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The bpm differs slightly on guitar and synth, to make it as uncomfortable to listen to as possible. Sometimes you cannot use words to convey feelings from the edge of sanity.

You can't make shit like this, whitout mental issues, can you?

"The Psykonaut is a traveller, of his own mind. Forever in search of the truth. He must travel alone, because the truths have made the toils of man insignificant to him. He has seen the poppies of Verdun, growing in the fields of ignorance and hate, the slaves dancing for their masters. He has no pity. The cancer eats it self. His journy continues." Lyrics are greatly inspired by the writings of J. Bjørneboe and Albert Camus. One must imagine Sisophys happy.

The title refers to the time of year, when the putrefication, decaying and rotting of organic matter peaks, in late summer, early fall. When dead bodies surface in lakes and harbours. This is the mental version

Inner Turmoil made this song, and recorded, while toiletbowl- drunk, and didn't even remeber doing it. A look into the head of a drunken madman, it's not pretty, it's rock n roll baby.