Molding, fiction, into, reality,
As I ascend my mind into oblivion,
molded into shape.
intuition, formless, becomes, eternity.
Craft, capacity is only fiction,
thoughts so transparent,
yet never fully understood.
Eternity passes by, quickly,
lost in the abyss I am mindless
surreal, blackness,
spill out my thoughts
With my pen in hand,
I start to shape worlds beyond,
far from the cosmos,
my mind will dwell.
Abstract, artworks,
my ink flows like blood,
Endless, blackness,
my senses take hold,
I am lost within my mind.
Breaking form reality, fade.
forever lost in Forever lost,
forever lost in Forever lost,
forever lost in In this world of clay,
I start to create,
my hands shape and mold,
worlds beyond.
I craft, I create,
all becomes blank,
My grasp of the real world fates,
as I tighten the grip,
my eyes feed me,
yet I hunger for more,
I start to create life.
My senses fade,
forever lost in,
My senses fade,
forever, lost in black.
In The Company Of Men is a four piece Mathcore act from Iceland which has made a name for itself through a DIY-work method, a unique sound and consistently explosive live shows.
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego
the contrast in both vocal parts really attracts me to this album. there's an even angrier sound to this than most other albums and i love that aspect Normie <3
I don't even know what all these genres even are but this is some good shit.
edit: I actually do know what most of these genres are, about two years later. khonsu00