Definitely Neighborhood

(Boredom is painful)
(I hate this so much)
(I want to go back to bed)

Stuck in this loop
No end in sight
It's excruciating
My mind's frustrating

This boredom
Oh this boredom
Won't you let me go? (I hate this so much)

I'm caught in a cycle
Can't take it anymore
This endless void
Pulling me through

This boredom
Oh this boredom
Won't you let me go? (I hate this so much)

Feeling like I'm stuck (Oh man)
Twiddling my thumbs (The clock is so slow)
Time just crawling by (Fucking bored)

This boredom
Oh this boredom
Won't you let me go? (I hate this so much)

Boredom (Is painful)
This boredom (No end in sight)
Boredom (So frustrating)

This boredom
Oh this boredom
Won't you let me go?

This Boredom

This Boredom (Jazz Version)

Fun House

I'm not angry
I'm not sad
I'm not happy
I'm not mad

I'm not worried
I'm not scared
I'm not hidden
I'm not seen

I'm not anything
I'm meant to be
Choosing what to be
I'm just me

I'm not lost
I'm not found
I'm not silent
I'm not loud

I'm not anything
I'm meant to be
Walking my own way
I'm just me

I am simple
I am free
I am just
Simply me

I'm not anything
I'm just me
I'm just me
I'm just me

Just Me

Sunset Anchor

Calming Storm

Clarity In Chaos

Pleas Into The Void

Sage

A stranger came
From long ago
A shadow cloaked
Purpose known

The future’s flame ignites
In judgment’s blinding light
She named the chosen one
A loaded gun

The earth split wide
Poisoned and scarred
A gift returned
By hands untouched

You had been warned
Since the day of your birth
A reckoning comes
To reclaim the earth

Now time runs thin
The price is owed
For paradise
Destroyed by you

Your future fades to black
No time to turn back
She named the chosen one
A loaded gun

Ancient Machine - Reckoning

Welcome to the Antarctic Base
All engines engaged
Methane whispers, circuits ignite
Soul and Machine
It's coming back

Buried deep beneath the sands of time
Solar flares awaken the ancient mind
So many souls gone (Blast Off)
Oh
What am I doing this for? (Blast Off)
Crying from the machine

Soul Machine
Soul Machine
Soul Machine
Soul Machine

He’s headed toward you, a force unleashed
Wires hum with an unholy feast
Time unravels, the clockwork spins
The Soul Machine—

The time, it’s finally here
Soul Machine whispers, crystal-clear
Blast off—what have we done?
The Machine rises, we’ve just begun.

Ancient Machine - Buried Soul

Let the visions haunt their minds,
Dreams and nightmares intertwined.
A fragile hope, a whispered prayer—
That fear may guide them to repair.

Fragile Hope

The Hours Win blends understated indie rock with lyrical resignation. Driven by steady drums, clean guitars, and softly layered vocals, the song captures the numb ache of monotony and the quiet surrender to passing time. Intimate yet expansive, it drifts through the spaces between frustration and acceptance, offering a subtle anthem for the quietly stuck.

Chad Thomas

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