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Hunt from yourself the sleep that chains your wings to this Earth.
lyrics
I'm at the end of my rope Myoclonus My limbs are not my own, Prison of flesh and bone Thoughts they race through my head The thinker unknown Am I talking to myself? I forgot long ago Possessed by the fantasy Of a silent solitude I am stuck destitute Locked in this hell alone Helplessly watch my feet move themselves I am a passenger in my mind Wish for the gift of an unmarked grave Who lives in my mind when I'm not here? Which one am I The thinker thought, or subject? The screams fill my head Do they not listen or just not hear? Struggle to resist, Chained to a husk, we but crucify ourselves on panic.
credits
released March 13, 2018
Recorded and Mixed by Tom Cadden
Mastered by Morgan Boughey at The Foreign Sound Studios
Shot and edited by Josh Regoli