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This album is exploring the magma of human nature.

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released April 1, 2016

Created, recorded, mixed and mastered by Sadig Alizada in the OMM Studio. Link: bit.ly/2iucldK Album artwork - Narmin Behbudova.

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Lavatory Service Baku, Azerbaijan

Lavatory Service is a one-man project, which is a conceptual and weird fusion of wide variety of genres mainly focusing on psychedelic, progressive, depressive and stoner sound.

Created, recorded, mixed and mastered by Sadig Alizada.
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Track Name: I, Sail
We’re still at the prizing
When they’re looking at me
Wishing that i was the same
Wishing that i was here to play

It was surprisingly delayed
Swooping deeper into the field of need
Somewhere there’s climber and weed
Someone else’s teeth opt and it goes deeper at me

I, to the sea, to the shore
Where nothing is may
Sail, through the sin, through the wales
Where nothing is more
Throw your own dead back, who wants to pay?
Seeking out the deepest of me

(So that it is
Where demons of me go through dispute of holding that thing back at me
They puncture through my skull and weave through my mind, keeping it safe and sound, however, it is Not as sound as it used to be when they were away.
Sculptures of caked pie is flowing through my head
I’m watching some insects fuck, but think about my favourite, exclusive worms in my head
Never liked to imitate, never liked to suffocate a smile when you know it’s not funny
Creatures rise through my limb and flickering away to the deepest of waters that i have (veins)
And all i can do is repeat, repeat, repeat, ’till i’ve nothing to spare
To sphere
To snare
To snare
To bear)

I, through the wales, through the sea
Where nothing is may
Sail, through the wales, through the wings
Where nothing is more
Somewhere from seeking out for me
I throw myself at dump of reasons, wait

Yeah, all alone, shifting out the way
Forging away all the black lights
Forfeiting the blackest of my means
Approaching to the whispers of me.
Track Name: Forging Out Days
This is going to be violence
For all those who dissolve and
Someone would accuse you
Are we not gonna miss you?

Sit down in fire
For your will and dishonest
Nobody will lose you
And no one will abuse you

Forging out days
Forcing them away
Forging out days
Forging them away

This is going to be violence
For all thought that defines it
No one will abuse you
And nobody will lose you
Sit down in fire
On your sloppy define and
Nobody will lose you
And no one will abuse you

Forging out days
Forcing them away
Forging out days
Forging them away

Forging out days
Forcing them away
Forging out days
Forging them away

Forging out days
Forcing them away
Forging out days
Forcing them away
Track Name: Flap, Sink and Loot
See in edge
Like a bullet
From the sun
Like my son.
Can’t just tell
I’m so freckled
As a teen
Like my gun.

Came from north
Far from evening
Sun will rise and let us see
When it’s time for me to suffer
I’m so sober
Like my dream.

We all leap
Through the daylight
As the moon turned back on us.
Can we breathe?
Just for tooltip?
Day can come
And blind our minds.

Came from north
Far from evening
Sun will rise and let us see
When it’s time for me to suffer
I’m so sober
Like my dream.

Not to tell
I’m so lazy
I can fly
In my eye.
You can tell we are basic
But we’ll flap, chop sink and loot.



See in edge
Like a bullet
From the sun
Like my son.
Can’t just tell
I’m so freckled
As a teen
Like my gun.

Came from north
Far from evening
Sun will rise and let us see
When it’s time for me to suffer
I’m so sober
Like my dream.

We all leap
Through the daylight
As the moon turned back on us.
Can we breathe?
Just for tooltip?
Day can come
And blind our minds.
Track Name: The Gut
Seeing through the lines.
Seeking down the fires.
Swimming from the Wales.
Learning through production and fails.
Seeing with my eyes,
Looking for the ties.
Seeing down the veils,
Looking through corrections and hails.

Seeing nothing much.
Can it be the judge? 
All the cold is foam,
Forming big irresistible wall.
Try to circulate 
And matriculate/particulate
What is down there now.
Looking for a piece of my dial.

Good night.
Good night.
Good night.
Good night.

