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A Thousand Scars

by Eric Clayton

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Alveus Lacuna
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Alveus Lacuna I connected the most deeply with the debut Saviour Machine full length, and frankly enjoyed some of the rest of the catalog but found much of the material indistinguishable and lacking the personality and power of the earliest songs by the band.

While the sound is different here, I feel that personality in each song, and that early clarity and focus. The Brothers Clayton have tapped into some special creative channel through their long exile, like they’ve managed to bottle some lightning again. Favorite track: Where It Starts.
daniellionheart
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daniellionheart I absolutely LOVE this album! In my opinion, the best you've done yet. Great comeback!
Matthew Skipworth
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Matthew Skipworth Eric Clayton's Saviour Machine 1 album is perhaps my favourite album of all time. I love it. This album is a very different beast but beautiful, passionate, moving and honest. Highly recommended. Favorite track: A Man's Heart.
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1.
In the space between us Is the sign of life There to free us of the places That leave us crawling on the knife In disgrace, redeem us See us in the dark And reveal to us the stranger’s name Before we tear ourselves apart In the space between us There is love, there is light In the distance, it speaks to us It reaches for us, dancing in the night For love… for love is all we have to give For truth… for truth and all that stands to live For hope… for hope and grace and faith remain For one… for one and all that bleeds into the same Surrender to the fate Forever, in the space between us The distance calls to meet us Resistance won’t defeat us We will never walk away again In the face of all this madness In the places of our sadness In a trace of hopes and fears In the name of those who hear For the pain and tribulation For the tears and lamentation For the vacant heart forsaken From the shadows, they awaken In mercy and in grace Forever, in the space between us For all who wander in the game For all who walk in darkness It will never be the same Let the space between us fade away in disgrace For the love and the light, we embrace Forever we embrace…
2.
Come, my fateless son, walk with me through perdition Come, my patient one, talk with me in sedition This is not a dream… This is not at all what it seems to be After all is spoken, after all believe After all is written in my eyes for those to see After all is broken, after all the lines are crossed And all the scars have opened… Inside my possessions are all my obsessions, alive This is not my crime… this is my confession… The sound of my silence was lost in The violence of time… revelation mine… I’m wandering in madness, i’m pondering the time I’m trapped inside my own mind, i’m haunted by design I live to light the future and not define the past I want to find the answers and i hope to find The man behind the mask… The prophet, the dreamer, the hero, the healer and i All of us in line… the priest and the preacher, the tyrant, The teacher and i… revelation mine… i’m praying for a sign Revelation mine… Come, my fateless son, walk with me through perdition Come, my faithful one, talk with me in sedition Jesus is my superstition… Now his name is nailed into the poet’s eyes Solemnly he stands alone to claim the prophet’s time… It’s all beyond divine… revelation mine… It’s all beyond the violence of the mind When the mind and the madness takes us When the heart and the sadness breaks us When illusion claims us, shapes us, makes us see When i close my eyes, it’s murder, when i open time, It slips away from me in paralyzed persona and delusion In the course of our destruction, at the source of our despair In the darkness, seeking darkness, reaching towards the pain… I’m standing there
3.
