Inner Vitriol’s official music video for “Endless Spiral” from the album “Into the Silence I Sink”
Music & lyrics by Francesco Lombardo
Arrangements by Inner Vitriol
Remixed (2023) by Marco Barusso
Directed by Matteo Ermeti
Label: Hidden Stone Records
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LYRICS
My soul is dying,
pierced by seven spikes slowly she dies
slowly.
My body is
the Nuremberg maiden
that hugs her more and more.
Till death.
My soul is dying,
pierced by seven spikes slowly she dies
My body is
the Nuremberg maiden
that hugs her more and more.
Till death.
Floating in a blurred dream,
In the delirium of my sickness
The shadows get longer,
All reality loses its shape,
Maybe my ability to connect
Is lost forever,
People’s emotions I used to feel
are now reverberating from afar
I feel the distance.
I feel the coldness
The frozen wind
Burns the skin.
If the silence
takes hold of me
I’ll fall into the void
of an endless spiral:
The less I feel understood
the more I’ll close myself off,
the more I close myself off
the less I will be understood
I have a pierced heart
That in silence
Continues to beat.
Certain it is
that inside me
There’s something broken,
But I can’t pick up the pieces of my soul
to piece them back together.
The sorrow deepens.
If the silence
takes hold of me
I’ll fall into the void
Of an endless spiral:
The less I feel understood
The More I’ll close myself off
The More I close myself off
The Less I will be understood
If the silence
takes hold of me
I’ll lose my soul, I know,
Empty shell on the ocean’s floor
With wide open eyes
Under the weak moonlight
Walking in my limbo
Devastated by the anguish and the oblivion.
Till disappearing…
I can’t establish a deep
Relationship anymore.
It’s not the solitude that scares me.
I’m really afraid of losing my soul.
And of losing the shivers that I feel on my skin.
I have a pierced heart
That in the silence
Is stopping to beat.
Certain it is
that inside me
There is something broken,
But I can’t pick up the crocks of my soul
to piece them back together.
My sorrow never ends.