The shapes in the corner of your eye
the figures that haunt you at night
project from the folds of your mind
your mind, your mind
Etching words
along abused walls
picked like scabs
old lead based paint
dug in nails
some bloody fingertips
crows calling out
limbs bound with tape
noise downstairs
dragged to the cellar
arms bent back
in a twisted prayer
echoes in time
played over again
worm holes through
the years gone by
The shapes in the corner of your eye
the figures that haunt you at night
project from the folds of your mind
your mind, your mind
I can't make it stop,
but you've always said that you'd be better off
you know it's all the same
so why are you running away?
De l'action de descendre sciemment vers le néant au constat simple, lancé dans un dernier soupir, comme si on était mis devant le fait accompli : There is no beauty left here...
Mais contre toute attente, ce chant du cygne d'Exiled from Light n'est pas une acceptation résignée de la mort. Mort (je parle de l'artiste) est animé de l'énergie du désespoir, cette énergie qui fait accomplir des choses extraordinaires quand tout est perdu et ça rend son DSBM très beau, paradoxalement. Indispensable !! Jordan Vauvert
Forcefed Horsehead describe themselves as “grindpunk,” and their visceral mesh of extreme metal subgenres heads direct for the pit. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2023