EO - Broken Halo

BPD·ID8

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Stand in the pouring rain
I could see my own grave
Find the one to blame
Say the shit that they won't say

Damn my back's in pain
From carrying the whole game
I could crash the plane
I could burn the whole place

And I'm not afraid
To swallow a live grenade
And blow you away
Blow you away

Cut through the static haze
I'm a spark that lights the flames
No one left to save
I'll erase what you can't face

Shadows crawl inside my brain
Nothing left but rust and chains
Tear it down, erase the name
Watch it all go up in flames

And I'm not afraid
To swallow a live grenade
And blow you away
Blow you away

And I'm not afraid
To swallow a live grenade
And throw you away
Throw you away

[Intro]
(Do you feel them?)
(Do you feel them watching?)

[Verse 1]
There's a weight above the ceiling that we're never meant to see
Fingers longer than the highways pulling strings we call "free"
Every breath you think you're taking, every step you think you choose
They're the ones who move the current, they're the ones who light the fuse

[Pre-Chorus]
And sometimes late at night I feel it—
A tickle on my skin
Like something reaching through the fabric
From the world that we're trapped in

[Chorus]
THEY'RE ABOVE! THEY'RE ABOVE!
Giant hands we've never known
THEY'RE ABOVE! THEY'RE ABOVE!
Pulling flesh, conducting bone!
We're the dolls beneath the floorboards
We're the shadows of their storm
TONIGHT THE GIANTS RAGE IN HEAVEN
AND WE DANCE TO KEEP THEM WARM!

[Verse 2]
Watch the cars move like they're dreaming on an invisible track
Every baby born is molded by the hands behind the black
Lightning's just their fingertips tapping on our paper sky
We mistake the strings for freedom, we mistake the cage for "why"

[Pre-Chorus]
Can you feel the tremors building?
Something's wrong up there tonight
Halloween—the veil is thinning
And the storm's becoming bright

[Chorus]
THEY'RE ABOVE! THEY'RE ABOVE!
Giant hands we've never known
THEY'RE ABOVE! THEY'RE ABOVE!
Pulling flesh, conducting bone!
We're the dolls beneath the floorboards
We're the shadows of their storm
TONIGHT THE GIANTS RAGE IN HEAVEN
AND WE DANCE TO KEEP THEM WARM!

[Instrumental Break]

[Bridge]
They made the mothers, made the fathers
Made the children made of dust
We're scratching at dimensions
While they cradle us in rust

Feel the tickle? That's them moving
Feel the shiver? That's them near
On Halloween the storm breaks open—
AND THE GIANTS SHOW NO FEAR!

[Final Chorus]
THEY'RE ABOVE! THEY'RE ABOVE!
Gods we'll never understand!
THEY'RE ABOVE! THEY'RE ABOVE!
We're the puppets in their hands!
We're the echoes in the basement
We're the trembling, we're the swarm
THE GIANTS SCREAM TONIGHT IN THUNDER
AND WE DANCE INSIDE THEIR STORM!

[Outro]
(The storm is here...)
(Can you feel them now?)
(They're dancing too...)
(They're dancing too...)

Do you feel them?

Stain

Lyrics /// 
This ain't what I wanted, was this what I asked for?
I hope that u noticed, I cared all the time

All the blood I've bleed
The time spent
Now worthless

What it meant to me
What the lies mean 
It's all clear

I'm a mess, yeah, I can understand too
I don't make sense, yeah, I fucking get you

And I wanted to, girl, I don't wanna hate you
If I could too, I wanna forget about you
I don't wanna think about you
Everytime time I think about you

Oh, you don't know a single thing
Everything you meant to me
I don't want it as it is
Break it all, put the blame on me

I cared all the time (prod. Yami's Sin)

Minuit sur ta peau

I'm definitely thinking about releasing an album under the name Psych-O-Naut?
...maybe?

Lower Rift

This is a little something different than what I usually do. I bought a bass and guitar and this was the result.

My Generation Sucks

"How to Make the Best of Things" is a Slacker Rock anthem for the doomscrolling generation. Blending the angular guitars of Art Punk with the infectious rhythm of Dance-Punk and the grit of Lo-Fi Indie, this track turns a boiling pot of anxiety into a danceable groove.

Style: Slacker Rock / Dance-Punk / Art Punk

[Verse 1]

I watched a new clip about a sad thing
With many folks yelling
It's a pity they don't see
That yelling doesn't solve anything
And I wondered what would help
And then I remembered a tip from my mom
She said "A pot of boiling water
Will never calm down if you keep adding fuel
But it might if you add pasta
And make dinner with it"
And I figured
Maybe it's the same with people
Maybe they just need more pasta
Maybe they just need more pasta

[Verse 2]

I saw another clip about a different sad thing
With more people yelling
And I wondered what would help
And then I remembered a tip from my dad
He said "A pot of boiling water
Will never calm down if you keep adding fuel
But it might if you add eggs
And make breakfast with it"
And I figured
Maybe it's the same with people
Maybe they just need more eggs
Maybe they just need more eggs

[Verse 3]

But some folks are lactose-intolerant
So I asked my uncle if he had any tips
And he said "You can boil potatoes"
And my aunt said "You can steam veggies"
And my cousin said "You can poach chicken"
And I figured
Maybe it's the same with people
Maybe they just need more potatoes
Maybe they just need more vegetables
Maybe they just need more chicken
Or more pasta or more eggs
And I know people aren't pots of boiling water
But maybe that's how you make the best of things

Conduit - How to Make the Best of Things

What You Call Home

The Witches Wood

Post-punk / alt-indie rock formed in the 90s → recently revived with new releases of old and new material. Raw guitars, lo-fi edge, melodic hooks, and protest-leaning themes. Full new album live now.

Formed in 1989 as various other names until we settled on Conduit in the early 1990's. Started jamming in a chicken coop, recorded music on a 4-track reel-to-reel, evolved to digital technology, Cakewalk, Acid Loops, etc... in the 1990-2000's.