1. |
At Least It Rained Today
01:27
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I’ll wear my hair down,
and i’ll grow my face out.
Cause I’ve given up on life,
and I’ve replaced it with doubt
At least it rained today.
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2. |
Instead Of Bed Sores
03:18
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There is a painting across the door. I dred the day I don’t notice it anymore.
I’ll take my life to ease their pain. Forgetting every name and the importance they brang. Don’t let me get like this. I don’t want to get old.
I’ll die young. From a crash in a car.
I’ve been staring through stains on glass. And tuning out on vital facts.
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3. |
Shut Eye
04:12
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Fall asleep on my chest, while I pass on my back.
So when I wake in my state of arrest and lack breath, calm can consume my mind.
Carry me back to REM.
I’d rather die, then not be able to control my mind.
Let the devils reside on my chest, burning holes as my lungs are compressed.
I’d rather die, then not be able to control my mind.
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4. |
Sleep Paralysis
01:25
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I’m conscience in my sleep, but I can’t breathe.
I cant flee.
I cant scream.
The loss of control… Its the bother.
Breathe.
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6. |
Conure
03:02
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Lye face down on your bed, extended hands helped pretend.
That we’ll be just fine and make it through the night.
Hearing screams in my dreams.
Body blocks your beak.
Suffocated in REM.
Who would’ve known you can’t breathe.
I don’t want to crush you in my sleep Asphyxiation by sheets.
Wake up broke and mean.
Eyes welt up. loss of speech.
A Perfect one,
Impeached. Murderer me, It seems.
I don’t want to crush you in my sleep. Lowered down in sheets.
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I’m still depressed,
malcontent with the thoughts in my head.
All I ponder is death.
Intentions are abroad all they do is all fall apart.
Constantly aware of my position
and yet I choose to sink.
While I’m behind
all I do is over think.
The wish to be pliable. Spend me at your need.
You see, I miss being a ghost but Its the presence keeps me (around).
~I don’t know if I’ll change. Yet I’m the one to blame.~
Maybe I’m making progress. While some might call it loss.
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8. |
Bittersweet Abandonment
02:25
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Get some rest, behavior says you’ve been a mess.
Take it step by step assess. Look up and ahead.
At least I guess. Hope my words don’t miss.
I’ll be here If you need.
Find some help. If you want I’ll be around.
Focus on yourself for now, the past is on the shelf.
I’ll be here If you need. Take care of yourself…
…for me.
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9. |
Teepell
03:41
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Do you feel the same?
Or remember my name?
The place you use to stay was only four blocks away.
I guess I’m not use to the shells that I once knew.
I remember Tuesdays on your fold out couch.
All those nights we spent hanging out.
I took your advice, now I speak for myself.
I guess my mumble came back with your health.
I wonder what has changed?
Home phones and buzz numbers.
All the calls I should’ve placed.
I remember Tuesdays on your fold out couch.
All those nights we spent hanging out.
I took your advice, now I speak for myself.
I guess my mumble came back with your health.
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10. |
Things Change
01:49
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If I cant find a way.
Well, it’ll take me a day.
How are you spending your nights?
Oh wait…
Who knows.
I won’t wait.
Things change…
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Sluth Hamilton, Ontario
Hi, I'm Kolin. This is my solo project thing.
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