VERSE 1

I don't think I will ever find
A new way to define what goes on in my mind, but
I gotta do something to pass the time
And so I rhyme about how I opine for
The days when I wasn't thinking why I'm thinking what I thought.
If I did, got a simple answer, never sought
Deeper meaning in my feelings and beliefs.
It was a one-way street, but now I lose sleep
Meditating over everything that I think.
Masturbating mentally about how thoughts are linked.
I blinked, and my whole world opened up.
No warning, now my mind's up its own ass. Fuck.
I've gotta find myself, but where do I look?
I've searched every cranny more thoroughly than the nooks.
I took a chance with a self-help book
But, even more than what I say, it was gobbledygook.
I look into myself sneakily, using stealth.
If my mind catches on, it'll cave in on itself.
I got this feeling that I still haven't shook.
Fuck it for now, all I've got to find is the hook.

CHORUS

I'm going in, by myself.
Take the end of this rope and pull if I need help
You'll feel it twitch, keep your grip while I'm deployed.
Flip the switch on this trip, because I'm lost in the void.

BRIDGE

And even if I can't find what I'm looking for
I'll take the chance to explore my core.
Not even sure what the end game is, but
Hidden in the abyss is my bliss.

VERSE 2

No regrets. Fuck it.
I'm living my life and y'all can suck it.
Looks like I don't think twice, and so I'm punished.
But I think eight times before I order McNuggets.
I'm playing my hand, what's your bet?
Goin all in, papa's gotta pay off some debt.
Full house, but life's got a straight flush.
I brush it off, act like it all ain't much, but
Fine, there's a regret. That's one.
What am I trying to prove with the web that I've spun?
My questionable choices had begun
Out the womb, ass-first, cheeks surrounding the thumb.
Looking for the undo button.
I'd summon mutton, shovel it in my face like I'm a glutton.
Just another bad choice, but I'd have a way around it.
Every day, fucked up and then rewound it.

CHORUS

I'm going in, by myself.
Take the end of this rope and pull if I need help
You'll feel it twitch, keep your grip while I'm deployed.
Flip the switch on this trip, because I'm lost in the void.

VERSE 3

I wish that I had done some shit different, but it's history.
Even to myself I'm distant, like emotional dystrophy.
It's no mystery. I'd instantly change
Anything that I could that was feasibly arranged.
I wish there was a deity so I could attain
What I wanted through prayer instead of painful self-examination.
My own patient, and my own shrink.
"Doc, I tell you, I'm on the brink
Of something good, but I'm not sure what."
"It's probably nothin, don't get your hopes up."
Them's the ropes, huh? "Don't get your hopes up."
Excited and looking forward to something? Tut, tut.
The landscape of my life could use a touch-up.
Everything on earth started with a busted nut.

CHORUS

I'm going in, by myself.
Take the end of this rope and pull if I need help
You'll feel it twitch, keep your grip while I'm deployed.
Flip the switch on this trip, because I'm lost in the void.

Lost In The Void

Telephone plane

3 - WIP

The Summer Song

First finished song of my new album "Paris Burns"

Brigitte Bardot

tractorbean

First self produced track i wrote it and produced it in one day, any criticism and advice very welcome .

Lone Travler

Kenai

Written, performed, and produced by Fabio Biancarelli. Elevator muzak graciously provided by Keir Schmidt.

Read the story here: http://www.406ness.com/elevator/

Elevator

SUM - 3

Likelikelikelike

Recently re-inspired. I make everything myself much too quickly without enough deliberation.

Lost In The Void

80hp