RATTLED UP Only when you just give in can you ever win. What tameless discipline 
It’s like when you realize the clearest of eyes are made of see-through lies
To guess is to guess incorrectly, to think about it wrong
But don’t get rattled up inside, that’s pointless like this song
Only when you understand that you’re in command does everything feel planned
It’s like when you finally become yourself and all you want to be is someone else
To live is to live an illusion, to know is to despair
But don’t get rattled up inside, it’s not like you should care
What’s unfair is that you don’t wish to be drawn into a state of misery for the rest of time
Where paradise is blind you would rather look and see
Only when you figure out there’s nothing to doubt do you wonder what it’s all about
It’s like every time you question who you are and all you held so close seems oh so far
You’ll waste your life looking for answers where nothing can be found
But don’t get rattled up inside, there’s beauty all around

 

HEAVIER THAN FEATHERS Call me out, never let me ignore it, it’s driving me insane
Scream and shout, feel as heavy as feathers, and intricately plain. Infiltrate my brain
All I want to do is break all my bones for you
All I want to say is that I don’t want to say a thing. Instead I don’t say a thing
Of laziness and fear, I want the hell out of here
And in the way, multi-faceted reasons to be the tree I climb. Infiltrate my mind
Every day with the ideal confusion softening my fall, delaying the truth of it all
All I want to know is not much and so and so
All I want to be is that I don’t want to be at all
Why’d you tell me I’m not when I know that I am?
But if it’s still unclear, I want the hell out of here

 

WE'LL BE FINE I’ll give you anything you’re willing to receive
So if you find yourself returning nothing
Just keep me in a box and I’ll live happily. The less I know about it all, the more I’ll be free
And all I want you to do is listen, because I am asking your permission
And I’ll let you do anything just to carry on pretending nothing’s wrong
So we’ll ignore the obvious, I’m just to waste time...

And don’t you ever let me think I’m more, and we’ll be fine
In each and every single moment, I’m caught up admiring that each and every single moment is at all
So forgive me if you can, I’m so impractical, I meant that life is shit and everyone is dull
Yet here I am, begging you to listen, because I am asking your permission
And I’ll let you do anything just to carry on pretending nothing’s wrong
So we’ll ignore the obvious, I’m just to waste time
And don’t you ever let me think I’m more, and we’ll be fine

 

 

 

FROM HIBERNATION No I won’t catch every glimpse of hope inside this net,
I wish I had much less to regret
But you’ll find that I haven’t dissolved into your silhouette, not yet
No I won’t turn in the morning for the silver light
Alright, ok, yes I will, it’s true
But you’ll find that I haven’t evaporated by remaining deeply indifferent to you and me
I hope someday you will crawl right back to me from hibernation
I’ll throw the stone of your mind into the sea, sinking sensation
Though numb inside it won’t happen painlessly, that relocation
I know someday you will crawl right back to me from hibernation

 

SOMEWHAT NOT THE SAME I’ve lost my marbles I’m inclined to believe
I’ve missed all my chances to lose what I need. No more changing, everything is pre-ordained
I’ll slow up and you’ll slow down and then we’ll be the same
All I’ve said is all I am gonna say, What I’m saying has all been said anyway
No more headaches, fewer aching heads, you’ll see
They’re somewhat not the same, obviously
For the price of nothing, for the price of everything, We can blend in to the walls around us
Calculate and formulate crazy stuff. The limitation is whatever is enough
No more heart and much less heartlessness instead
Drill a tiny hole into my head. Pour the contents out and cast the thoughtlessness aside
Tear it open and place machines inside. Please obey, and make my day

 

 

MORE LOST THAN YOU EP

PIXELATED NONSENSE LP

 

ALL TOO HUMAN It isn’t easy to see, it isn’t noticed so easily

The sun’s not floating, that’s just a lie, and I’ll tell you why: it’s held up by the sky

So run away on the spot and search where you are for what you’re not

Twist in a cyclone of endless days, infinite malaise, the everlasting craze

And it’s all too human, the feeling of adding up to the sum of someone collectively dumb

Undo all that’s been undone, what I want is to destroy the world, but that is all

And I try to be you while you are trying to be me too

Divide so swiftly between and see all that’s been unseen

Until forever gives in, misunderstandings will always win

So if the sun in tomorrow's skies doesn’t even rise, I won't apologize

 

STRAY This feeling with each fear, I’ve already been here, my mind is soaring but the familiarity’s boring. Eyes on the ground, the heavy sighs, I wonder, I wander

