All of these songs were when I was first getting into EDM music so its not that great, but It brings back good memories! 

1'M M1ND FRΣΩUENCY

Boring People

Blacklight A.M.

Acid Dreaming

Obsolete

Fall In My Arms

I'm sure that you'll be fine 
if your as seasoned as I know 
as i... 
I hate to see you cry 
because I love you but I hate you 
so many sometimes 

I could lie and say 
that the affliction doesn't bother 
my mind 
I'm probably insane 
to ever mention what I aught of 
so many sometimes 

the hardest part is babe 
that im the worst when I try too 
I try 
To keep you from this pain 
because I love you but I hate you 
so many sometimes 

so many sometimes 

I'm sure that you'll be fine 
if your as seasoned as I know 
as i... 
I hate to see you cry 
because I love you but I hate you 
so many sometimes

So Many Sometimes

carelessly, a mess admitting it over 
menacing moments 
and I can't remember 
no standard landing in my lap this time 
this time alone 
no I can't remember 
a single thing you said 
at all... 

darling devil i'll never know 
severed my head and bled alone 
weathered ever as been it before 
in your arms...tonight...

In Your Arms

he sat and he slept alone 
in an empty lot 
called the front seat home 
cause its all hes got 
held a sign that reads 
"could you help me please" 
with no where to go but to go to sleep 

He sat and he wept alone 
in an empty bed 
got a heart of stone 
cause his love is dead 
prayed to god and speaked 
"could you help me please 
with no one to know when I go to sleep" 

He trudged as he walked alone 
down and empty path 
took a lonely road 
till he was out of breath 
and his mind repeats 
"could you help me please" 
with no life to keep if I go to sleep...

Sleep

lately, I've been thinking about the past 
so long it seemed once was it, but a memory at last... 

and lately, I've been looking at a man 
reflections almost desperate to remember who I am 

oh who i am... 

if hell is real then where am I? 
if regret kills broken minds 
then i must be out of mine 
oh but its paradise

Thomas August