Help me… Blessed are the poor, blessed are the weak Blessed are the bastards and the freaks Solemnly, he breaks… quietly, he turns away Frightened eyes see only where it hurts Violently forsaken, traumatized and vacant Desperation claims the fractured son Tell me… tell me you love me Tell me before it falls apart Tell me you know just where it starts Loving you deceives me Loving you is all that i believe In all that i receive Loving you completely Loving you is all i have to give It’s all i want to live for Help me… i have seen the monster’s eyes Staring through her faces Staring through his lies Help me… Voices from the past echo in my head Finding us and binding us in dread Spoken in our silence, written in our souls Leaving us with nothing but our ghosts Woven into sadness, atmosphere and time The madness paints the canvas for another crime Show me… show me you know me Show me the face of your direction And the place of your affection Mother, am i lonely? Mother, can you hold me in your arms And show me where it starts? Father, am i sacrifice? Father, i am terrified again Where do i begin? Help me… i am haunted by a frightened little boy I am trapped inside and wandering beside you Will you teach me how to live with your creation? I have seen the monster’s eyes, and they are mine…
4.
In The Lines 04:56
Here in my deepest emotions I have lost my way Here in my sacred devotion I have found my place Here in my silent affliction I can fear the rage Here is my violent addiction I can feel the change I can feel it change… It’s all in the lines of the fateful receiver It’s all of the mind of the pain and the healer It’s all in the eyes of the faithless believer It’s all of our lies… it’s all of our lives in the lines Here is the gift of the father To receive the son Here is the savage monster Here is the hollow one Here in my darkest spaces Here in my frightened places Here is a pound of flesh Here is a mound of death It’s all in the lines of the fateful receiver It’s all of the mind of the pain and the healer It’s all in the eyes of the faithless believer It’s all of our lies… it’s all of our lives in the lines These unspeakable crimes They are all in the lines There is madness and fear Then the sadness appears There is malice in here… There is malice in here
5.
To seek asylum In perfect light To stare into violence To fear for your life To lay down or fight? To love a man’s heart When he gives into violence and rage To know a man’s soul When the scars are all over his face In the place of redemption and grace To love him just the same… To run from danger To bleed and to fear To hide from the stranger When the monster appears Can you hold back the tears? To love a man’s heart When it lives in the language of hate To hold a man’s soul In the palm of your hand as he breaks Forgive him for all that he takes To love him just the same… All of our paths have been chosen And all of our lives set in motion And all of our dreams and devotions And all of our hearts have been broken And all of our words have been spoken In the name of the father, the son, and The broken ones… as they break the same In the name of the father, the son, and The hollow one… as he breaks away… To face the stranger To give him a name To walk in the footsteps of anger To live with a lifetime of shame… Can you find a way?
6.
Initiated 05:47
Watch, listen, learn… I recommence the indoctrination Of the child in silence I’m born again, and it stains my eyes With other forms of violence You sold the lie – to justify What you’ve created – initiated You bought the time – you crossed the line And we were naked – indoctrinated You turned the wine into poison minds Lost in these delusions You forced the tide of the genocidal book And these illusions You were the voice – and you projected You were the master – and you infected me You were deception – controlled perception And how it shapes us – initiates us Pornographic ideology emerging… Forming in my eyes, i see the tyrant surging I close my eyes and the circle breaks Children seek asylum Behind the veil of distortion it waits Phantoms speak beside them Pronounce the time Renounce the crimes And sound the call to rise Beyond your own demise Child of the mind Child of the secret signs Child of the faker Betray the maker of lies… There is no order, there is no grace There is no fate in this incestuous faith
7.
The Cages 05:27
I’m standing at the corners of the mind I’m playing with the infinite design I’m staying for the imminent decline I’m dying on the vine… And the violent rage inside us needs to feed And it opens the cages of our mutilation and disease And the cycle breaks to find us in the dust Cover me in the remains of one… From the womb, reveal yourself to me Cast aside, forsaken and deceived Trapped inside the secrets we can’t hide Break the chains and rise… And the hand that mocked them in the end And the heart that fed them in the shadows of the dead In the minds of the tyrants of the past All great things must first wear terrifying masks… Angels sing the chorus of the lost Captured in the lines, the lines we fear to cross All in hell ignites the monster’s eyes All in heaven dies… In the glass menagerie On display for the gods to see Here we are, condemned to the cages From the cradle to the grave In the mind of delusion In the face of our revolution In the anguish that sustains us in sacred places Trapped inside these mortal spaces… In the greatest illusion In the pages of evolution In the traces… our creation… the final stages And the heart of darkness rages…
