From "This Afternoon's Malady" released on Big Wheel Recreation in 1998.

Jejune - Fixed On The One

Edaline - Comastar

You Can Learn A Lot From A Pair Of Black Lungs...

A Hatchet As Sharp As The Devil Himself

Terminally, Your Aborted Ghost ‎– Suicide As Self Expression

Heavy Footsteps Over A Shallow Grave 
(2003)

Paint The Sky Red - Life Is The #1 Preventable Cause Of Death

This Present Darkness - As Late November Leaves Fall

30 Years War- Tears of Green Eyed Angels

demo

I’m That Guy

No Mercy

[Intro]
Shut up!

Shut up!

They can hear you think.
Make it stop… or make it sink.

[Verse 1]
Every voice inside my head’s got a fucking name,
They line up, scream, and point the blame.
I taste tomorrow but it’s yesterday,
And I can’t tell which one will stay.I’m the sinner, the saint, the king, the prey,
The walls talk back in shades of gray.
Can’t find the truth, it keeps its grin,
Trapped in the war that I live in.

[Pre-Chorus]
I hear ‘em crawl inside my skull,
They pull the strings, I lose control.

[Chorus]
I’m fucking up reality—
And it’s fucking up me!
All these voices fight for the throne—
I’m never alone!
I’m fucking up reality—
And it’s fucking up me!
The world bends, breaks, and won’t let stay—
I fade away!

[Verse 2]
Faces melt, the sky bleeds deep,
Every lie hides something beneath.
Truth cuts deep but it still won’t show,
The stitches hold but the cracks still grow.
My pulse is gone but I still scream,
I lost the plot inside the dream.
Schizo saint or mental fraud—
I am every broken god.

[Pre-Chorus]
Pull the wires under my skin,
Wake me up—I’ll die again.

[Chorus]
I’m fucking up reality—
And it’s fucking up me!
All these voices fight for the throne—
I’m never alone!
I’m fucking up reality—
And it’s fucking up me!
Truth is a curse, a foul ballet—
I fade away!

[Breakdown]
You can’t cure what’s already burned!
You can’t teach what can’t return!
I am the preacher of the mind decayed,
The sermon screams God’s afraid!


“Wake me up!” – can’t sleep again!
“Shut me down!” – I count to ten!
“Turn it off!” – still I remain!
“Turn it off!” – remember my name!

[Final Chorus]
I’m fucking up reality—
And it’s fucking up me!
World’s just noise that won’t obey—
I fade away!
I’m fucking up reality—
And it’s fucking up me!
The truth dissolves, I’ll make it pay—
I fade away!

[Outro]
If they ask for me... tell them I’m all of them.


Every one.

Reality’s a Lie

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A Hatchet As Sharp As The Devil Himself

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