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Everyone wants to be a traveller but only few travel for the sake of the journey. A traveller is peculiar in the sense that he is trying to discover "I" in what is external, he is the first to naively proclaim that life is just experiences. Eventually he discovers that there's a vast internal landscape left untouched and when the observer becomes the observed it results in a folding upon oneself which is a journey every traveller must make atleast once. In this video, this phenomenon of self is seen as a circular argument that has no meaning or destination except for the journey itself. Without this grand illusion that there is somewhere to travel to, no traveller could be convinced to travel. It is the ultimate comfort to know that even the most harshest punishments is just a point along the journey that we won't have to stay at. It is this feeling that made us write 'Travellers', a centre of comfort among chaos for those seeking it or those lost along the way Travellers is now streaming across all major streaming platforms. Vocals - Brahmarshi Kar Guitars - Dikshant Raj Drums - Gaurav Jha Bass - Varun Tripathi Mixing & Mastering - Studio 604/Kartik Nair Artwork - Shaaz Adam Lyrics - Truth will expel the darkness, The secrets of my past will unravel. Truth will expel the darkness, The secrets of my past will unravel. Through the deepest reaches, of your hallucinated chain of thoughts. Across the farthest stretches, of your intoxicated empty heart. Desperate our needs were dire. There are four things you must remember, and an eight shaped reality. There are your pillars for you to stand on for years to come, you must not remember. I am starting to wither, but my pack it stands. Primitive and bitter, our heads stuck in the ground. Somehow this shared confusion is meaningless yet grand. Lord, I'm losing my centre, as on these crossroads I stand. For one insipid moment, I believed, I had seen the truth. Silence preaches the truth, I believed I have seen the truth. We set sail through fire, jewels I found black and blue. Desperate, our needs were dire. We set sail through fire, jewels I found black and blue. Desperate, our needs were dire. Marked with the symbol we grew. Did the wind lead us here, or we ended up where our sails flew. Cryptic, as this messiah is, dark is the other side of it. Just a whisper, carelessly spoken. Careless fear, careless whisper A black heart should bear its tale, and drown in judgement. And drown in, judgement.