The Desolate Process

by Carving Colours

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1.
Argyria 12:42
It’s bouncing in my head, it’s time to wake, time to wake up leaving my dreams behind Today I’ll take a shower the coffee scent lifts me up my workplace awaits me My suit (I’m used to wear it, I’m used to stay) is my disguise (the path I took , the sham I live) Commuting on the bus day to day, same old faces I promised myself to smile once again A few more sketches done time for lunch and empty words Demands I can’t refuse Hours piling up And when I’m done, the sun is gone This dead end life wears me out My disguise (away from colours, away from life) is all I am (afraid to differ, just going straight) What’s my fuel? What’s my goal? What’s my value? God! I don’t know, I’m so tired now! Last bus gone I must walk, trying not to think back I chose this way too late to change There were no choices Take it and go ahead! I still hear his cries, memories repressed buried years ago, I was grasping the spade All those feelings fade within my inner child, oppressed I was breaking hard myself! A man can drown in his own thoughts Life is a leaden grey coloured stone I should go back home I’m losing my mind I’m starting to feel cold I’d rather be dead!
2.
The Collapse 05:23
Denial, this is unfair, I sense no pain... I’m just lost! You’re asking me for help, I’m unable to hold... the whole world My parents inside, and my will is running out... I‘m worn out A mirror behind, a graze and it shatters... as a brittle sky I fall in the depth of her eyes A sad sketch of mine A sharp turn An easy fall A master stroke All else burnt I barely keep afloat, I’m going to blow my top My God As a tear in the sand, I’m just an useless man She’ll never be at peace, her soul lost in this morgue... A broken doll Perhaps I should give more, but my own weight is enough... and that’s all! I am deep down in the well, wandering the shores of Hell Only dust the trace is rust my body is gone with wind gust I close my eyes, my jaw and fists clenched My God Oh, please, tell me it isn’t true... But now I open my eyes the tyrant’s voice again in my ears breaking my sedative unconsciousness driving me crazy, drowning me out I’m tired of being polite just swallow all duties you request for me I’m not a child, I’m not my brother I’m broken and you all are to blame You’ve always made poor choices it’s sad your brother is gone you should have helped him, stop chasing visions You, who are always leaving your family aside Look at yourself, you think you’re a real man? of course not, your brother was I would have preferred you were in the coffin Good men always go away
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Past — remember the sun Sea — shining bright and warm Dreams — I never forgot I’ve lost my memory Smell — acrid and strong Love — like father and son I tried to take that path Fade — first twinkling then gone like sand through my hands I’m punching another hole in my ticket... I was a child in a world full of men, sailing a barren sea Trying to picture my own reflection, lost in the deep Why was I always the second best? I was forced to forget what I loved, turning my dreams into fears Hundreds of steps in the wake of the old man, faded pain, no tears Why walk straight down this grey brick road? An insidious question often strikes me, day after day Is there a life before death? My faith has vanished, all my passions lost to despair I crave for your light, a hope to embrace A life lacking depth, I open my eyes but it’s in vain, I’m blind I’m tired of fighting, my demons grow, I’m going crazy My desires surrounded by canvas and colours All buried beneath years of soil An insidious question often strikes me, day after day Is there a life before death? My faith has vanished, all my passions lost to despair I crave for your light, a hope to embrace
5.
That dream tormenting me Growling voices whispering Are you free? I need more space to breathe Below the moonlight I spread my wings, to fly away Shame, for all these wasted years I need to feel alive I’m running wild Forget everyone else, your life belongs to you Claim back your senses, give yourself a chance Feel — the rapture of the human being I walk up to the bar, Dancing, I’m drenched in sweat Music, beating in my ears I’m breaking all my chains Return home and paint my soul A mixture of dyes and blood I need to feel alive I’m running wild Forget everyone else, your life belongs to you Claim back your senses, give yourself a chance Scream — king of the hill Believe — in your soul and your will One more time, a new stroke Once again, I’m so aware Frantic howl, skin-deep emotions No sun, neither moon just breathe, feeling alive Colour the world, I’m my own lord I’ll embrace every day of my life to make up for lost time I swear I’ll never be a cog in this loathsome grey clock Feel — the rapture of the human being Believe — in your soul and your will
