It's hard to find the fight. What's become of my design?
(Sterile type, Dead with time, Often blind)
It's like the heart's too old, too cold, but once you break the mold it grows...
(Stitched once, labeled twice and it's sold, and its)
Giving, receiving, you're basically leaving a
reason for being, a reason for grieving.
It's really believing your constantly needing.
A rope Hangs the thought that your constantly briefing.
Relaxing or panicking most of us manically...
now There's a just thought to just not believe....
In time you learn to just breathe.
.
I ran so far. It got me nowhere fast.
Now I look through you, as if you you where,
broken glass.... If I take it all...
will it do me in?
Will I walk with you? Will I think of you in the end.
x2
So untouchable yet so helpless...
'owned by'
I inject euphoric surge
as my limbs turn into rubber.
Push the negative away...
Slow down and it's okay.
...Mind altering substances
killing time, the price is long gone.
...Mind altering... I inject euphoric surge.
...Drugs... I inject euphoric surge.
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credits
from B(r)ANE,
released April 20, 2011
Words and Beats - Joe Phipps
Guitars and Keyboards - Brandon Deering
Dark electronic music gets warped and clobbered on the latest from Author & Punisher. Brooding, cutting, and claustrophobic. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 18, 2017