Inner Vitriol - Endless Spiral (Radio Edit)

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 Connect with Inner Vitriol: Facebook: Instagram: Website: Spotify: Website & Store: Amazon: Other Purchase Link: ******** 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.