6.
Rectitude, effort and respect Lines I need to follow No desires, and no pleasures Working hard to reach the Eternity Drifting around this corridor, surrounded by massive grey walls the right path to a noble life I carry a cold light, faded long time ago A glorious moon, waning with no dawn... Come with me, I’ll show you the way, stretching your limits for them A sacrifice, for the people you love... Time to be a man I still preserve a couple of grains of faith Perhaps I should become a mentor, a tutor, a father now... Breaking myself against the walls fighting in vain the painful cold I’ll assume my failures, and I’ll raise after every fall My name won’t be a curse, I’ll withstand the storm My tombstone will say: ‘Dearly loved’ Sign with blood this ancient pact, embrace your duty, it’s time. Be the one who holds up this Home... My source of pride My destiny Take your life Iron will Endless light Force in me, cold is gone, blessed by God Take her hand, go straight Take her hand, we trust you Take her hand, don’t leave her alone... No, there’s no way No shortcuts to take
7.
I, Victor 13:11
i. Fracture The sun has fallen, and a bloody moon rises A death knell emanating from the trees The earth is trembling a howl and a grunt tearing the air the final showdown is ready to begin This thick mist choking every pore of my skin It’s hard to resist I can barely breathe I’m paralyzed, fear and pain are a blend inside my head They’re mowing me down! I can’t fight back! I’m still alive, the next clash will be my end I failed, and now i understand it I can’t avoid thinking... So many years I threw away with the hope of building better days They’re mowing me down! I’m torn apart They’re beating her! My dying breath ii. War Antler and fang primal dance Ego and oaths I can’t run away! I can’t face it! Desperate I am, a broken man Barren will, pride is lost Can a man endure this pain? Can a soul survive this world? iii. Recognition I’m defeated, I’ve lost against myself I’m bowed down, king of errors My body is buried, my mind is drowned A throne for no kingdom, an emperor with no crown The wild clash falls silent Just nothingness remains Faithless, godless, alone and aimless Lost in the silence... Black and Blue fade away White and Red vanish Suddenly appears THE GREY iv. Freedom Is there a life before death? Perhaps there’s one after? A strength resonates within me, raw energy flowing through me It’s not the child, which lies dead at my feet. It’s the call of something deeper A part of me is dying The child is gone, and the man is born The Beasts are banished just myself and the girl The will to embrace her, and a scream All fears vanquished, Answers revealing End a life of deception embody The Grey that is you open your eyes, Victor Find peace on your own and be true to your heart Bear up under the daily STRIFE!! In the sky I can see the bright stars, my feet can feel the dirt beneath I look ahead, at those endless plains... I’m leaving all ties behind I am free! Calm down I will stay with you This Desolate Process is finally over, ‘cause now... I know who I am
8.
Legado 05:24

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The Desolate Process is Carving Colours' sophomore effort, a conceptual album about the search for identity and oneself's path in life, the strife between passions and duties, and transcendance through artistic creation, following Victor's - the main character of the album - personal tour-de-force.

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released March 9, 2017

All music, arrangements and lyrics by Carving Colours

Produced by Carving Colours and Leo Peña

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Leo Peña at Jotun Studios during Autumn 2016 — www.jotunstudio.com

Drums recorded at fineDrums Seville, with the superb assistance of Juan Pabón Flores

Artwork and design by Maria Picassó i Piquer at Ideophony — www.ideophony.com

Photography by Rocío Montserrat — www.rociomontserratr.com

Victor portrayed by Frederic Lista

Carving Colours is

Juan Pablo López Franco — Guitars
Álvaro Quílez Borrachero — Guitars
Luis Ruiz Gutiérrez — Drums and percussion
Alejandro Romo Ruiz — Vocals
Paco Morales Adones — Keyboards
Julio Antequera Galiano — Bass Guitar

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Carving Colours is an independent progressive metal act hailing from Seville (Spain). We aspire to create concept albums that fully explore the emotional spectrum, as well as the wide variety of musical influences that we bring into songwriting.

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