'Consumer' tells an interesting story of Scott's perspective on reality. He is able to see through the schemes of the higher ups while in the position of a consumer, and does not want to be trapped in their grip on his life forever. He fights with himself and is indecisive on whether or not he should stay complacent where he is at, or if he should become independent and make his own way in his life. Scott desires complete freedom from any outside control on his life and will do anything he needs to do to "escape the matrix".

Consumer

Written & Performed by Dylan Hirth

Produced by Siem Spark & Ayoleybeats

End of the World

Fractal

Fractal (prod. siem spark & ayoleybeats)

Fractal (Slowed & Reverb/Sped Up)

Fractal (Slowed & Reverb)

Fractal (Sped Up)

Lyrics:

You can’t leave my thoughts
Every night I turn and toss
I can’t right all my wrongs
But I still can write a song
And I don’t how to explain it
Kinda like I’m starting to cave in
My body laid out in the pavement
From a headshot

Snipers on the roof 
Don’t know what to do
Think I’m lost again
I’m looking for you
Let go of myself
And step inside your shoes
Let me walk a mile
Or maybe a few
Stressed out and anxiety ridden
Just two things that I keep hidden
I keep calm and try to fit
But nobody knew that I existed

Remember all the times
I made a way cut the fake
Remember December nights
You stayed awake you stayed awake
You say that you don’t wanna fall in love
But I’m here to call upon your bluff
You say my name way too much
And I can’t stay away from trust

 Lead me out into the open
Just so you can do the closing
We looked so good and I was hoping
But promises were made to be broken

But you fucked me up inside

Don’t know what to do
Think I’m lost again
I’m looking for you
Let go of myself
And step inside your shoes
Let me walk a mile
Or maybe a few
Stressed out and anxiety ridden
Just two things that I keep hidden
I keep calm and try to fit
But nobody knew that I existed

December Nights

Lyrics:

I sent out all my love
But no one gave a fuck
Wasted energy
I've ran out of luck
They want to lock us up
Hope it ain't for long
Messages in my songs
Letters sent from God

Believer I couldn't believe her
Keep her my skin wanted to keep her
Leave her my soul told me to leave her
It takes a leader to show you how to be one

I thought that she was the one perfect person
I needed to have but it just never worked and
We became distant like two different earths I
Wish we could've been what I thought inside my mind oh

But I can't run away from all my problems
They tried to tell me that money won't solve them
I think it's anxiety causing
All of this terrible trauma

The angels sing above
They came to show me how to love
The demons creep below
Don't let them get what they want

I sent out all my love
But no one gave a fuck
Wasted energy
I've ran out of luck
They want to lock us up
Hope it ain't for long
Messages in my songs
Letters sent from God

All My Love

Lyrics:

Lay down
Your head on your pillow
Your covers are colder
Than you've ever known
It's harder to let go
Of all in your mental
Your struggles were gentle
But you didn't know
But you didn't know

I remember when I realized I had given in
I cut off all my friends and then I started staying in
Social isolation and success are better kin
Than me and my own family I swear they want me dead

And I regret it all
I fear it's all my fault
I miss when you slept down the hall
I wish I could still call
I hate the man in the wall
He glares at me too long
He brings up everything
That I ever did wrong

I remember when I realized I had given in
I cut off all my friends and started staying in
Social isolation and success are better kin
Than me and my own family I swear they want me dead

September Sounds

regret.

my debut ep. septemeber sounds. each song was both produced and recorded all within the month of septemeber. taking inspiration from the world around me and using it to tell a story was the goal with this project, along with showcasing experimentation and diversity. i hope you all enjoy.

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