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Paper Trail
03:01
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we are living in a modern day American tragedy
sold our fucking souls to keep the clothing on our backs
our minds will lose their edge and our bones will grind to dust
from this "ordinary" nine to five life in front of us
and then we will just drift away like ashes in the rain
becoming just the ripples of the actions we have made
so drink your drink and smirk at me and say that that's just life
how can that be?
this cannot be my destiny
I will earn my worth and when I die
I will leave nothing just a paper trail to my grave
and you say that we're born just to be slaves
covering the chains with suits and ties
(we won't get out alive)
but I believe you're wrong
this is a fallacy
yes I have woken up since I have sobered up
so you can take your money
I just can't take the gravity of these gray walls
(suffocating me)
and more and more it's clear to me
that love and youth are currency
I'd thrown it all away
this is a debt I cannot pay
I am living in a modern day American tragedy
I sold my fucking soul and I will never get it back
Special thanks to Nick Osborne for additional lyrics
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Years
03:34
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The Shore
up and down the coast for days
the days turn into years
don't know how long I stayed
searching for the place
where inspiration takes control
and I can feel it in my bones
I need the masterpiece in my mind
to come to life
(all on my own)
with this fragile mind and shaking hands
(I should have known)
that the tide would always come for me
- The Storm
because it always does
always caught off guard
I find myself
neck deep in the sand
water rushing in again
then the undertow grabs me by the throat
screaming and scolding me
with such a disappointed tone
this cues the waves
to silences my cries
this where I die
again
- The Wreckage
then I wake alone in my bed
familiar echoes of this dream in my head
and I swore that today I'd make the change
but anxiety; he'd already sunk his teeth into my veins
and I feel him seeping deeper every day;
poisons every single word I say
I guess I was born to be this way
I'm a fucking fool to think I'd ever be okay
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