Empty Hands

by Eyes of Sinners

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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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Track Name: The Inkwell
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
Track Name: Polarity
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.
Track Name: Slow Violence
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
Track Name: Hollow Saviors
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
Track Name: Palms Up
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.