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Kitsch (Demo)
05:49
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I can feel my feet falling out from underneath
As I’m bracing for the fall, am I actually prepared at all?
Is this even happening? Or have I fallen back asleep,
Regressing farther from the person I want to be?
What would become of me if I could set you free?
Cut all ties, run and hide?
Would it be better for me if I would lock myself inside...
Of this temple that I’ve built
To house my sorrow and my guilt?
But my condolences are none,
Colllect these words from off my tongue:
I’ve become amused by what you say is true
And as I crawl on through on my bloody hands and knees, I notice:
My dreamer’s head has overflowed and left me questioning ghosts
Fingers touch palms repeatedly to test my scope of reality.
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Spaces (Demo)
01:15
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Rain (Demo)
03:56
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It rained for three years straight
I can still hear the water on my glass window pane
And thought the rain clouds are gone and the sky is not gray,
It’s a goddamn shame, still nothing has changed.
After the storm when the smoke cleared away
I was left alone, alone in so much pain.
When my body hit the ground I struggled for some air,
But none made its way to my lungs I swear I couldn’t—
Breathe in at all.
Breathe at all.
I know, I swear I couldn’t breathe,
I didn’t see you helping me,
If I had, I probably could.
When you’re by my side,
That is all I need.
You keep me alive.
Alive and happy.
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Palm (Demo)
03:30
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I’ve been found guilty of several things that I didn’t do.
Doesn’t matter, though, I know you won’t believe the truth.
So slide on over and grip this open palm.
Let me write letters across what I hold on to.
I’ll trace the lines, they’ll come out right,
And everyone will know what they mean.
Slow your pace down.
Don’t get too far ahead of yourself.
You wouldn’t want to get lost
While you’re trying to cross
That bridge that you left so long ago.
The one that almost made you choke.
The one that almost took you.
How can you still make the walk? I don’t know.
You must be a stronger person after the fact.
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Progress (Demo)
05:06
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Fill me up with whatever you can find.
Whatever it’s takes to work waste your time.
I only want to be part at part of your life,
But I’m busy sifting through all your lies.
Tell me your secrets, I’ll keep them inside.
I promise to take everything you say and confide it to my own head.
Can you imagine this: a world free from piss—
From the horrors of criminal bliss?
Bad people completely erased
So you could happily and ignorantly live your days.
Without conflict, how are things to be resolved?
How can things change if everything’s in its right place?
There’s a need for a problem once in a while
So we can move on for miles.
Progress is caused by problems.
Progress is plagued by problems.
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Oh, I can feel you here.
And I know that I can hear
What’s become of you is not a glorious thing to perceive.
And it is striking in it’s own way, but it doesn’t impress me.
Oh, I am empty.
Not to mention my insides are rotting.
What kind of self-respecting man would put up with what I do?
I’ll tell you who: I would say me, but of course that’s not true.
Oh, I think I’m frozen inside.
And what’s left of me is not fit for you to find.
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