OLD WOUNDS

by Foreboder

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released December 28, 2016

Niall Skinner - Guitar, vocals, lyrics, drum programming
Liam Mallinson - Bass, backing vocals

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Niall Skinner
Art by Liam Mallinson

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Foreboder Selby, UK

We're Foreboder, a 4 piece metal band incorporating sounds of sludge, black metal, doom and death metal to create something heavy, noisy and dark, with some hints of melody dotted around. Cheers for checking us out!

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Track Name: SICK JOKE
confusion's taken over me
lost in the wreckage and drowning in the deep
does all of this build to a crushing punchline?
or is the solution just to grow a fucking spine?

let me know if this is all a joke
because at this point I can't tell
who the fuck do you think you're kidding?
or do you now believe yourself?

like a terminal illness
to a suicidal man
it's all that I wanted
but not how I wanted it

across my width and breadth
laughter dies a death

oh it's nothing but a failsafe
if the lock breaks
if the lion wakes
in the den
so wash your hands clean
purge the stale dream
drowned in the piss stream
in the end

the lights are on
but there's no one home
it's all part of my sick joke
Track Name: BLACK HEARTS
out from you grows a secondary shadow
one not quite so innocent, it would seem
now a nightmare is spawned from your actions
the actions of a man trapped in a fleeting dream

now I'm your silhouette
your Chelsea grin
made me a testament
to your every sin
life on your own again
that must be hard
but that's what happens when
you breathe life into this black heart

oh how the tables have turned
I've burned off my bruises and I've
cut out my burns

give me conformation
give me a sign
give me a reason to believe you
this time

the colour of cowardice
you slam yourself shut
a yellowing fabric
that begs to be cut
Track Name: SLEEPER AGENT
distorted naturally
to an unnatural degree
I could tell you wanted more
by the way you wore your misery

I'll swerve my jagged path
across your shifting seas
never has creation birthed
such an end to all it's means
I am your black mirror
your twisted, jaded shape
I am the evolution
that you can't bare to face

show me your venom skin
and I'll show you my prison
promise me sweet release
and I'll give you a reason

drop to a finding halt
as you gradually slow
trying to match my steadfast pace
when I'm better off left alone
so you leave me behind back here
and you run off ahead
but I'm standing motionless
because I'm better off dead

chew me up and spit me out
and show me what you're worth
I'll get the last fucking laugh
as I fill your mouth with dirt
Track Name: OLD WOUNDS
speak in tongues and innuendos
since there's no turning back
weaponise your grief so cryptically
and turn my whole world black

I held no hands but I held oaths
for which you never cared
now I'm wondering how a knowing grin
could have you running scared

I saw past the shapes and flashing lights
I wasn't bothered by the gore
so spit your venom and slit your wrists
it doesn't mean anything anymore

you pried it all from my cold dead grasp
in such a heartfelt theft
I feel so jaded; hollow; black
there's nothing fucking left

YOUNG BRIDE
NEW GROOM
FRESH BLOOD
OLD WOUNDS
YOUNG BRIDE
NEW GROOM
FRESH BLOOD
OLD WOUNDS
Track Name: SCHADENFREUDE
manufactured enemies
and a cold but longing grasp
remorse has left you broken
hostility is the cast

face up to all you've caused
the grief in the eyes of men
take it in, all you've wrought
through every whore you've been

shifting, changing, but stays the same
it's how you've always been
I am your retribution
now suffer onto me

you can barely fucking speak
you don't get it
you're just a mutt on a leash
fucking pathetic

so I stand here raised and battered
I've been cut up and burnt
but I'm kept alive by seething rage
and you haven't fucking learned

FORGET THE AMBULANCE
I'LL SEND YOU HOME IN A BOX

manufactured enemies
and a cold but longing grasp
remorse has left you broken
hostility is the cast

THE ONLY DIFFERENCE IS THAT I
HAVE TO LIVE WITH IT
Track Name: BEHIND THE EYES
why do I always feel like I'm watching myself
from the other side of the glass
I'm surviving on impulse and instinct
this twisted charade won't last

I fought for much of my time
to kill the predicable cliche
but in my futile efforts
I've only wrought disarray

if I knew now
what I'm going to learn in time
I could save myself the effort
and a death behind the eyes

I'm no figure of liberty
no man means any more to me

ever get that sinking feeling?

if I knew now
what I'm going to learn in time
I could save myself the effort
and a death behind the eyes

there's blood on the walls
but at least your hands are dry
you might look clean
but the same doesn't go for inside
now it's a total eclipse
I'm pulling ahead
I hope you live your life knowing
that you'd be better off dead

I fought for much of my time
to kill the predicable cliche
but in my futile efforts
I've only wrought disarray

fractals spiralling all around
but at last my fragile mind has crawled through
almost unscathed
yet completely deranged

lost in a lonely constrast
survival's a must
but what's worth the pain of existence
when gold's become rust?