photo by James Fitzgerald

Lyrics: 

skies grow dark 
and leaves will change 
till they fall away, fall away 

bark, once green 
gathers cracks and rings 
till it starts to decay 
till nothing remains 

late at night I think about that far too often 
I find the ways to distract myself from it
solutions in a bottle could probably help me cope 
but anything's a vice if your life revolves around it

searching for a cure for knowing this all will be ending someday 
a million natural shocks will end and lead you 
to the grave and no one knows what comes next: 
static on a tv or just darkness?

the process of decay is a thief that comes in the silence 
progressing day by day against all attempts to defy it
decades fly by, you don't realize
one day you're at the end 
and there's nothing you can do about it 

but I don't want to die 
but I don't want to sleep 
I watch my family age 
I watch the lines in my face increase

and what dreams may come 
when we take that final leap? 
I never want to know 
but it's out there waiting for me.

Cracks and Rings

Lyrics:

Why can't I seem to meet your gaze? 
𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰.
There's something that's deep inside my brain 
telling me to run away from everything

I walk into the room and I can feel 
every single eye that turns in my direction
I can't help but turn away 

cuz under every smile there lies the fear 
that I'm not good enough for anybody else 
and I'll always be the same; this way.

[ ̶I̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶k̶e̶e̶p̶ ̶r̶u̶n̶n̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶f̶r̶o̶m̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶s̶e̶ ̶f̶e̶e̶l̶i̶n̶g̶s̶ ̶
̶I̶ ̶k̶n̶o̶w̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶I̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶g̶o̶ ̶f̶a̶c̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶m̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶d̶a̶y̶]

Why can't I seem to meet your gaze? 
𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰.
There's something that's deep inside my brain 
telling me to run away from everything

so when the feeling rises up inside my chest
paralyzing everything in my perception 
I just hope that you will stay 

because I'm more than all the things I've come to fear 
𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒚𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒐𝒎
and I'll prove it to you someday 

I'll meet your gaze.

Gaze

The Forest Floor: Outtakes and Demos from The Naturalist, part I. 

𝘛𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 
𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥. 
𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵. 
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦.

LYRICS: 

I woke as if from a dream 
the fog, it lifted
and I realized everything I knew 
was not as it seemed 

as I stare at shining towers 
reaching towards heavens above
no, I can't place the feeling, 
but I know that something's wrong

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦.

They called it a utopia for as long as I had known 
a city full of millions, but I always felt alone

and when I took the time to study close 
I saw the rot underneath the gold 
then the program crashed and I was on my own 

. . . 

Now the veil is drawn back 
I see this place for what it is 
no one can tell me I'm crazy 

a crumbling civilization 
built on deception 
now I can only think of how to escape

𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 
𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯
𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺,
𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘴 
𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 
𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴

𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘯 
𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 
𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 
𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺?

𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 
𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 
𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺

𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺
𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 
𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦.

𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 
𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴 
𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧: 

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦.

Dead City / Imitation Game

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫: 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈𝐈.

𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸-𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦:

𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥,

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦?

Lyrics: 

now I know that everything I was taught when I was younger was all a lie 
so it's time to find out who I wanna be 
as I walk the woods and glades 
in search of answers I could never find before 
maybe I'll find myself somewhere along the way 

in the empty places, all the memories start to fade 
no past, no future, just the next step in front of me 

so tell me what's so wrong about losing yourself 
when everything you used to want is something you were sold
by someone else trying to make their dreams come true?
a product of a product of something that is not you

but what about everyone that got left behind? 
(I don't know what to do about it, so I run away from all of it)
in the gilded cage, with no chance to live their own lives 
(I don't know what to do about it, so I run away from all of it)

there is no backup for me 
I have to do this on my own 
uncharted territory, somewhere out there I can make a home 

I have to save myself before I can save anyone else.

no past, no future

The Forest Floor: Outtakes and Demos from The Naturalist, part IV. 

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵'𝘴 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘳𝘺, 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺. 

𝘈 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘰, 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺. 
𝘈 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 
𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵. 
𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭-𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭?

Lyrics: 

Well, it's winter here again, 
but I don't feel the chill anymore 
when I think about those nights we had

when the factories shut down,
so we struck out on the town 
and wandered silent streets, my hand warm in your hand 

and we laughed like kids again 
hey, this place isn't so bad when you're dodging curfew
stealing bottles of storerooms 
they'll never know how the world was ours 
when the sun went down 

we didn't have a lot back then, 
but I had you, and me, and all our dreams 
everything that we hoped would come to be 
and a situation like this can only last so long
so we'll look for a way out, look for a way out 

Sometimes when I'm sitting by the campfire 
and I'm watching the snow fall
I wonder what it is you're up to now; 
if I should have even left at all

Did nostalgia make my vision rose colored, 
or was this a mistake?

dodging curfew [memory bank reboot 1]

Photo by Calvin Weibel

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩, 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 - 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴.

The Woodcutter's Soliloquy

i like to stay with u this way.

cool dude man kiss

I'm crashing out  🙃

LYRICS: 

EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT
YEAH IT'S ALRIGHT, GONNA BE JUST FINE 
EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT
DON'T YOU WORRY YOUR PRETTY LITTLE HEAD 

DON'T BELIEVE YOUR EYES, THEY'RE TELLING LIES
JUST TRUST ME, I KNOW BETTER!
EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT
YEAH IT'S ALRIGHT GONNA BE JUST FINE 

LISTEN TO YOUR NEW KING
DON'T SHIFT YOUR PLACE IN LINE 
AND IF YOU GET SENT TO CAMPS
WORK WILL SET YOU FREE, IT'S BY DESIGN 

𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘺! 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥. 
𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳:

THE GENOCIDE, ROLLING BACK HUMAN RIGHTS 
AND YOU DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHO MIGHT DIE 
IF IT KEEPS YOUR POCKETS LINED 

TWISTING FATE, PREACHING HATE 
SO YOU CAN SHAPE THE WORLD IN JESUS' NAME 
WHILE HE ROLLS IN HIS GRAVE 

AN ENTIRE GENERATION SAID "FUCK YOU, I'VE GOT MINE" 
CLIMBED THE LADDER UP, THEN KICKED IT DOWN 
TO WATCH ALL OF US WRITHE IN THE DIRT 
OVER SCRAPS THAT YOU LEFT BEHIND 
AND YOU STILL EXPECT US TO SERVE YOU WITH A SMILE c: 

IF I HAVE TO HEAR ONE MORE PERSON SAY 
THAT IT FEELS SO NICE WHEN THE FLAMES ARE LICKING AT YOUR FEET;
THE ATROPHY OF EVERYTHING; OUR SLIP INTO INSANITY;
WHEN YOU'RE THE ONE TO BLAME, 

 I'M GONNA GO POSTAL, 
DO A LITTLE DENY DEFEND DEPOSE ON THESE MOTHERFUCKERS 
I'D RATHER DO ANYTHING ELSE 
THAN SIT HERE WATCHING YOU SIEG HEIL 

ALL THE WHILE YOU'RE TELLING ME TO CALM DOWN 



ENOUGH GASLIGHT TO BURN DOWN THE ENTIRE WORLD

DISSOCIATE

On a journey with no destination. 

Producer /  vocalist  / engineer 
@prodhorosha on twitter

For mixing, mastering, or beats contact me at prodbyhorosha@gmail.com or on Twitter!

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