The Infinity Cinema - The Ever Persistent Itch (Official Video)

The first track off our debut EP, Act I: The Ever Persistent Itch.

Video by Matthew Manyak (www.matthewmanyak.com)

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Lyrics

Everyday perform the ritual of insanity
Construct a shrine of bodies, made of all society
Carry the weight (Carry the weight)
Carry the weight of all the ancestors that came before,
Who filled your heart and soul with shame

Fist of the father (fist of the father)
Blood of the son (blood of the son)
Poured on the altar
Thy will be done

I. Can’t. Scratch. This itch inside, I must
Feed. This. Pain. Into eternity

We’ve left our honor stranded on the shores
Confusing the waters, while drowning each other
We want our lives to feed us so much more
One life for another, one life for another life tossed away

Lord of the fallen step from your throne
Lay waste to the ignorant people that infest every pore of my home

Feel my heart rattle inside
May this pain never die

And if it don’t subside
Well then I guess ill write
Until the ink runs dry

Will the father of the water rise from slumber for his daughter?
Will the father of the water rise from slumber for his daughter?
Will the father of the water rise from slumber for his daughter?
Will the father of the water rise from slumber for his daughter?



(Concept)

Here, we are introduced to the main character of our story, The Writer. At the dawn of the 20th century, he has gone through some form of tragedy in his life. Once a full time writer of whimsical family friendly tales, has been brought low by the weight of life.

Sickened by society and the hand he's been dealt, he locks himself away from the world. Where he begins to write stories of which he had never even considered before. Dark tales of horror began to pour from him. An endless geyser of inspiration flooding his pages. Though to him, no story felt grand enough. No story could scratch the itch of his creative mind.

Until he finally found what he was looking for. A single story that must be told to the masses. One of an ancient being, seeking to return to this world to usher in the birth of his grandchild at the price of humanity. As each step of this horrific ritual is written, the line between fiction and reality almost seem to blur.