unframed pictures of our epilogue

by i stared into the forest

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on this recording, isitf was: adrian, andrei, bogdan and claudiu.

this is a split release between fading halo records (fh003) and ulterior tapes (ulterior004).

recorded, mixed and mastered by marius costache at next dog studio.
artwork by ioana dragan.
logo design by mircea vlad.

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released 12 December 2012

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i stared into the forest Brașov, Romania

i stared into the forest is a hardcore band from brasov, romania. their sound is a mix of different hardcore styles, with emphasis on "real screamo" and metallic "math" hardcore. the band is built on diy ethics, a love of freedom and a strong stance against discrimination. their second release, titled "unframed pictures of our epilogue", was released on december 12, 2012 on fading halo records. ... more

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Track Name: no longer here
memories are all that’s left and these cold, shattered corpses left out to rot, withering in the seeping acid rain. rusted memorials to those poisoned and dead around the world, now buried in eons. in those days we were young, not innocent, but free. excited, strong, the world was ours to shape at will. before perdition mangled and consumed us. blind eyes stare from the scattered mental corpses. oiled black puddles rupture under my feet, trying to suck me in. i shouldn't be alone in this. i need all the help i can get.
Track Name: failing lungs
can we explain why it all fits together even though we don’t know how? can i subdue something huge when my facts are tiny and my instincts so vague? we need a fine nose to detect the subtle taints of the oppressive perfume which lures us with the weight of lethargy. we’re from completely different worlds but we've all been brushed by the circling shade of something dreadful and felt the threat at our spines. the future belongs to all of us we just have to stake our claims.
Track Name: their crooked teeth
streams of light are shed upon my half closed eyes. they are sewing my mouth, dictating me what to believe in. so much freedom, but they can’t stand it. don’t wake me up from this state. knives are pointed at our sources of knowledge. rage will reign supreme when they’ll control every bite of information our mind receives. being transformed into a model for gluttony and grief is not my idea of casting my traces through life. relating is not so difficult when you realize that nothing will be the same for everyone, not only for me.
Track Name: to hang by a thread
time’s running backwards, our wounds aren't painted in watercolors, they are smudged, tangled in cobwebs with a smell of spoiled fruits. chirping tunes of lost thoughts fill the air. people seem to be frozen in time but as we step on a pile of memories, their paralyzed bodies fall and get back up, over and over. we trip and fail under the weight of the emotional baggage we carry. while bones are meant to mend when broken, our hearts keep dying for years on end. there’s a hissing whisper. drifting from what made us whole, we approach a waterfall built on our mistakes. our ears tingle. this is it. we’ll drown on our hopes and dreams. after all of this, should we start over?