Close.
I’m close.
Impenetrable.
I’m blooming.
Obsessing odyssey of material
Conducted by an aimless instinct.
The only thing to perceive.
Life percolate from veins.
Victim of the exposition to reality
I'm suffocating far away
from the essence of purity.
Expanding without any boundaries
Limited only by mind’s freedom.
Thoughts are spreading as spores
Infecting the reason, tormenting.
there, where feelings don't exist
there, where nobody is and will
there, where everything is so pure
there, where only equilibrium reigns.
there, the outermost place from the body
infinitely near to the spirit
far from the missing of nothing
nowise near to nowhere
Rain-worm of seeds melted
in bright mental solutions
Broken and sewed up
My buried dream
Close again.
Impenetrable.
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The album description mentions an “emotional apex.” That’s really the difference between Stare and the band’s previous albums. Ulcerate was always supremely technically proficient. I just didn’t care all that much. Their growth has come from making music you will feel. Metallurgical Fire