A Nightmare of Symmetry

by Event Horizon

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released February 14, 2017

Event Horizon is:
Max Sindermann - Guitar/Vocals
David Cortes - Guitar
Vincent Medina - Bass
Jacob Alves - Drums

Official Website: eventhorizonmusic.com
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Drums recorded by Shalee Productions, Ivana Bavin-Gómez-San Basilio
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Mixing/Mastering by Pepe Cifuentes, Javier Fernández Milla and Perdido Studios
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Logo by Dana MacKenzie
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Artwork by Sebastian Sindermann
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Copyright © 2017 Event Horizon

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Event Horizon Los Angeles, California

Founded by guitarist Max Sindermann, Event Horizon sought out to bridge the gap between classical guitar and modern death metal. Joined by David Cortes on guitar, Vincent Medina on bass, and Jacob Alves on drums, Event Horizon is making their mark by producing new and original progressive metal that has the lush, vibrant harmony of classical music and the raw, visceral energy of metal. ... more

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Track Name: Asymmetrical
On we march towards the sky, desperate wings soaring nigh. But we must carry on, though we fight while unfit.

They may say we are lost, that our pain is mental. We can fight for our escape, until we know that now both sides match.
Track Name: The Light That Carries Me
Pressure rising, seeking its grace. Elliptical, eggshell, numbered. So eternal, no sight beyond. Will this give me any peace?

Just swallow and take what it has to give.

Tear the skin away from the bone. Will I finally be able to detach? Where does my body and flesh end? And where does the mind begin? Can I have any say in this, or must I submit I will? Just reach on in and take one more, the end will make itself close enough.

In these endless halls of fury, only the white doorways exit. Rhythmic throbbing in my vision, I can hear the mal motif.

The cold liquid guides it on its path.

Tear the skin away from the bone. Will I finally be able to detach? Where does my body and flesh end? And where does the mind begin? Can I have any say in this, or must I submit I will? Just reach on in and take one more, the end will make itself close enough.

Away. Away we fly to the sky, with your sole hand in mine.

Will you take me all the way? Or will I just drop to the ground, a million miles from decay?

In a haze of confusion and denial, I will make myself reborn. One more swallow and my body will be torn, and my spirit will fly free.

So I flee towards the light that carries me.
Towards the light that carries me.
Towards the light that carries me.
Towards the light that carries me.
Track Name: Beyond the Fourth Wall
Bearing the burden of defeat, what I feel is her deceit. This mirror watches my own play about my dismay.

This final wall I cannot break to Icelandic fields of snakes. The audience participates in her fate.

For her I am a stranger, a desperate, depraved madman. But she will come to know my name and the depths of my soul.

Who ever said you can’t kill someone you love? Indecency is not something I’m above. I know my place as the wretched vile insect, the weeping killer that all of you reflect.

The slippery descent that all of you bear witness see. A one man show about the depths of man’s depravity.

This device of immolation is my tool of her damnation. Won’t you watch my show? Beyond the fourth wall is where I’ll go.

I have no rationale. Am I evil or diseased? This crime of self indulgence, a gift to my gross fantasy.

This is the best, the best of me.
Track Name: First World Phenomenon
What makes us so false and dejected that 1.2 million of us a year make the unending decision that brings it all to an end?

More than twice of us, where freedom is lost to choose your beliefs or morality.

Inane is our condition. Why can we not perceive our great fortune? Don’t we know that this is our only known form of awareness?

Some sort of evolutionary fault that makes us jump off the cliff. Just like the lemmings dive into the sea, with fear we embrace our own deaths. Some call it the work of the lonely coward, an existentialist greed. But all of us fight that burning desire, and in our shame we hide it.

We struggle to find meaning through burden. Why do we act on so much we cannot win? Shall we hold hands while diving into the sea? Let’s breath in our last hopes, staring to the bleak.

Up into the night.

An endless cavalcade of cars in the sky. Rustles in the wind of endless denial. Where did we lose our struggle to survive? A thankless chore we’ve made of our lives.

So little we strive to our potential. The stars beckon while we dig our holes. All this fortune, distorted by fear. We clip off our wings, from cages we lear.

Our freedom is so near. We have to hold it close, or sacrifice to life our destiny to exist.

Together we can overcome this first world phenomenon. Let’s raise our fists into the air and embrace the sky. Let’s call upon ourselves to change our desires. Let’s shout these words from way up high and embrace our lives:

The circle won’t be broken by the ashes of defeat. Our silence won’t be deafening, our words won’t be lies. We rise above the the plane of deceit. Our self-fulfilling destinies will be the trail we leave behind.