Eyes set on fire
By: Icarus Empire
Duration
9:51
Genres
Description
Icarus Empire is a mainly solo project that embraces extremes: Very soft and melodic parts and aggressive and screamed passages. That said it also wanders with all the spaces between the above mentioned. Eyes set on fire was composed, recorded and mixed by Morgan White. Guitar solo by M.Plaza. Mastering and Technical Support by Fábel. Find more compositions: https://soundcloud.com/icarusempire http://soullesschild.bandcamp.com/
Lyrics
It’s coming now…that thousandth… cutis anserine. It’s coming down, to the realm of what’s missing. And I can feel the void you may fall into… bedazzled by those eyes on fire. Like some sort of jump of faith. Only an obsession like this could immortalize a nonexistent moment. Commit this vacuous sacrifice in order to remember oblivion. Encage this vulture-thought, destroy the link before it finds the way out and trace my gaze. It sings while gnawing through the mind. A living reminder that lands behind the window pane, beyond the loop, it sends its leeches to suck me dry… they open the gateways, can you feel their bites? It would be such a torture if I gave it control. And you will find certain joy in these ruins … Step-step-step, who would try to keep the water warm in hell-hell-hell? Old invocations weakening the fool, but keeping him warm. Nothing becomes everything for a little while. The silhouettes rise back, the ones condemning me over and over again. The last cognitive filter ruled by the Marquis of Sade. Encage this vulture-thought, destroy the links before it finds the way out and trace my gaze. It sings while gnawing through the mind. A living reminder that lands behind the window pane, beyond the loop, it sends its leeches to suck me dry… they open the gateways… Can you feel their bites? Minimum space gap tending to infinity… . A mouth in the chest, summoning, chanting, craving, chewing on fractions of a second. To look within poetry the greatest personal atrocity. Explode. Clean. Repeat. (Something’s coming out) Inhale and attract a bit more of dementia when the trip is over. Wasting layers of time, I HOPE I WON’T FORGET THE GLARE Watch your eyes burning brighter… as you leave. Watch your eyes steal my fire … for a while.