How long until I finally realize that I’m just walking in my own footsteps, head up in the skies

What an adolescent stride, motion is disguise, no displacement, what surprise

I crawl to a soft halt, a self-loss is a firm fault, eyes blame and wander, mouth swears and squanders. I don’t know what to -- say this fading thought, I don’t misunderstand what I am not

And I don’t even fall apart all day, as long as I stray out of everyone’s way

Your inconsistent time is interchangeable with mine

And I don’t fall apart all day, as long as I stray out of everyone’s way

 

AGE OF DOUBT Just hear me out, there’s nothing left to shout, my voice is shattered

So let me in, I’m trying not to win by losing myself

Age of doubt, unsure what it’s about or what it wants to be

How can I prove what I already told you I don’t understand if I have yet to explain my aversion to coherent things?

I never know, you never say, I’ll be, although I wasn’t born this

Way to imply, don’t even try, you cannot fold the corner of my eye

Overthrown, forgotten and alone, the silver lining

Age of doubt, you’ve got me figured out, I feel so assured

Way to imply, don’t even try, you cannot fold the corner of my

I never know, you never say, I’ll be, although I wasn’t born

I could’ve sworn something was torn from me and set free

Just hear me out, there’s nothing left to doubt yet no one’s sure

 

DISCONNECTED AT THE WING I know you are the face of the world, I know you spun in place as it swirled. It isn’t hard to figure out, it isn’t difficult to doubt, no it isn’t, it’s the easiest thing

You’re disconnected at the wing

It really doesn’t matter if you do well, that’s not important, just like when you can’t tell it’s unfathomable

Won’t you tell me it’s not what it is? won’t you tell me you’re not who you are?

It isn’t hard to make it up, is fabrication not enough for you? yes it is, it’s the simplest thing

You’re disconnected at the wing

It’s imperfection we relate to the best, unanswered question marks make up the rest

Do I mean we admit? We’re all filing in a line, we’re misdirected to feel fine

But in the aftermath that occurred subsequently posterior to equation we deemed you most appropriately

Something that’s disconnected at the wing

 

SWOLLEN PSEUDO FANTASY I’ll wait in the morning, I’ll wait in the night, I won’t wait the whole length of my life. As it turns and tosses and twists out of line

I’ll rush through the instant, I’ll swing from the moon in slow motion with flames, I presume

Like a comet sweeping through life like a broom

Don’t tell me I’m the only one that breaks before they’re made

By serving all the radicals and pining through my days

That it’s only a matter of time before I’m forced to crawl

Because don’t you know that time for me is no matter at all

I’ll slowly admit to uncanny relief while depicting unwanted defeat

As a fading birthmark that acts so discreet when it’s not

Though the clouds break open, the rain had forgot

Now I’m bleeding into animations, swollen pseudo fantasy

 

STRANGE ROBOT THING Intelligence is fucking stupid, and it’s so lucidly uneasy to see it's not me (if you think illogically). Strange robot thing, you’ve got no power

And I’ll devour every inch of your soul if you dare do anything you’re told, now feel uncontrolled

I don’t pretend to be invisible so I will not be seen, I don’t stare into the distance of a television screen. I don’t even waste my time when I’m conversing with a mime

I’m on your side, I’m rooting for you, I won’t adore you anymore if I’m paid. Like my bed, my decisions are unmade. Settle down everyone, it’s all fine, please do not notice your melting spine

I less than care and I couldn’t care less, I’m not embarrassed but I feel out of place

I can’t face what I also can’t erase. Surprise, surprise, it was all expected

The misdirected re-elected themselves and then planned the auto-tuning of Ayn Rand and Franz Ferdinand. I don’t imagine it’s imaginable, I don’t disagree, but I don’t feel it’s all that laughable, you just laugh easily. I don’t want to be the one pretending apathy is fun

 

PIXELATED NONSENSE In a way, everything is made up of electronic clay, with a shock that’s barely elastic in its delay. As it feeds on mechanical sky and we don’t wonder why it does

When I am where I am, then I will be where I will be

Will or when? Invisible options arising now and then, with the charm of impossibility imagined

As its limitless paths intertwine, bypassing our mind’s design

Pixelated nonsense frown, why do you bring me down?

