Piecing It Together

Worry Seed

Lessons That We Swear to Keep

A Part Is Better Than Zero

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I finally let go of your corkboard full of quotes like "do your best and the rest will follow." You stored your meaning on purple post-it notes, just accept that life is hollow. We can't work it out and try another time another time let's stop this now. I don't wanna waste another second. Would you just go away? You've scratched my front door with your nails enough. Let it be, nobody's really in control of anything. I finally took down your corkboard full of quotes like "do your best and the rest will follow." You stored your meaning on purple post-it notes, just accept that life is hollow. We played it out, we tried our best to do what's best and I guess that's what counts. I don't regret a second that I spent, but you can't be afraid to pull your pants up while the curtains down and just walk away. I know it's hard, but you can do hard things, you can do hard things, you can. And I know you're trying to buy a little time to work it out, but this time it's not working out.

Released 23 August 2014 

Produced, recorded and mixed by Travis Hill at The Looking Glass Recording Studio in Woodstock, GA. 
www.thelookingglassrecording.com 

When I cave, you will all forget my face. Isn't that right? I hope it won't take long to fade away, not a soul will speak my name and it'll be like I never lived at all. We used to speak of it like it was some point in the future. Like it would never come. We used to pray to God and just accept we couldn't prove it, cause to accept that we're nothing was harder to swallow. I just want to be a lifeless set of ears. And watch your desperation as you finish 
out your years and stroke your fears of being blank. Everybody bleeds the same. Isn't that right? I hope it won't take long. They say the first time that you die is when your heart stops, but you die again the last time that someone speaks your name. One day you'll wake to find that all your time is spent. One day you'll never get back up again.

Mastered by Bill Henderson at Azimuth Mastering. 
www.azimuthmastering.com

The Last

Copyright 2025 Drop Stereo. All songs written, created, performed, recorded by Timothy Anderson.

Verse 1
Beneath our skin’s electric prayer,
there’s code that hums — we’re unaware.
We crawl through time like borrowed machines,
haunted by someone else’s dreams.
We build our gods from blood and screens,
and worship what the silence means.

Pre-Chorus
Every pulse, a quiet debt,
to a force we can’t forget.

Chorus
We are the hunters, we are the prey,
wired to live, but fading away.
Every heartbeat keeps the lie alive —
that death’s the price to stay alive.
We’re just ghosts still wearing skin,
trying to recall where we’ve been.

Verse 2
The stars don’t watch — they just record,
every sin we can’t afford.
We dress our fear in holy tones,
but evolution sleeps in bones.
If heaven’s real, it looks like us —
desperate, bright, and dangerous.

Pre-Chorus
All we know is instinct’s art,
the way we heal, the way we start.

Chorus
We are the hunters, we are the prey,
wired to live, but fading away.
Every heartbeat keeps the lie alive —
that death’s the price to stay alive.
We’re just ghosts still wearing skin,
trying to recall where we’ve been.

Bridge / Breakdown
Maybe the truth was never kind —
it only mirrors the design.
Survival’s just a coded dream,
we breathe, we fight, we feed the machine.

Final Chorus / Outro
We are the hunters, we are the prey,
writing our names in decay.
If this is life, or something near —
at least we made it clear.
We’re ghosts that learn to begin again —
still asking what it means to be human.

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