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Argyria
12:42
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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!
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2. |
The Collapse
05:23
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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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3. |
Our Deepest Fears
04:59
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4. |
Taught To Be Afraid
06:06
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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
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5. |
Soul And Will
09:00
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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
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6. |
My Source Of Pride
09:05
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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
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7. |
I, Victor
13:11
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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
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8. |
Legado
05:24
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Carving Colours Seville, Spain
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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