-Lyrics-

I was born into rules I never chose.
Each word held chains I didn’t know.
Wore names stitched in before I could speak.
Silenced by a cage built into my skin.

They call it order, I call it fiction.
Scripted roles and plastic gods.
You don’t see the wires dig in,
But they still pull.

[Chorus]
This is all made up,
Every throne, every cage.
Built by hands like ours…
And we can tear it down.  (tear it down)

[Verses]
Truth is whispered through gritted teeth,
Still echoed in our robes of grief. 
Bent and buried by unmarked stone.
We are not what they told.

My blood on his hands he said, “Men don’t cry”,
Fixed his cuff, left the wreckage behind.
What we call power, is fear in disguise,
What we call normal, is someone else’s lie.

They call it order, I call it fiction.
Scripted gods and plastic fools.
You don’t see the wires sink in,
But they still pull.

 
[Chorus]
This is all made up,
Every throne, every cage.
Built by hands like ours.
We can tear it down. (tear it down)

This is all made up,
Every law, every name,
Forged in fear and pain,
We can tear it down.  (tear it down)

[Bridge]
No chains below.
No gods above me,
If it can be built,
It can be broken.

If it can be built,
Then it can be broken. 
If it can be broken,
it can be built.

If it can be built,
Then it can be broken.

If we can be broken,
We can rebuild.

[Outro] 
We are made,
We are unmade.
We are the authors now.

Unmade

Noise in a forsaken aether
 - industrial, ambient, cinematic soundscapes


Music by Andrew Carvaé

Session musician. Multi-instrumentalist. Producer. Songwriter.

Hovering around the alt metal and industrial scene. A history in the classical music world. Utilised to bring a touch of edge to popular genres of the moment. Looking to break away to release new compositions. The soundscapes and songs that have echoed inside; to be freely crafted, away from the prescriptions of others.

Unmade

CARVΛE