8.
Lacerations 03:55
The silent pain has come alive The quiet shame is crawling The tyrant’s name is genocide The violent game is calling me… Painting madness… chained in sadness The canvas aches for my design The script is waiting for me It vanishes, it stains my eyes It’s lost inside my story… I blame you in all of my vice I blame you in all of my sacrifice Cutting out the darkness and the light Painting madness… chained in sadness Confrontation… separation Transformation… liberation The violent game is calling me… Fascination with our lacerations In our sacrifice and lamentations After all is lost and all is taken All the scars are mine, once forsaken By my own design… Cut into a thousand pieces of christ
9.
I’m lost between the darkness and the night I’m caught between the shadows and the light I’m torn between the silence and the violent Refrain of the mind, and all its turns… I’m dying again – i’m lying again I’m crying again – i’m trying to be strong I’m hiding again – i’m fighting again Inside of me it’s broken Inside of me it waits, and then… Chasing monsters never ends… it never ends I’m frightened when the sadness calls my name I’m trapped inside the pain of fear and rage I’m hanging on for mercy, i’m praying As i cling to the stage… my scars remain… I’m dying again – i’m lying again I’m crying again – i’m trying to be strong I’m hiding again – i’m fighting again Inside of me it’s broken Inside of me it waits, and then… Chasing monsters never ends… it never ends If only i understood the madness The paralyzing sadness The anguish and despair In all my own delusions I’m standing still… nowhere… I’m dying again – i’m lying again I’m crying again – i’m trying to be strong I’m hiding again – i’m fighting again Inside of me it’s spoken In spite of me it breaks again… Chasing monsters… it never ends It only begins…
10.
And we all fall down… Where is the love lost between us? Where is the hope left to heal us? Where is the light that i used to see? Where is the man that i used to be? There is the trauma inside you There in the drama beside you Here in the arms of induction Here is the path of destruction… All of this time we’ve been waiting All of our hopes have been fading All of the seams have been ripped apart All of our dreams have been martyred and Left in the dark… turning inward… burning out… Make believe it’s not just madness We deceive ourselves in the sadness Hold us in this sacred realm of tyrants This is not a war, this is just a murder This is not to bind you in seclusion… This is not to blind you in its self-imposed delusions Pushing them away, forcing them to stay, time and Time again, kneel before the dying of a stranger… Turning inward… burning out… And we all fall down, and we all fall down And we all get lost along the way And we all get turned around Kneel before me now! A falling away into nothing A calling, it fades into something divine A subtle collapse in the story A subtle collapse and the glory, the glory is mine All the senseless suffering in time Stamped upon these lifeless things of mine Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair All beside remains, boundless and bare… Look into my eyes – look upon my face Look at my demise – look at my decay Look at my decay…
11.
They bought my silence, they sold my grief Pray for me… pray for me… They sold me hatred, they sold me greed They sold me violence and heresy They left me broken, they left me shamed They gave me something to quiet the pain They brought me tyrants and industry They bought the crime and perversion of me They dealt illusions of healers and thieves They pumped me full of delusions and dreams I’m down on my knees to worship at the Altar of my disease… she opens the door… I’m down on the floor with my american whore She’s got me, she’s got me begging for more… She’s got me chasing it, she’s got me clean She’s got me strung out and in between She sold my sacrifice, she sold my soul to vice… She stole my name to seal the pain of a thousand lives Tear down the vacant messiah The fallen nation in rust Burn down the sacred asylum in lust They sold us out, they sold in god we trust In god we trust, it’s all in dust, it’s all of us… We all know the maker, we all know the score I’m down on the floor with my american whore To love her or leave her, or take her to war I’m down on the floor with my american whore I’ve worn out my faces, i’ve torn at the sores I’m down on the floor with my american whore She breathes, she bleeds, she needs and she feeds She’s got me… she’s got me begging for more… I’m down on the scene… i’m displaced, it seems I’m lost in the american dream…
