You don't understand that art is all
I am in turn a maker. A creator
Construct, redefine, sever, tie back
Eye sewn shut so tight
Become the artist
Artistic visions inside of my skull
Breeding in sick lust beyond my control
Bring forth creation from a distant memory
Birthing my new skin for my blood soaked addiction
Flesh ripped from its home
Subject to vigorous articulation
A gored vision. An immaculate sculpture
Stolen artifacts from life's sacred temple
I see the art in you
I see the art and its so beautiful
You don't understand that art is god
I am in turn a maker. A creator.
Construct, redefine, sever, tied back
Eyes sewn shut so right
Become vanity
You don't understand that art is all
I am in turn a maker. A creator
Now you are the art
Transformed. Reborn.
Now you can appreciate yourself.
Live life free of pain
In death you life on in the eyes of the beholder
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Serious aficionado level Prog/Tech Death.
The unique colors they bring to this record are not really heard elsewhere. They have forged their own sound and it’s totally badass. I guess The Faceless could be mentioned for reference of similar styles/tones.
They care for the song craft as much as the tasty Tech and Leads. It really is like everyone is saying....a perfect Metal experience. Salami Dick Death
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Progressive and atmospheric blackened death metal. It’s this kind of genera bending metal that I appreciate the most. Some of the King Crimson-esque passages are a little too disjointed for me but overall this is an impressive release. 7/10 RJ
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Voilà qui nous rappelle les morceaux du grand Atheist, la touche progressive en plus ; et, plus généralement, quelques fleurons que l'on trouve actuellement dans l'écurie de The artisan era. ça promet ! Poesy Rider