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BORN WITH OPEN EYES - Isolation Music Video

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1 year ago today we released our music video for “Isolation“ through Slam Worldwide. We're proud of how this song and video turned out. Thanks to all who helped make this! Credits: Video by Eric Taylor Parker of Seventhside Productions Produced/Engineered by Erik Johnson Reamps by Phil Pluskota at Sonic Assault Studios Mixed by Sir Mike Low Mastered by Dave Otero at Flatline Audio Album Artwork by Mark Erskine Logo by Yusuf Effendi “TyranT“ Line-up: Brad DuBois - Vocals Erik Johnson - Guitar Joe Ferrara - Guitar Zane Maxwell - Bass Dan Gagnon - Drums Lyrics: My fractured sense of self, my only company. The light fades with each moment. With your steady pollution of my mind. Collective memories blur like poison. Screaming for solace yet nothing comes out. It feels like there is sand in my mouth. Grinding and grating against my teeth. It's like thousands of eyes are staring at me. Such a toxic web you weave. Encased in it, I can't breathe My blood cupped in your hands like an offering You pulled me under. Your hands outstretched for your prize. I would rather bleed out than pretend it is alright. Trying to claw my way back to the top. As you drive me towards isolation. Feasting on others until they famine Nothing but flesh and bone. Withering skin and starving. Drained for your nourishment. It feels like I’m shackled. To a pain that I’ve never known. Lost in this maze of misgivings. As if I have nowhere left to go. I am a prisoner here Trapped and confined I am a prisoner here Bound and broken Drown in this cascade of pain and grief. These feelings of emptiness are filling me. I writhe in discomfort, I pray to be free. It's like thousands of eyes are staring at me. Such a toxic web you weave. Encased in it, I can't breathe My blood cupped in your hands like an offering. You pulled me under. Your hands outstretched for your prize. I would rather bleed out than pretend it is alright. Trying to claw my way back to the top. As you drive me towards isolation. Your cold caress chills me to the spine Locked in a gaze of your devilish eyes. Inhaling your stale affection. Gasping to find clean breath. My blood cupped in your hands like an offering. I am a prisoner here.

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