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New Wounds To Answer To

by Faith In Flesh

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    Hands trace, eyes float, head without body
    Legs without trunk, arms arc in wide sweeps
    Fine strands of hair dance
    Fingers clench, a mouth eats

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1.
What is real? There's no light With your face to the past Years flew by New wounds to answer to I can dance to wake I can move to make My body feel All that's cold and real Chance doesn't last Moments slip too fast That which can't be grasped Fragments sharp as glass I can dance to wake I can move to make My body feel All that's cold and real It's too dark I can dance to wake I can move to make My body feel All that's cold and real What can a mind trust When all its favorite memories are caked with dust?
2.
Stormy sea in a dream Wizened face looks on me Sun-bleached beach Smears the scene Marooned ship Fairies breach Battered hull while I sleep It's too late, in too deep (Pleasure/pressure) If I am confined Can I still confide? Stuck in a singular moment A gesture that warrants More than it shows Hypnagogic-life disease I'm splitting at the seams While it's not all that it seems There's a body, and it's me (Pleasure/pressure) If I am confined Can I still confide? (Pleasure/pressure) I can't find a like mind I can't find a like mind What is mine can't define I can't find, can't confide
3.
Disrobed 04:10
Bringing back friends from the dead For a party, town painted red To dance around all that we've ever known: Performance is a path to atone Plain vulnerability If I strip for you, will you strip for me? The self is a costume we've outgrown Our faces act out plays that we've been shown (to forget) Welcome back, turn away from the dread Curtain falls, lights flare on overhead Let's pursue that which we've never known: A future with no need to atone Plain vulnerability If I strip for you, will you strip for me? The self is a costume we've outgrown Our faces act out plays that we've been shown (to forget) Blocking lead players of self: Hands trace, eyes float, head without body Legs without trunk, arms arc in wide sweeps Fine strands of hair dance Fingers clench, a mouth eats Plain vulnerability If I strip for you, will you strip for me? The self is a stage that we've outgrown Our faces act out plays that we've been shown (to forget) To forget: the play we've been shown To forget: fleshy mask stuck to bone
4.
Snowbound 04:10
Need an icebreaker to sail through the cold years Frozen route of waves piled high on old fears Snowbound, claw marks on the door A wintry mix collecting on the floor Frostbite creeps, cold hand on my neck Swirling tastes of a mind's eye sliced and shred Unmarked graves of our dreams left to die in bed Oneiric vision of a vile aspect: Mile-high avalanche of dread Need an icebreaker to make it through the cold front Blue veins frozen in the corpse of things undone Snowbound, axe marks on the door A wintry mix collecting on the floor Frostbite creeps, cold hand on my neck Swirling tastes of a mind's eye sliced and shred Frozen again Snowbound, bloody marks on the door A wintry mix freezing right to the floor Rotted meat, cold stump on my neck Swirling tastes of a mind's eye sliced and shred Unmarked graves, our ideas left to die unsaid Lost within a chilling dream Lost within a chilling dream Lost within a chilling dream Alone, no mouth to scream

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Wading out of the tired mire of dreamlike dissociation, Faith In Flesh present an EBM concerned with celebrating the physical, the tangible, the cold and real. Eric Mileham’s driving synth rhythms and infectious pop sensibilities bring this body to life, and Lucas Gonzalez’s baritone croon and cinematic-sample collages overlay with a rueful yet immediate sentiment punctuated by timely shouts. This is emotional body music.

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released February 24, 2024

All songs written/produced by Eric Mileham at Noise Pollution Studios
Vocals, samples, and layout by Lucas Gonzalez
Mastered by Sam Berdah at The Wall Studio

Secret Rhythm Records 2024

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