New demo, always more work to do on EQ. Earbuds are my friend.

Wisdom Is Brutish

The Image of Death

Paul’s Lament

This is a trial run project I did to test recording software a while back. A cover of Johnny Cash's cover of the NIN song "Hurt." Sounds best in headphones due to EQ.

Hurt - Johnny Cash Cover

I can't die, or so i think
Last time i tried, I bled pink
Bring. The. Pain.
There is only one part of me
That isn’t rotting slowly
Everything burns, everything ends
But my body died already
I am the turncoat, I am the scarecrow, I am the faceless, I am the witness.
My Blackened ash, From heated coals
My oily gristle, Drips below
I feel the weight, Of wooden beams
I chose this fate, So I don’t scream
I am the turncoat, I am the scarecrow, I am the faceless, I am the witness.
I am.  Witness. Me. I am.  Witness. Me.
There’s a thousand different ways by now, that I should have died
But I know now, death doesn’t come until I’ve met my time
So when you stand before me, try to say the world ain’t mine
Cuz you can’t stop me, I can’t die, I see the fear behind your eyes!
I am.  Witness. Me. I am.  Witness. Me.

Witness

A cover of the song by Cage the Elephant.

Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked

Demo of an original song. Always need more mixing and mastering...

THE OWL
It’s not the way they see me, it’s the way he makes them seem.
It’s not the words that they speak, it’s the ones they didn’t mean.

Tendrils of memory upward crawl
Reach for the regret that paints the walls
The owl that watches inside my skin
He knows that I hate him. And that means he wins.
He knows that I hate him. And that means he wins.

It’s not the way they see me, it’s the way he makes them seem.
It’s not the words that they speak, it’s the ones they didn’t mean.

The lines of the concrete, the steps of my age
Buildings made of sinew, molten fear makes up my brains

I need a way to - get. him. out. It's you.
give me a way to - get. him. out. It's you.

Their eyes get huge and bulbous, their heads turn round on axles.
Their wings loud and atrocious, my words fall short of answers.

The Owl

Abhorrent, your idolatry and nihilism.
Disobedient, you wallow in wretched religion.
He is watching you, He is watching you.
Mockery, a dying god in the mirror.
Abandoned, gut yourself before the altar.
You enslave innocence.
Your learning is foolish.
You worship ignorance.
Your wisdom is brutish.

You serve a puny, weak, frail, miserable god.
Your souls, will be consumed, by the very thing, you desire.
To be alone, to be a god.
To be alone, to be a god.

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