation - though doesn’t shy away from a good hook and a catchy chorus - without ever losing sight of their core tenets.

A Cineoteric Films production
Produced and Directed by David Gregory
Director of Photography - James Morgan
Performer - May G Kelly

On this release PUPIL SLICER is:
Kate Davies - Guitars, Vocals, Keys
Josh Andrews - Drums
Luke Fabian - Bass & Backing Vocals
Frank Muir - Additional Lead Guitar

Produced and Mixed by Lewis Johns
Mastered by Grant Berry at Fader Mastering
Additional editing by Kurt Fagen & Kel Pinchin
Recorded at The Ranch Production House
Additional programming/keys by Lewis Johns
Artwork by .EPOD
Design and Concept by Kate Davies

LYRICS:

Don't try to break through.
Can't run from me.
Beg for your gods now.
Get down on your knees.

Die for one another,
blissful.

Don't you understand it?
What this means?
Blistering and tortured,
that’s you.

By fortune unfavoured,
these bonds they
have held blessed immortality.

A final calling to
step down from your throne.
My declaration - there is no temple.

I'll show you what you really are.
Dissension.
Meat just like the rest of us,
afraid of letting go.

Trapped in confession,
an unknown direction,
The world before.

From your skin I will glean
history, everything, what I am.

Destruction

Flashing,
surface,
process,
searching,
selfish,
immolation,
vision,
fading,
seeking,
simulation.

Shelter is found.
Escape through routes underground.

Temporary.
The safety compromised now.

Don't try to break through.
Can't run from me.
Beg for your gods now.
I will set you free.

A final calling to
step down from your throne.
My declaration - there is no temple.

Stay true and face oblivion.
Stop crawling.
Flooded with light impure,
there is no temple anymore.

Death.

Fascination with
clinging onto this there's no mistaking it.
Cycle must go on,
continuing eschewing renewing the galaxy.

It comes so costly.
lives are lost on it looking back trusting in
family again.
Where once flourishing, arid and atrophy, follow me.

No temple.

Collapsing into
horizon anew,
possibilities are
overwhelming, see
such atrocities.
All of the knowledge is me.

Quantum flatline.