Voices of the Void, by CARNEIA (2024)

1.

It only comes at nightStaring demons creep insideIt’s the making of the universeNo one can break the mouldWe’re all sinners when we fallIt’s the making of the universe, my universeIt’s too lateI’m out of timeEnd lifeFaces look downBlack eyeBurns a hole in my mindStubborn we carry onPush the heavy stone aroundIt’s the making of the universeConfusion growing highOnly chaos beyond lightIt’s the making of the universe, my universeIt’s too lateI’m out of timeEnd lifeFaces look downBlack eyeBurns a hole in my mindIt’s too lateI’m out of timeEnd lifeFaces look downBlack eyeBurns a hole in my mind 

2.

I just do this to myselfIt’s a game between fake and madI sacrifice my willAnd look for meaningIt’s that same old story lineYeah, the twists and turns of time run riot in different waysTangle down the spiral of my yesterdaysWrite my self-fulfilling prophecy My life led to slaughterSmells like blood and candyI just do this to myselfYeah I twist like an unborn childThere’s panic once again Like poison spreading In the burning hands of timeLies a dreamer drunk of pride Rely on hypocrisy Fall into the habit of conformityWrite my self-fulfilling prophecyMy life led to slaughterSmells like blood and candy This blood of mine It keeps me from growing oldWrite my self-fulfilling prophecyMy life led to slaughterSmells like blood and candy  

3.

There’s no xtc running down my spineOnly black coffee Common drug that I’m allowed But like a true addictionI would like to flowThe weight of all sorrow fadesI’m always trapped in my head insteadWhere’s the fire?Are there pills that I should take?Play some music for hollow you and hollow meLet’s dance on the ashes of the madness of our dreamsThe weight of all sorrow fadesI’m always trapped in my head insteadThe friction between our souls and the outside worldIs vaster than the oceanBut I can’t stand the stormI might ‘ve failed, but promise me that you’ll never change ‘cause They’ll never understandLightning crashes down In our bloody handI know, we are still the sameLightning crashes downIn our beggars handThe weight of all sorrow fadesI’m always trapped in my head instead

4.

A loaded gun in my handTrauma galvanizes hateI’m looking at the old manThe loneliness of a mistakeStop writing hell on the wallAn eye for an eye keeps us all in the darkA loaded gun in my handBut I’m too drunk to even knowStop writing hell on the wallIt runs in my family. It sleeps in my home.A loaded gun in my handYeah, I’m too drunk to even knowI am raging in the floodboiling water dances I am raging in the floodAnger is the way I give History is madnessAre we vile or are we brave?We walk among the shadowsIt’s not easy to fit inStop writing hell on the wallLiving is giving and still you’re aloneA loaded gun in my handSee, I’m too drunk to even knowI am raging in the floodboiling water dancesI am raging in the floodAnger is the way I give MotherAre you still there?Can we even talk?The light is fading outI see it in your eyesA loaded gun in my handTrauma galvanizes hateI’m looking at the old manThe aftermath of a mistakeStop writing hell on the wallLiving is giving and still you’re aloneA loaded gun in my handYeah, It’s too dark to find my home(put on the light)The light is fadingWhere is my home?The hangman is waiting nowI can’t return

5.

Your house caught on fire and I can’t look away Trying to feel the meds kicking inThe bed is in the middle of the raging blazeFighting the flames of oblivionBedsheets are soaked in mortal sinLet it all burnLet it all burnWhen I return I’ll take all the blameI am the shadow manshadow ManDo you believe I’m your mindWaisting the colours of my skinDo you believe I’m your mindWaisting the colours of my skinThe night caught on fire and I can’t walk awayEven when guilt comes calling againRaising our voices above everythingMild alcohol intoxicationWarming our flesh in the wildernessLet it all burn, let it all burnWhen I return I’ll take all the blameI am the shadow manDo you believe I’m your mindWaisting the colours of my skinDo you believe I’m your mindWaisting the colours of my skinDo you believe I’m your mind 

6.

My body feels colderMy body, my bodyMy body feels colderFeels colder, feels colderRunning scared, runningRunning scared, runningMy eyes turn blindStay away from the living My body feels colderMy body, my bodyMy body feels colderFeels colder, feels colderRunning scared, runningRunning scared, runningEmpty cradleRed fang, razorBlack smoke choke all the light out of meFew crumbs, dark bloodDead bodies on my floorA flock of hungry black crows coming nearSatan… (what am I?)Walk inside meWalk inside meWhen I wear my mind like a crownI won’t kneel downWhen I die, look me in my black eyeSodom will riseMy body feels colder, my body My body feels colder, my body 

7.

You need a little timeYou gotta leave the wolves in their own spaceI see it in your faceIt’s easier to leave it all to fateWaitWait ‘till it all endSo we can run againWe’re not supposed to be hereLet Judas hang himselfTake some timeWe’re unable to compromiseFast living, leaves us beggingWaiting for another chanceSo we can run againWe’re not supposed to be hereLet Judas hang himselfThe road is longNo one knows where it all beganWe had nowhere to goWe might as well go all to hellSacrifice our own desiresBear the pain as long as you canIt shows me what’s insideWe pull ourselves together againRips my head apartBig dreams can spill out sometimeIt’s how we survive in this placeAnd when we die we turn into storiesI want you to be weak like meNo one here survivesThere’s no one to answer toOur promises our blindHear my anthem for the wastedI will start a fireIt burns for you

8.

“Voices of the Void”, CARNEIA’s fourth studio effort, creates an eclectic wall of sound that combines thoughtful riffs, a variety of rhythmic styles, instrumental improvisation and dynamical vocal lines. All of these elements combined, create a state of mind going from dark and heavy to melancholic and brooding.

The 8-song album offers an intense and introspective showcase. In this album an aging ‘lone wolf’ is stubbornly looking for some kind of meaning while struggling with trauma’s and heredity. Sometimes clashing with his inner demons and sometimes dealing with an uncomfortable emptiness. Suffering from a distorted self-image, he tries to find his place in this world.

released May 3, 2019

Jan Coudron / vocals
Thomas Combes / guitar - bass
Jille Vandromme / guitar
Joppe Vandewalle / drums

All tracks written, produced & performed by CARNEIA
Recorded, mixed & mastered by Thomas Combes @ Elbow Room
Artwork: Bram Tousseyn
Lay-out: Eefje Battel