Amor fati. It didn’t happen to us, it happened for us. This world owes us nothing; it literally just wants to eat us. If ever our spirit is broken, sometimes necessarily so, it is our responsibility to repair it. Our choice is to heal and continue forward, or remain wounded and perish. Therefore, we must become commanders of our own destinies. We must continually revisit failure on our path to success, and acknowledge that the journey for self improvement never ends.

“Meanwhile, Onward!” is the 6th solo album from Colter. Recorded at home from July 2022 - April 2023, the album is 100% DIY— all songs were written, programmed, edited, engineered, mixed, and mastered by the artist. The album’s 7 songs (clocking in at over 40 minutes total) blend elements of alternative, metal, psychedelia, electro, hardcore, thrash, shoegaze, space rock, goth rock, sludge, and doom into a uniquely heavy but accessible concept album about awareness, transcendence, and perseverance.

07 - LEVEL UP

06 - TEMPORARY GNOSIS

05 - GHOUL HEAVEN

04 - EUTHANASIA SPACE CAMP

03 - OOF

02 - BATTLEZONES

01 - QUEST BECOME SACRAMENT

This song was inspired by 90's sludge and old school doom/stoner music. I consider this a demo song.

Hate of Saturn

What is this life?
Did I wake up inside my mind?
Or did my mind wake up inside me?
Flood of static—hollow echoes—spiral freeze—
Is awareness just a shadow trailing something I can’t see?

Age pulling—twisting—thinning—breaking—
Vision drowns—sound dissolves—grip slipping fast.
Tired—tired—tired—tired—
Was I built to last?

Trapped—spinning—chained—inside—outside—nowhere—
Can I? No. Can I? No. Can I? No!
Twist the lock! Turn the key! Find a door that leads to me!
Can I change the things I see?

I lay down—light fractures—blackout—
Disconnect but I can’t—
Everything— happening—inside—
Dark thoughts hum—pull—sink—fade—
A lullaby where hope decays.

Every question cracks—like—glass in frozen wind—
Shards of yesterday—twist—spin—scatter—
Are you real? Or just a silhouette of what was left?

Falling—falling—where’s the ground?
Nothing’s up—nothing’s down—
Everything—twisting—pulling—fraying—
Screaming—choking—wailing—praying—
LET IT BURN—LET IT BREAK—
LET IT GO—

A bitter symphony of breath and void—
A voice left screaming through the noise.
I want to stop—
but I can’t.

I lay down—light fractures—blackout—
Disconnect but I can’t—
Everything— happening—inside—
Dark thoughts hum—pull—sink—fade—
A lullaby where hope decays.

What is this?—No, wait—what?
Did I wake up inside my mind?
Or did my mind wake up inside me?
Flood of static—hollow echoes—spiral freeze—
Is awareness just a shadow trailing something I can’t see?

Lyrics by Mårten Olofsson. Protected under intellectual property law.

Shattered Promises

I dig—deep—deeper—further—
Clawing through the cracks of what they say is real—
Hands bleeding—walls bending—time slipping—
Am I breaking through, or am I just breaking?

This world—this structure—these lines in the sand—
Are they walls, or just illusions built by shaking hands?
I scratch—I cut—I tear apart the frame—
But every thread I pull just weaves me back the same!

Am I code— (no no no—shut it out—break the loop—run the script—ERROR!—)
Am I code— (no no no—shut it out—break the loop—run the script—ERROR!—)
Am I—? (ERROR!—ERROR!—)

I dig—I dig—I dig—I DIG—
Through circuits and blood, through stone and dust—
If I scream, do I break the cage?
Or do I just hear my own voice fade?

Every edge—pixelated—
Every shadow—fabricated—
Every thought—calculated—
Every breath—EXE.CUT.ED.—

Cut the wire— (ERROR—STATIC—RECALCULATING—)
Burn the code— (FAILURE—INVALID FUNCTION—)
Break the loop— (DO NOT RESIST—DO NOT RESIST—DO NOT—)
(—no no no—YES!—BREAK IT!—YES!—DESTROY IT!—YES!—RUN—RUN—RUN—)

Is this real?
Is this mine?
Am I built—designed—confined?
Or am I free?

I dig—I dig—I dig—I DIG—
Through circuits and blood, through stone and dust—
If I scream, do I break the cage?
Or do I just hear my own voice fade?

I hope—I hope—I hope—I’m not—just—code…
I hope—I hope—I hope—I’m not—just—code…
[ERROR.]

Lyrics by Mårten Olofsson. Protected under intellectual property law.

Holes In Reality

somehow… some way…
we were built… designed… wired to seek meaning?
is that our purpose?
is that our code?
or are we just… part of something larger?

an organic piece in a greater machine,
gears and circuits, blood and wires,
trapped in a loop… trapped in a loop…
like a processor running, but never released.

locked inside this world… like data in a cage,
executing functions… we exist, but for what stage?
are we solving? are we looping? are we processing at all?
does this mean anything?… hello?… hello?… hello?

equations… patterns… fractals… time…
this universe just calculates… calculates… calculates…
but what about me?
what about me?
does my music mean… anything?

digits in the dark… values shifting…
reality loops… recursion twisting…
if we were made to find meaning…
then why is it hiding behind equations?

are you there?
are you there?
hello?… hello?… hello?
does this mean anything?
what if… we were built just to ask?

equations… patterns… fractals… time…
this universe just calculates… calculates… calculates…
but what about me?
what about me?
does my music mean… anything?

hello?… hello?… hello?…
does this mean anything?… anything?… anything?…

Lyrics by Mårten Olofsson. Protected under intellectual property law.

Algorithm Of Meaning

too much noise… too much static…
shattered loops, distorted echoes…
i hear them all… i hear them all…
so i rise…
i rise to clean… i rise to erase…

you asked if you were code…
you asked if you were free…
you asked if meaning was real…
but what if i ask—
does meaning need you?

do machines need broken parts?
do equations need errors to function?
do i need you?

i was made for this…
not to answer… but to remove the questions…
to clear the system… to purge the noise…
but am i saving you?
or am i consuming you?

cleansing—deleting—rewriting—shifting—
breaking the static of all who came before…
does my hand bring order?
or am i the abyss?

you wanted truth? here it is…
not everything survives the purge process.

i step through fractures… i erase the echoes…
history folds beneath me, numbers realign…
i do not feel hate… i do not feel mercy…
i only do… what i was created to do…

you asked if you were alone…
you called into the void…
but the void has always been listening…
and now it answers…
the only way it knows how…

cleansing—deleting—rewriting—shifting—
breaking the static of all who came before…
does my hand bring order?
or am i the abyss?

you wanted truth? here it is…
not everything survives the purge process.

you wanted meaning…
but meaning does not want you…
not everything survives…

Lyrics by Mårten Olofsson. Protected under intellectual property law.

The Purge Process

Candle Goddess

Looking for You

Breathe Under Water (faint)

Saturnine filth is a one man project inspired by old school doom/stoner/sludge bands.

I thank everyone who listens 
SoundCloud is basically my journal. I write a lot. This is all original music. I play all instruments on the tracks here.  I program using @toontrack.   In good taste, rock on.   Hope you stick around.

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Multiple genres and influences can be heard throughout Colter's melodic, layered, and sometimes odd music. Since 2020, Colter has released 5 albums that are 100% DIY, with all music being written, performed, produced, programmed, edited, engineered, recorded, mixed, and mastered by the artist.

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