Alive at Romaphonic Studios

by Overtoun

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1.	Toxin (Alive at Romaphonic Studios) 04:47	lyrics	buy track
Three shots in the back. The killer white, in blue, the young victim black The fucking pig was acquitted, what kind of god could justify that? And fifty dead in the mosques, a different way but to the same god they pray The perpetrator was sick, white-power politicians pull the same trick There’s too many tragedies to mourn, and when they pass, what am I supposed to do? And where the fuck is god in these times? There is no law, they get away with these crimes These awful things happen to those who deserve better and nobody cares What am I supposed to do in these times? I know the problem, but a way I can’t find Upset with myself for not knowing how to respond to these agonies There’s too many tragedies to mourn, what can I do but shut myself in? I’m not absolved, there’s too much hate This toxin must evaporate There’s too many tragedies to mourn, am I complicit? Am I selfish? What am I supposed to do? Where the fuck is god while they pray? Fake benevolent groups profit from this day Espousing kindness, turn their backs on all other plight and nobody knows What am I supposed to do, think, or say? I have no answers; I stay out of the way Beside myself for what seems like an eternity while I melt away There’s too many tragedies to mourn, what can I do but shut myself in? I’m not absolved, there’s too much hate This toxin must evaporate There’s too many tragedies to mourn, this world is filled with toxin I’m not absolved, there’s too much hate This toxin must evaporate There’s too many tragedies to mourn, am I complicit? Am I selfish? What am I supposed to do? Toxin; what am I supposed to do?
2.	Humanity/Alone (Alive at Romaphonic Studios) 04:46	lyrics	buy track
Look at all these people doing their best to feel alive Flushing money into good times all the while they are scraping by I don’t blame them, but I’m not them They numb the pain with excess but this cycle is relentless The race is rigged but these people don’t care They love the nightclubs, hotel rooms and thin air In the end, I’m not so different, we’re all just dying inside But I’ve already died Some take photos, helps look like they belong Buy a drink and strike up conversation Dance with strangers, make new friends hope they stay Fight existential decay People just want bright lights, a good fuck, loud music, faded vision Give them that, problems go away Fucking planet’s dying, might as well just enjoy today But I loathe this game There’s too many bodies in here, and yet no one is here at all At the heart of man is a void, if it isn’t filled, life it destroys Sociophobia takes its toll Devastates, isolates my mind above all (You’re not human, and you will never be) Why do I look at all these people doing their best to feel alive? Flushing money into good times all the while they are scraping by I don’t blame them, but I’m not them I’m not like them, I am not them Keep up the charade, smile and laugh like I’m alive Ask myself why I’m not at home where I might suffer alone Why is everybody vacant? Where is everyone’s humanity? And now I am alone No more suffering I exist for my own needs
3.	Pitch-Black (Alive at Romaphonic Studios) 06:11	lyrics	buy track
My psyche’s snapped, from wounds too deep to dress and wrap I’ve lost my mind to abuse This war-torn mind is vacant No one will get inside, no one, I do not mind There are no more ways to hurt me No one will ever find me in this pitch-black empty room All hail our lord and savior solitude My memories keep on fading as dementia wipes out my life This war-torn mind is vacant No one will get inside, no one, I do not mind There are no more ways to hurt me No one will ever find me in this pitch-black empty room All hail our lord and savior solitude A silent, unseen metamorphosis; I am not who they think I am This shell is cold, an empty husk free from the illusions of pain and joy There’s pitch-black in me This war-torn mind is vacant There are no more ways to hurt me No one will ever find me All hail our lord and savior solitude This war-torn mind is vacant No one will get inside, no one, I do not mind There are no more ways to hurt me No one will ever find me in this pitch-black empty room All hail our lord and savior solitude

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Live session recorded at Romaphonic Studios, Buenos Aires, Argentina, during the 2022 This Darkness Feels Alive Tour.

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released April 28, 2023

Yoav Ruiz-Feingold - Vocals
Matias Bahamondes - Guitars
Matias Salas - Bass
Agustin Lobo - Drums

Recorded at Romaphonic Studios, Buenos Aires, Argentina. December 2022
Produced and engineered by Mural Sessions

Mixed & Mastered by Pancho Arenas, Talca, Chile
Audio edited by Matias Bahamondes at The Dog Studios, Santiago, Chile
Art by Eduardo Correa

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Overtoun Santiago, Chile

Metal Band formed by Yoav Ruiz-Feingold, Matías Bahamondes, Matías Salas and Agustín Lobo. Creating a new form of music influenced by Thrash, Death and Latin music, they are also building a new metal scene full of youth, passion and energy.