I’ve lost control of all I know and I think it’s fine as I drink up time. I’ll tell you what you want to hear, as I’m screaming in a desert, bleeding out my ears, while I’m trying to subside into submission of a submissive girl. But fact was burned in front of fiction, and her body is rolling into my vision, but everything’s lovely, because no one wants to talk. And I swear that it’s alright, though I’m crawling half the time to a place I call some church, it’s inside my room. There’s nothing that makes me feel light or nice, so I’ll sing these songs I don’t like or write.
Track Name: Red Redding Blood
There is a feeling trapped inside all of Redding’s dimmer lights…they try to hard, to be nothing at all. It tries to release on the streets by piling snow on our feet…in the middle, we can’t move. Still we’ll travel along, running from the cold, tight in our cars, so nobody knows, why we’re still here, and why we’re still cold.
Get me out of here.
Track Name: This Can't Be Me
I am the sum of all my friends and now I don’t know who I am or who I’ve been. God, look at this mess. I tried to talk but smoke melts my mind saying, “Son, don’t you speak, keep it all inside,” and one day you’ll be me. One day you’ll be me. No, this can’t be me. Now you’re full of rage, feeling guilt too, for leaving a guessing game of who are you to focus on metaphors that slowly kill time, these words I’ve abandoned will float back in good time. No, this can’t be me.
Track Name: A Hallucinated Ending
At the lake I was maimed by mistakes skinning my face. Peel me dead, one by one; let the sun harden the person I’ve become. Oh, give me grief and I will run fast away into the sun. Wait, why is this brightening my day? I haven’t felt light or nice in a year. Now when you speak, my body feels clear of dark thoughts inside cynical ears