Experimental atmospheric metal.
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Subject matter schizophrenia ,depression and trying to convey it through music.
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I can't feel anything
i think I'm losing everything
I'm lost
when the sun burns low
in the purple sky
when the skin grows cold
then you sigh good bye
breathing, spinning, seeing nothing
alone
breathing, spinning, hearing nothing
alone
I can't feel anything
i think I'm losing everything
I'm lost
I know your face (hello,hello)
but can't recall your name (can anyone hear me)
your eyes (i think i need help)
your mouth (hello? I'm surrounded)
your hair
seem the same (Why are they all screaming)
in the moonlight (What are they saying)
blue turns to grey (why are they all calling my name)
there is nothing left now
sifting through the dirt
for her name
cold under currents and time
slowly wash away the shame
nothing behind us
nothing left to begin
stay out of the shadow
when the sun is so dim
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