Flames are getting hired,
You are like the dire,
Facing nothing much,
Having troubles farming this batch.
Nothing here is small.
Waking up with roam.
Flying too much down, 
Think that there something yet to be found.

Flying down the veils,
Swimming through the Wales.
Seeing nothing much.
All that I can give can be such
Morality and some mortality.
Spare the life of kings,
Gut your shoulder, come with your bees.

When I'm awake I feel the
Damage of my dreams and you are the host.
And so I wait for my kidneys to be spared 
And I wait the most. 
Getting deeper, womb is dark.
Following the teaches of so-called Dark.
Nothing is there, but I may hope.
I think I'm finding children at the final fucking deepest spot of the womb.

Good night.
Good night.
Good night.
Good night.
Good night.
Good night.
Good night.
Good night.

What about the dreams?
Nothing can be idled by you until you're sure you're the right one to do it.
Fuck this conception.
Fuck it.
Track Name: The Birdview
Creature with no head, just a jade in a bed/stead, game.
It's seeking out the way to play better to bait, yeah.
All is causing one to lose the garbage of day
To find a stake in a moody dust of the soothing doorway, lay.

This is flawless as spark of disgust of your name,
Part of freeing's forgotten long way in a bane.
This immolation has nothing to do with the rage,
Burning limbs are here all fucking over the place.

Gentle acid is flowing on your dignity,
Which is, by the way, half part of the mortality.
Sailing through the sea won’t help you at all,
Juking around the waves is part of what we call “the home”.

Free the kids of your mind, separate from your kind.
Damage done by yourself, nothing more than your shell.
What we call “pity” is just another form of egoism,
Fake fucking moralism, altruism, realism.

They've heard you all say
We never made a day.
They've you all say
You’ll never go away.
We've heard you all cringe
At the mistakes of your itch.
I’ve heard we all say
You’ll never be the God of your being.

Dead people all over the world gain the pity
Of the stupid people with the disguised self-dignity.
Helping poor just to get better in the eyes of the thing,
They don’t trouble ‘bout being the meek.

Humping on yourself, jumping off the fail.
Cliffhanging lives that much better than death.
Rotting your mind off, chopping bulk and bluff.
Looking at the wall, wasting your mind off, fall to bole (Bole)

Think a fucking day about sorting what’s there inside,
Brawling species of your life, what a fucking lie.
What a fucking lie, what a fucking lie? My lie.
Damage is done to your cells - you’re castrated - bye.

Looking deep inside that glutting white main cry, but
Far heading down just to prove you are prying, (Hi)
Mind’s just fetching out, turn the fuck around, (Bluffing, hired)
Gentle fuckery leads to depression. (Bring it in, die)

Come and bring it on, come and bring it here.
God’s collecting grey matter, it’s so sweet and sincere.
Phenomenal butchery is going through some of the probes.
Sinking kingdom's grace can not be won. (Not be won)

They've heard you all say
We never made a day.
They've you all say
You’ll never go away.
We've heard you all cringe
At the mistakes of your itch.
I’ve heard we all say
You’ll never be the God of your being.


Over
Over

Start it
Puncture the wall

We are hoping
You're not done
We are turning
To a pole
Past and freedom
Joke and love

Falling back into the sea.
Fields of snakes, means smile at me.
Falling back into the sea.
Falling sane and nailing free.

Law
Signs
Guts
Love
More
I need more
Time
Files
Sea
Wishing in need
Bluff
Glands
Lost for good
Better stay for good

(See your life in a bird view.
Fractures of the immobilised creature, shivering in the fragments of self-indulgent.
Blunt is over, you’re not hovering.
Restricting your thoughts not to reach magma, so crafty.
No words, no sanity, no gyrus.)

I, through the wales, through the sea
Where nothing is may
Sail, through the wales, through the wings
Where nothing is more.
Somewhere from seeking out for me
I throw myself at dump of reasons, wait.

Yeah, all alone you shifted out the way
Forged away all the black lights
Fulfilled the blackest of your means
(Still) Approaching to the whispers of “me”.