The smooth vocals and mellow beats in this track are perfect for a lazy Sunday afternoon.

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Track 12 of Storaged Melodies, an unreleased demo album

What's my problem? Here's my problem
My problem is that I'm too visual to be blind
Too audiological to be deaf
Too ideological to be in peace
Too compassionate to be in war
Too crazy to be sane
Too sane to be lazy
Too emotional to be you

If I could only stop my head from going into constant infection
Then maybe I could swim back to my own version of consistent sanity
Angelic demons, liquid dreams, transparent mountains, of our own reality

Burning oceans, melting faces, melting faces, why?

If I could only stop my head from going into constant infection
Then maybe I could swim back into my own version of consistent sanity
Angelic demons, liquid dreams, transparent mountains, of our own reality

Burning oceans, melting faces, melting faces, why?
Lying pictures, screaming metal, in my control...

Amnesia, hysteria, insomnia, constant canutations until you're in the hospital and you're
Fucking DEAD!!!

Burning oceans, melting faces, melting faces, why?
LYING PICTURES! SCREAMING METAL! In my control...
Baby, my mind's got it all in control
Maybe I'm not in control...

System Of A Down - Friik

Track 11 of Storaged Melodies, an unreleased demo album

(Ft. Limp Bizkit)

Everyday is nothing but stress to me
I'm constantly dwellin' on how you got the best of me
Wanna know somethin'
I can't believe the way you keep testin' me
And mentally molestin' me
Would you think any less of me
If I said that i'd be there
Would you think any less of me
If I said I really cared
Of course you would
Cause you
Only want what you can't have
As for me
I'm stuck with my dick in my hand

Because you don't feel nothing at all!!
You don't feel nothing at all

Maybe there's more to life then it seems
I'm constantly runnin' from reality chasin' dreams
Wanna know somethin' I can't believe?
Just how much misery
Comes with humility
Do you think any less of me
Now that I'm gone?
Look at me now
Everything is gone
I can't seem to do anything right
But I've figured out why you don't let me inside

Because you don't feel nothing at all!!
You don't feel nothing at all

You - need - nothin' from me now
So you - think - I'm useless to you now
But I - need - one thing from you now
I - insist - that you - feel me now!!

You said you needed me
You said, you said
You said you needed me
You said, you said
You said...
You said...
You said...
You said!!

You don't feel nothing at all
You don't feel nothing at all

System Of A Down - Dont Go Off Wandering

Track 10 of Storaged Melodies, an unreleased demo album

Kaleidoscope of love
Ophidian's dance as the shifting occurs
We are stars and electric animals
Nurtured by the mothers of prostitutes

Floating in a mushroom... universe
Swimming in a sea of... cyclostomes
And as we surface through the tide
You open up and I come inside

Hey! hey! hey! hey!
I must be in limbo
'cause purgatory's always felt just like home!

And as the world spins round and round
We fornicate upon the cotton clouds
That rain... down... sulfur smiles on the
Children at play in the poppy fields

Sinking for what seems like... forever
Like Atlantis into the sea...
To forget the shore and wash away
Wash away my memory

Hey! hey! hey! hey!
I must be in limbo
'cause purgatory's always felt just like home

Ha-ha! Ha-ha! Ha-ha!
Ha-ha! Ha-ha! Ha-ha!

Inside the moon...
Lives the high priest of the mushroom cult
Upon the altar...
Are the ashes of the pharisees
I sold my soul... sold my soul...
I sold my soul away
I'm free of guilt... free of sin
Free of everything

La-la la-la-la-la-la
La-la la-la-la-la-la

La-la la-la-la-la-la
La-la la-la-la-la-la

Inside the moon...
Lives the high priest of the mushroom cult
Upon the altar...
Are the ashes of the pharisees
I sold my soul... sold my soul...
I sold my soul away
I'm free of guilt... free of sin
Free of everything

GOLDEN HOUR - WILL STETSON

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