Eternally enjoyable, yet I’m following you underground

Feel a little less distress, in that way, settle for the best

Nothing should concern no one, everything should be left unaddressed

Unsomethingness. Notably, all that’s incapable breathes so capably through the lungs of digital introspective safety. In the web of innumerable things, pleasantly devoid of what it brings

When I am where I am, I will know and I will suggest

Unsomethingness

 

TENSELESS A chance is enough for pretending, it lures me away, never ending

I’ll float in the feedback of a lifetime, I’ll drown in a room full of oxygen

A moth is the moon, what’s the reason? A moth is the sun, what’s the reason?

The earth is a moth, what’s the reason now?

When by the morning there is something wrong, then by the evening there is something wrong

When by the morning there is nothing wrong, then by the evening there is nothing wrong

An eavesdropping hug, melting eyelids, a frantic deceit not so frantic

 I’ll climb through the midnight to a bright star, a chance is enough to be where you are

 

INTERIORISMS You cannot withstand our not yet well-developed plan, fixed on to transfix all the invoices it depicts. Because everything you know, everything you think you know is just a box, and it's open. You’re the only one that understands all of the things you haven’t done, can you tell me why that is or why it should be? Everything you know, everything you think you know is just a box, and it’s open for your eyes to look into

Adding to this mess, a multiplied level of stress, the product of it all sums up the hole inside the wall

You’re the only one that understands all of the things you’ve haven’t done, can you tell me?

Everything you know, everything you think you know is just a box, and it’s open for your mind to peer into. Right now

VARIOUS TRACKS

FORGOTTEN EVENINGS On each forgotten evening when the moments move too fast

I watch from above in some attempt to make them forever last

And now I don't remember any detail or concern that you held in your eyes, it's no surprise. Oh will I ever learn?

I thought I'd be enlightened through a half-eternal stareBut I missed the cue that came from you and remain unawareAnd every time I held back, though my distance brought you in

It was soon made clear: too far, too far, too selfishly from within

But it's all that I can do to be, to feel

And four in the morning, the wind is blowing fast in my mind, cutting to the spine, awake not forever, but feeling I'll never return to the sleep I've earned

Just framing the silence between the words I hoped I would find

A light that doesn't shine is not worth deceiving, we're all here and breathing, I know

But I can't shake the feeling they don't seem to notice the tide coming in for the sun, and everything I try to do about it I leave undone

I don't seem to notice the weight on the shoulders of, oh, anyone but meAnd though I try, that's something I'll never see

 

I NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT IT MORE THAN ONCE If you're trying to hide the fact that you think that I might be in disarray, albeit discreetly

Then in your attempt to read my mind I believe you'll find that I'm ok, and I mean completely

I know you thought that you were unkind

And your's really is a mind that confrontsSo let me tell you, despite insincere and my retreat when you are near,I never thought about it more than once

You look kinda nervous over there, trying hard to care. Can't you pretend better than I can?

'Cause all everybody every does is tell the world they're someone else because it's all they can stand

So I guess I'm gonna do my partInsist that a brand new start has been going for moths

That's why I tell you, despite that I'm clearly wrong by the existence of this song,I never thought about it more than once

BROKEN GLASS I know you're famously just out of focus, trying to keep a steady hand

But you're embracing quite a strong opinion for something you don't understand

Maybe you should carry on Try to stall breaking down for good

I know you promised not to hold the mirror when the reflection's gone awry

So can you tell me why all of the contents of the sea now reside in the sky

Maybe you should give it upLet it fall to the ground for good

And when you don't decide you'll be sorry for taking all the time you could stand

Holding back myself for me and only by the wave of your handYeah, the planets aligned with all that we had in mind, but now you're stuck right here in the past

Once again, you'll be walking alone on broken glass

OUT OF CONTROL I never once understood, would you explain if you could

How do we not have a goal except to feel bad for what's out of our control?

Like me, you keep to yourself. It can't be good for out mental health

Why don't we go for a stroll and talk about all of the things we can't control?

I thought you'd turn into someone else right before my very eyes, but you just put on a costume of yourself and called it a disguise

So now it's out of your hands. That's what you choose to understand

And until your lies take their toll, you've no burden on what's out of your control

You want to bathe in the sun all day but you just go out a nightI want the shadows to cover my face but I'm standing in the light

So now it's out of my hands, If I abide by your command

But no matter what I am told, I'm still sorry for the wind that makes you cold

'Cause I can't see any other goal except to feel bad for what's out of our control

 

TALKING TO YOURSELF (SINGLE)

A HEAD FULL OF PHANTOMS (SINGLE)

A COLOURFUL HEADACHE (LP)

MIDNIGHT SUN (EP)

 

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