Unending conspiracy to deafen my conscience. The redundancy of stuttering voices in my head haunting like the dreaded memory of fading shadows. Sought after from afar, but there's no one there. I'm a drowning drone in the arms of sleep.
Track Name: call of the void
We want out. Chasing dreams only brings nightmarish realities. Comfort lies in the familiarity of the void. The risk of joy brings unnecessary uncertainties - the risk of falling off the last foothold. The light at the end of the tunnel illuminates nothing. Through fading hopes and dying hearts, we live this life entrenched in doubt. Embrace the pain with outstretched arms - we just want out.
Track Name: imperfections of growth and decay
Years spent mimicking the patterns. Meanings never carried through. Taught to the test, left behind with failure. Static tremor - reaching out to touch only empty space; living repelled by the sense of disjunction, distortion, discomfort. Let the waves come: crush the concrete, smooth the imperfections, lay down the path and recede - no static remains.