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Empty Hands

by Eyes of Sinners

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1.
The Inkwell 03:57
Floating so perfect, chasing that snowflake that melts away Choking on silence Bearing the burden, caught in the current we float astray We’re all hanging by a thread Hollow and resonant It seems that these strokes hang in the bitter February air It seems I’m caught in such a paradox Holding on to trip on my own feet yet never touch the ground That’s make believe, you’re just losing touch with reality These words echo still Poured through the inkwell Just ask yourself, what would you rather have if you had the choice? The sleep that never ends, the rest that won’t begin This isn’t real I do not fear death I fear what whisked that fear away All is well and we’ll, we all vanish in synch Standing so tall by the precipice we call love Stitch your lips shut. Stigmatized I heard the muffled sound, seeking shelter from the rain With our smothered lungs we found hell and settled in, Keep up, keep Scaling that summit with two broken legs I hear the clawing at the door, screaming out, the words falling on deaf ears I see the weight in the words, falling down, we fly make believe on wings of lead Is this make believe? Clawed in the closet door These words echo still Poured through the inkwell This emptiness filled the cup Floating so perfect, well perfect couldn’t breathe
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Polarity 03:31
There’s more comfort in failure than I’ll ever find in this figment of success we chase through our lives. Vacant fulfillment fed by a need to consume, thrive Confined, settle into to wrinkled skin and stay resigned Glued in place Scrounging for scrapes There’s no poetry in living struggling to make ends meet Well I’ll have my memories I never thought that truth and purpose began with leaving all behind Well I know I’ll never be alright with my home, my heart, My Empty Calloused Hands This is what I live for This is what I live for Cried to the sun and watched Even my tears forsake this drought Dried up comfort I’ve got time, take it for granted and it’s gone I’ve got time, Take it for granted and it’s gone I’ve got time, take it for granted, it’s gone One thousand days and nothing’s changed My youth is slipping away Clinging to frail hope, the air in my lungs One thousand days, nothing’s changed My Youth is Slipping Away Clinging to frail hope I never thought that truth and purpose began with leaving all behind Well I know I’ll never be alright My home, My heart, My empty calloused hands. I won’t sacrifice the memories I’ve yet to make I won’t be defined by certainty This is what I live for.
3.
Crisis 03:36
4.
Contrition The wind took its toll on your skin and I’ve been filing the backlog Always stuck at a crossroad, paralyzed The scratch on the surface, marooned in an ocean of self-defeat Bleak melodies from a lucid dream I can’t place Oh cruel bloom, wilted and I’ll dwell upon all that I have been Well silence was violence still in the shade Welcome the rain A petal amongst the stone We save our flowers for funerals Save our passion for eulogies Chasing the lost and forgotten Welcome the rain Slow violence Repentance The wind took its toll on my skin and your voice left with it, The dream, that same dream, but my face, but my name, but my heartbeat Fading away Oh cruel bloom, wilted and I’ll dwell upon all that I have been, all I never said, faded away Well maybe if I died young, I’d burn into the sun Not retreat with tide, swallowed whole
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Portrait 01:57
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Demagogue 04:24
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Clarity 03:03
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I know we’re all cut from the same cloth So seek out that tattered rag 5,000 miles away from home Pack up and find yourself We’re all cut from the same cloth So seek out that tattered rag Worship the work of your own hands Bearing a crown of thorns, Bearing a cross Well I can still say that I’m sincere but I won’t claim to have saved more than my own skin You’ll hide from the dark an ocean across I never felt more lost than in your light In your light Hollow savior, hear me out we’re all Screaming out but it’s not about the words It’s just a voice dying to be heard On the pretense of bearing the weight of the world yet Home’s where you bury your heart Home’s where you bury your heart Home’s where you cover your eyes, repress the sight The shallow cuts, in skin of streets, true broken homes We all sing such a tender song over the soundtrack of pure fucking hatred Screaming out but it’s not about the words It’s just a voice dying to be heard Bearing a crown of thorns Home’s where you bury your heart These wounds will speak for themselves, the words carved out of my chest I bear my burdens, No one fucking else No one fucking else Is this the third world’s bliss? Or just your plea to define yourself on the soil you souvenir On the scars of another man
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Palms Up 06:06
Palms up, empty hands I’ve been grinding down my teeth Wandering aimlessly with the hand that feeds conceit and crumbled thoughts, Bloodshot eyes, Nihilistic freedom (Gone) Dream through the motions and breathe Cultureless Breathe in, dream through the motions I see the pattern now, you reap what you sow There’s no absolutes when we’re all so significant And relative These days it feels I’m drawing dead Each day we build heaven from piles of dirt I’ve called the bluff, forgone veils of complacency And found hell in the beauty ahead Teeth to the curb, I’d rather face the dirt than swallow conviction Born in dirt, we’re all shadows in ruins painted gold I swear we’ll all die without scars I swear I won't die without scars These days it feels I’m drawing dead Each day we’ll build heaven from piles of dirt I’ve called the bluff, forgone veils of complacency And found hell in the beauty ahead Drawing Dead Drawing dead Never content yet breathing again Shedding skin to molt happiness cut up like a drug Force fed, without conviction A shell, an apparition, roaming free from all constraints Not word of mouth, I had, to taste the gutter, to know it exists Chasing phantoms of memory, Washed out as swiftly as they came to be Like castles in the sand from my younger days Palms up, empty hands.

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released August 30, 2016

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Eyes of Sinners Montreal, Québec

Eyes of Sinners is a metal/ hardcore band from Montreal.

Debut album 'EMPTY HANDS' out 08/30/2016.

2013 Ep "New Heights" also available for free download!

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