Bands’ unreleased stuff

catch me if you can - fall out boy

The second of three live recordings from our Tragic Horror live event which took place at the Hackney Attic on the 25th October 2014.

Featuring: 
The Mechanisms http://themechanisms.com/

Tragic Horror Act 3

Heartbeat skipping like a scratched CD…
Can’t stop it… can’t calm it…
Thoughts circling like they’re hunting me…

I feel the pressure crawling up my throat again,
Like every word I swallowed wants to pour out where it’s been.
Hands shaking, mind pacing, breathing out of sync,
I try to quiet down but my heartbeat doesn’t blink.

Raised in a house where silence meant “watch out,”
So now every quiet moment feels like something to doubt.
My chest gets tight, and the walls get thin,
Panic running circles underneath my skin.

Thoughts crash fast, no brakes on the track,
Every memory hits like it wants to attack.
I try to stand still but the floor starts to tilt,
My body keeps reacting to a world I didn’t build.

Feel it rising… feel it flood…
No escape… it’s in my blood…

“Words spill like bullets, can’t hold them back.”
My panic mouth fires every fear I lack.
“Shaking through my chest, everything too loud.”
I’m drowning in thoughts I never said out loud.

“Words spill like bullets, hit me where it hurts.”
Can’t cage the feelings, they burst and blur.
“Panic in my voice, chaos pouring out.”
I break every time I open my mouth.

Yeah, I talk too fast ’cause my brain won’t slow,
Every thought’s a lightning strike looking for somewhere to go.
Therapist says “breathe,” but the breath gets stuck,
Feels like fear’s got my lungs wrapped tight in a clutch.

Every argument I start is just a reflex shake,
A reaction to the echoes that I can’t unmake.
People think I’m overthinking for the thrill of the chase—
But panic’s not a habit, it’s a survival place.

I’m scared of the silence, scared of the wait,
Scared of what memories might detonate.
Every loud room feels like drowning in sound,
Every quiet one feels like danger inbound.

Feel it rising… feel it roar…
No calm… not anymore…

“Words spill like bullets, can’t hold them back.”
Every fear fires fast when I feel attacked.
“Shaking through my chest, everything too loud.”
I choke on the thoughts I never said out loud.

“Words spill like bullets, hit me where it hurts.”
My panic mouth speaks before my brain converts.
“Panic in my voice, chaos pouring out.”
I break every time I open my mouth.

Breath on the edge…
Heart in a cage…
Mind full of storms…
Body on stage…

Voices collide…
No place to hide…
Panic inside…
Won’t subside…

“Words spill like bullets, can’t hold them back.”
I’m trying to breathe but I’m under attack.
“Shaking through my chest, everything too loud.”
I’m drowning in thoughts I never said out loud.

“Words spill like bullets, hit me where it hurts.”
This panic mouth speaks before I rehearse.
“Fear in my throat, chaos pouring out.”
I break every time
I open my mouth.

PANIC MOUTH

Beyond the Surface

Break Free

from my album "the summer i met the storm" inspired by denpasei's "ultramarine weather." 
download the album: http://helenaruth.com/storm
read the comic: https://tapas.io/series/ultramarineweather

the summer i met the storm

meet her / the wind and the waves

Off To The Races

Boring

this is an unreleased track that patrick played live in 2010 - nobody knows the actual title, so ppl've just taken to calling it phonebook. the recording that i have of it was rly crappy & it sounded like it was recorded underwater or some sh*t, so i messed around w/ audacity and made it sound better; you're welcome.

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