I Miss Your Warm Hands

lyrics:
everything you once knew was more than fake
how can i be mad at you when i'm the one to blame
x's and o's became less when we spoke
ash on my soul, i can't wait to reach home

how can this be bettering?
a reoccurring theme
benzo's, methamphetamines, take one to feel serene
i think one is settling, i hate to intervene
i think one is settling, i hate to intervene

falling
falling now
hide my face
i'm falling
falling
falling down
hide my face
i'm falling
falling
falling now
hide my face
i'm falling
falling
falling down
hide my face
i'm falling

my guiltiest pleasure is not having shame
knowing makes me better, it don't matter you the same
spades will be spades, they won't change by the day
snakes will be snakes, they do shed by the day

how can this be bettering?
a reoccurring theme.
benzo's, methamphetamines, take one to feel serene
i think one is settling, i hate to intervene
i think one is settling, i hate to intervene


frightening, it's all deceiving
foresting, for pure protection
blackened hollow, in succession
weepy shadows, stood contestant
cobra's rattle, first impression
constant babble, least succession
constant battle, count my blessings
constant battle, count my blessings

frightening, it's all deceiving
foresting, for pure protection
blackened hollow, in succession
weepy shadows, stood contestant
cobra's rattle, first impression
constant babble, least succession
constant battle, count my blessings
constant battle, count my blessings

dirt road :/

repressed

this house is not the same

I would daydream about going into bathouses... Letting anyone have their way with me. Won't ask who they were, never seeing their face, never know their name. To remove unclear feelings about my end. 

Lyrics: 

I bathe in ritual
I offer myself to strangers in the shadows

I let them all inside
I let them bless me with a gift of true mortality

Tear me open
Sow your gift within my soil
I won't refuse
seromony conversion 

I used to be afraid
Until I started fading into my conclusion

Now I get to decide
To leave behind a world that I was forced into

Tear me open
Sow your gift within my soil
I won't refuse
seromony conversion

Come inside 
Come inside me



The Last +

repeat to yourself that they're not really gone
time has proven that fooling yourself into believing
a lie is the most effective way to deal with
things you have no control over

keep listening to the mixtapes they made you
overanalyse every single word you hear
"was this a sign that things were going wrong"
no no, you were the one that cared too hard, not them

stay up every single night staring at your phone
either attempting to gather up the courage to
turn these demons, these constant reminders of
your loneliness into nothing more than a bad dream
or praying just for one second you could feel
the warmth of equally returned love

go out for coffee four times a week by yourself
always bring your notebook, never stop writing
leave little comics and thank you notes with your tip
watch them smile as you get in your car

always talk down on yourself whenever possible
my life is shit because i deserve it, right?
you must have done something real bad
its nearly impossible for you to cry now

avoid your friends for weeks even though
they're the only sense of consistency you have
left in your life, if they really wanted
to see you they'd come, but they won't (who cares?)

allow yourself to lose interest in the things you love
watch as you begin to take a backseat to the
world around you, don't fight it
become a secondary character in your own motion picture

but most importantly drown every single one of
your feelings in old stolen rum, learn to
love the taste of it dripping down your throat
find comfort in the warmth coming from your
stomach, you're drinking bottled love now

you don't need other people to drive away your loneliness
you just needed to find a way to talk to it

how to never stop being sad

Stratosphere

Constellations

I am a songwriter and producer. I spend my life at home alone, recording with gear slowly acquired over years. I occasionally work with anonymous souls who revel in the same darkness that I do. 

I'll make this music until I'm finished living.

The Last +

Nikolas Münzen

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