12.
Faithful Son 01:46
13.
New Man 04:48
This is the hour of shadows This is the stranger seen Angels dwell, possessing me In all of man’s insanity… Senses profound – voices and sounds Faces where we hide ourselves And places where we’re found Where are we now? Lost in the crowd… Everything is far away in traces underground Fragments in dust – scattered, it seems… Faithfully i’m caught between The nightmare and the dream Where can i hide the tears? Where can i quiet the fears? Where is the path? Where is the healing? Where do i go from here? Climbing the walls – scaling the time Crawling in line, begging and bleeding For something divine… In and around the corners of time In between sight, in between sound In between mind… Finding a place – turning the page Faces peel away the man Returning to the stage… Look at my heart, it bleeds Look in my eyes and see The reckless hero, wandering And self-perception driving me When all the world was broken And all the love had slipped away When madness claimed the faithful son The new man took his place Then all my dreams were shattered Then all my hope was lost in vain Then all my ashes gathered And the new man, he remained And all the truth is spoken now To silence me inside, and drown the Wakeful anguish of the side effects in time The side effects in time…
14.
Can you see the lines? Can you feel the pain? Can you touch the surface? Can you speak the name? Can you hear the sadness? Can you taste the tears? As i face the final curtain Can you see me standing here? Can you feel my open heart? Can you touch the ground it breaks? Can you feel the thunder of my voice? Can you hear the sound it makes? Can you trace the history? Can you face the past? Can you solve the mystery at last? Can you see the man behind the mask? Can you heal the wounded ones? Can you make amends? Can you live to see the monster sleeping? Can you hold his ashes in your hands? Can’t you see the mirrors in my eyes? Can’t you see me falling in the streams? Can’t you hear me crying for the others? Can’t you hear the murder of a dream? Can’t you feel them open now? Can’t you see the scars remain? They’re scattered in the pieces of our lives Do you feel the same? Let me see your faces, let me take the pain away Let me heal a place within your heart Let me feel the love remain… All of our afflictions, all in desperation All of our convictions, call in lamentation All the mutilation, all the desecration All the fascination, all the lacerations All that i want to face All that my heart embraces All that i live to see All that i hope to be In a thousand scars…
15.
For the lost and the broken All alone in the fight For the hope of the hopeless sinner Who lives between shadows and light For the truth has been spoken And the time is at hand And the faithfully wounded remain And we’re lost in the virtues of man Love… love is a whisper not a shout… not a shout Hear… hear in my voice, as it rejoices in the sound For the hope of tomorrow Can we not be afraid? Can we fight back the horror of it all? Can we hold back the floodgates of hate? To the faithful departed To the sage on the stage again In the strength of our broken places We stand, we call, and we wait… Love… love is a whisper not a shout… not a shout Hear… hear in my voice, as it rejoices in the sound Every day in your faces, every day in your eyes Every day in your patience and faith In a way, you all saved my life… In the scars we are broken apart In the monster it fades again And it seems like a dream to me now And it feels like the marks make the man Love… love is a whisper not a shout… not a shout Hear… hear in my voice, as it rejoices in the sound Love is alive… love is alive... And it speaks to me in the silence And it sings with me in the sound And it lives and breathes in the space between In the hopes and dreams we have found… Love is the healer – love is the light Love is in everything – everything right Love isn’t hateful – love isn’t blind Love shall remain – love will survive Love is alive…

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A Thousand Scars;
An intimate journey of the wounds that shape us and recreate us.

Digital release is available. Physical formats (CD and vinyl) is available as 2nd pressing: www.eric-clayton.com

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released April 24, 2020

Story / narrative and lyrics by Eric Clayton
Music by Eric Clayton, Jeff Clayton, Adam Pederson, Ludo Caanen and Twan Bakker
Songs performed by The Nine
Produced by Eric Clayton and Devon Graves

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