Guest guitars - Vladimir Cooper from Sunlight Reality band
lyrics
See, while your eyes could see.
Breath, while your inside alive.
Turn down your voice and flow in silence
Wake up and smell the illusion
May be the heart of someone
Who never was dead, never unborn
Rhythms with the beat of your heart,
Sweep out your thoughts,
Conjuring yor brain.
No need to open emotions,
Let nightblights to blind your mind.
Imagine thy fear that came for you,
Longing for lost in yourself.
Taking your flesh most far as you know
Wider then horizons of madness
Breaking the bridges, crushing the spirits
Listen to oceans of pain
chorus:
Injure yourself sharp as a hunger
Lower then abyss
Harder then diamond
Feeling of hopeless
Breaking your image, stretching your shadows
Deeper then silence
Turn of your light.
Just look through her mirror
While empty shades come black,
Eyes change to hollows, get dry.
Smile turn to wax, melted in mask
Drowned in cold breathe of hunger.
Is she someone you afraid?
When your pain is gone, get soul calm
Let somebody touch your lips with the mirror
In trying to cath for some air.
So see while your eyes could see
There s nowhere to go and return-
Shout without voice, sanking in silence.
Sleep, while illusion surround you.
Ready to to lay down in cascet?
Of yor own walls, distorted in falls
Way down the line of your path
Ending in her bleeding eyes
Are you not already dead?
But already forever unborn
Bury your prays for a day in a world
When mankind will hear your first cry.
supported by 5 fans who also own “Through Her Mirror”
PSA: if there was an album you heard a couple years ago and thought it was ok, listen to it again and you might love it.
That's what happened to me with this album. I cannot fathom why it didn't stick with me back then. Same thing happened with Decoherence's Unitarity for that matter. Matten
supported by 5 fans who also own “Through Her Mirror”
On ne frappe pas un homme à terre : c'est ce que dit la règle mais NONE a déjà prouvé qu'il ne les suivait pas et si son album éponyme retirait toute perspective de béatitude spirituelle, Life has gone on long enough, son deuxième opus, nous interdit l'accès au bonheur terrestre. La vie n'a aucune substance et la production plus distante le confirme. Le DSBM s'empare de textures sonores blues, mettant en relief une dépression urbaine. Les cris partent en fumées : ne restent que les pleurs... Jordan Vauvert