thank you! i think i could make it even more epic and build it further so I've been distrsacted by doing that instead of writing new songs

opus_01_20210417

This is very old.
FL Studio circa 2014-04-20

Idm1 3 (versiongamma)

Opus20 20211212 - Demo - 5

I was saying something, it was more than I could ever bare, ever bare
And I'm hiding behind gravestones at night
Alright, alright alright. 
stop me, drag me to jail, I'm still here, I'm still here
Alright, alright alright. I was sayin somethin.

Some people can't be saved by looking at the waves
Some people won't last even after roping their hands through the grass
and maybe I'll escape the fate of an early grave
maybe I will do all that I want to

maybe I'll escape the fate of an early grave
maybe I will do all that I want to

Shrug

Click clack over the cobblestones
Heel toe heel toe
Takes me where im going
Never in a straight line, always flowing
forward

Click clack of the subway
Sitting next to a strange stain
My seat' not faced the right way
But I’m moving forward

Trudging through the mud
Trudging through the snowing
Bustling crowds of the city

Take me by the hand
Take me where I’m going
Forward

Click clack over the cobblestones
Heel toe heel toe
Takes me where im going
Never in a straight line, always flowing
 Forward

Cobblestone

Land ahead,
Hoist your sales
Sharp fins circling
All hands on deck
Storm is coming
Sharp fins circling

I don't really think i'm sinking under
But now i know I’m treading water
My hands were tied when i was drifting by your side
Now I'm ready for the whirlpool, take a lil dive

Riptide sucking in
Batten the hatches
Sharp fins circling
Lightning ahead
Storm is coming
Sharp fins circling

Whirlpool

find inside

cube in sphere

climb

Through the woods, through the woods.
I would run if I could. 
Through the woods, through the woods
Oh, I just stopped where I stood.

Indignant independence, confident but I know that I am
stumbling through the pathways in the dark.
Terrified of what lurks behind those shifting shadows beyond my eyes.
I pray that somehow I won't fall apart.

Bloodthirsty, pounding heartbeat. 
Grasping for what I cannot keep.
Losing something that I never had. 
Bruised knees and sharpened teeth bared,
Suddenly left alone and I'm scared
that the sun is sinking fast.

It's goddamn cold outside.
and I won't make it, I won't make it out alive. 
The silence falls and the fire dies.
and I won't make it through the night.

Through the woods, through the woods
Oh, I would run if I could.
Through the woods, through the woods 
Oh, I just stopped where I stood. 

Crumbling as I'm left solitary.
Stumbling as I trip over my feet
Branches ripping at my clothes.
I shy away as the creatures come close
Threatening to swallow me whole
and I can't take it anymore.

Cause it's goddamn cold outside.
and I won't make it, I won't make it out alive. 
The silence falls and the fire dies.
and I won't make it through the night.

You left me naked and alone.
I couldn't find my way back home. 
Clearly I am not the one.
Maybe next time I will run. 
But it's goddamn cold outside. 

Through the woods, through the woods.
Oh, you lost all you love.
Through the woods, through the woods
Oh you better run.

On a Dark and Stormy Night

Through The Woods

You're my personal shadow, my pet poltergeist. 
Oh I flinch, oh I sweat with terrors in the night. 
Suffering traumas from battles that I didn't fight. 
Your poison's paralyzing even though your eyes are kind. 
Bury me alive in a mesh mausoleum, gossamer walls where you can't hear me scream.
Please gently sever all my nerve endings.
I clenched invisible fists but didn't feel a thing. 
It's a Phantom Limb Syndrome. 

You're a silhouette spirit, a body-bound wraith. 
I collapsed in my coffin and you had your way. 
You float right through walls with the way you invade.
Now I cannot tell translucence from opaque.
I'll destroy myself performing exorcism.
Get out of my head! fuckin mad I'll be driven. 
Slash my body into pieces, into parts, oh I swear
I still feel your arms around me even though you are not there. 

It's a Phantom Limb Syndrome. 

Release your grip on me.

Phantom Limb Syndrome

Philly band / indie artist making music in her bedroom

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