Rough Tracks

Performed, Written and Recorded by Artifacts 
(C) Artifacts 2011, All Rights Reserved.

Lyrics by Patrick Fitzroy

Lying awake, the darkened corners of my room
Keep me awake, I felt their stares on me all night through
Now years have passed, but still it haunts me when I sleep
All in my dreams, I hear these whispers turn to screams

But I can't hear voices at all
No one's here, and nothings wrong
But I feel so weightless

It's in my head, but who said monsters can't be real
They're in my sights, I see their talons at my side
With every hour, I try my hardest just to sleep
With every hour, a motion seen with squinting eyes

But slowly does it, slowly i know that
they'll come back for me someday

but i'm not scared anymore (of you)

(I'm projecting my anger, you won't hear a sound
i'll huff and i'll puff and i'll burn your house down)

Projections (Demo)

Performed, Written and Recorded by Artifacts 
Lyrics by Patrick Fitzroy
(C) Artifacts 2012, All Rights Reserved.

Vocals and Piano were recorded in a single take.

slowly building
countless soliders
in boiling heat
the summer staleness
still black and bruised
yet forged in iron

without reason,
it broke through our stare

plastic army 
broken arms heal
walking through lights
passing through days

they slide away
aching to be nursed

cut my scars out
sharpest toy knives
through the weekend
i'll be damaged

we are going nowhere
we are going home
we are going nowhere
we are going home


Children's Games (Demo)

Performed, Written and Recorded by Artifacts 
"Radio Noise" Sample by Rutger Muller
(C) Artifacts 2012, All Rights Reserved.

Sing for me a melody
Help me go to sleep
Burdens wrapped, we watch them sink
Funny how they fall away

Slow 
(a river drained to a knife's tip)
down
(it bleeds through a tear in the silk sheet)
Turn up 
(the flow like a tear in the back seat)
and out

It's my guess; I might be wrong
In my chest you carved a hollow where nothing seems to fit
It's my best, but i'm worth more
In my head it's all your fault.

Move towards the monotone
Let me slip away

Slow 
(a river drained to a knifes tip)
down
(it bleeds through a tear in the silk sheet)
Turn up 
(the flow like a tear in the back seat)
and out

It's your guess, and I know you're wrong
As your friend, i'm just a fool, but it's been wearing thin
It's your test, but how i've tried to win you over
In your head it's all my fault, it's all my fault.

It's my guess; I might be wrong
In my chest you set this off, now it's flickering away
I did my best, but we're worth more
In my head it's all our fault, it's all our fault.

Rough Tracks

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