The first song from "Never Turns Back..." demo

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Recorded and mixed this song in 4-5 hours, mostly in first takes. The result was disappointing, the drums sounded like crap and the whole sound was muddy - not cool for a professional studio which we payed 25 $ an hour.
The song is about confronting your own demons and your inner self. I wrote the lyrics after a dream which I awoke in tears, another Spinal Tap moment for you. :)

SMILE OF A SNAKE, A SCAR ON A FACE.
A FINAL CUT – A SAD LOOK IN THE EYES TO THE PAST.
THERE’S ONLY DEATH IN ITS ROOTS – BUGS IN ITS SHROUD.
THIS IS ONLY A SCENE OF TRAGEDY, THIS IS WHAT I FEEL.
A DEAD HOTEL ROOM, A DARK YELLOW LIGHT.
BY ASKING AND CRYING WE COVER OUR MEMORIES WITH SORROW,
LIKE A HIDDEN LIE; BY CUTTING THE VELVET.
THE WITHERED FLOWERS IN MY HANDS TURN INTO DEAD LEAVES AS THEY FALL ONTO THE GROUND.

I’M NOW IN THE ROOM WHERE MY SOUL LEFT MY BODY. I’M NOW FREE AS I’M LYING ON THE GROUND.

LIKE A HIDDEN FLOWER DOWN UNDER A BLACK CURTAIN, OUR MEMORIES COMBINE – MY LIFE’S TORN APART.
I FALL ON MY KNEES AS THE LIGHT’S DROWNING IN DARKNESS.
ALL LEFT IS A CORPSE FROM ME – MY EXISTENCE FLOWS LIKE BLOOD.

I WEAR TERRIBLE GLOVES MADE FROM A SINNERS BODY. MY FORGOTTEN DREAMS PAINT MY EYES AND SKIN WITH BLOOD.

ONLY A FEW MORE HOURS, THEN I’LL LEAVE MYSELF TO DYING.

THIS MEETING, WHEN WE STAND ON OUR SOULS, IS JUST A SCENE OF TRAGEDY.

“FOREVER SILENCE... I SAW A SPIRIT APPEAR ON THE DOORWAY. THIS LONELINESS AND THE PAIN I BEAR... I AM DOOMED!”.

AS A COLD WIND BLOWS ON A WASTELAND,
THE GROUND IS WET WITH THE TEARS OF LIFE. PICTURES OF HOPE ARE COVERED WITH YESTERDAY’S ASH;
WHAT I SAW IS JUST A WRECKAGE IN DUST.

SHOW ME A WAY FROM HERE – OR WILL YOU RUN AWAY AND LEAVE ME.
ASK ME WHERE I’VE BEEN IN THE PAST, AS I SEE THIS FEAR IN YOUR EYES.
TELL ME THE SECRET OF THIS DREAM- IS IT REAL LÝKE BLOOD?
KILL ME WITH THIS GUN IN YOUR HANDS AND STOP THIS PAIN I TAKE...

“...AND AS THE WAVES HIT TO THE SHORES, AND AS THE WATERS FLOW, PALE, DEAD PARTS OF MY BODY WILL APPEAR ON SAND, THEN THE SANDS WILL BE MY BODY, WAVES WILL BE MY SOUL, A WIND WILL CARRY ME TO THE INFINITE EMPTINESS. AND MAYBE YOU’LL FIND ME NEAR A DARK SWAMP, I’LL LOOK AT YOU SADLY, BUT HOPEFULLY, THEN THE FLOWERS WILL APPEAR ON MY DIRTY FACE, BUT THEY’LL JUST BE STILLBORN FLOWERS, CARRYING MY SUFFERING...”

... THIS, A STORY MADE FROM DUST, A TEAR FALLEN FROM A KNIFE,
A PAIN THAT NO ONE COULD TAKE, A CORPSE COVERED WITH ASH...
OUR DIALOGS CAPTURES OUR MEMORIES AND TIME.
IT ONLY LEAVES STONED FEELINGS TO US.
THIS IS ONLY A DEAD MEMORY LEFT IN THE PAST.
THIS IS JUST A BROKEN STORY FROM ANOTHER LIFE.

Music & lyrics: Mert Yildiz