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Big Nothing
02:23
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Always inside my head
My thoughts then collect
At the base of my skull
At the front there's a hole
To capture this moment
Or to be stuck in the cement
Just Let it stay
The lights aren't out yet
The stars are set
Up in the sky
Like an object
Unidentified
They don't mean anything
What is my everything
It's just one big nothing
Parted by my overthinking
Suddenly I am sinking
But the lights aren't out yet
To show me that there's nothing there
Existing
Stop existing
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Dread
04:36
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Hold existential dread
At bay so you're not ahead
I know you're just a scar
But the world still tears you apart
I can't help but look out afar
And I normally can't leave
When I'm in these parts
It becomes difficult to breathe
Here we are
Here we are
Molded by an afterthought
Here we are
Watching ourselves turn to rot
There they were
Looking themselves in the eyes
There they were
Watching their own demise
Hold existential dread
At bay so you're not ahead
I know you're just a scar
But the world still tears you apart
Never seen again
When will this conflict end?
It sheds its' skin like a serpent
Only to reveal that the people worsened
Nothing has gotten better
Got thrown into the ring of chaos
No, nothing has gotten better
Picked off one by one like cattle
Sitting ducks on a lake of water
That has been emptied and filled with fire
How could you admire this world from a safe distance?
What it means to be human
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Love Yourself
02:48
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We went back today
Can we erase the days?
Can we pretend that we are happy?
What's in our eyes?
Our suffers cry
We thought we knew who they were
You forged a hoax when you made us
All that was real, you have made up
Closed doors to new smiles
All that is left is your empty house
The pinnacle of self doubt
You were proud to blend hatred with your crowd
You sang out loud
You sang too loud
Just to chase your needed perfection
Excuses to drown in your reflection
Just to chase your needed perfection
Love Yourself
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4. |
Be Reduced
02:50
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You ask me to stick through it all
You want me to be sorry
I know I'm wasting my time
I know I'm wasting my time
I know
We're all just walking contradictions
How long can we keep this up
We felt like cowards
We can't get through this
We odds are against us
Rely on superstitions
I can't wait for you
To tell me what to do
Count your steps, be reduced
Count your steps, be reduced
To a single cell
To a nothingness
The atoms are splitting off until they're gone I guess
I cannot wait for you
To tell me what to do
Count your steps, be reduced
Count your steps, be reduced
I know I'm wasting my time
I know I'm wasting my time
I know
I know.
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5. |
Everything
03:57
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You ask for attention you like
You leave when things get too hard
You never follow through
You always need to prove yourself
Always disappoint yourself
If you could you'd leave yourself
If you could you'd leave yourself
If you could you'd leave
I'll be everything you want me to be
You don't have to ask me to see
Everything I have to do is a waste I think
Have you ever felt hopeless?
Unable to lie to yourself
Unable to express
What the fuck am I supposed to do?
I hoarded my past
Not able to let go
I'm trying, I'm trying
I tried my best
Not able to fix this
I'm lying, I'm lying
I tried to sleep my pain away
I try. I lie. You know. They know.
I tried to sleep my pain away
I know how to sleep through it all
I know where to find what I lost
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