My memories collapse
A synaptic symphony
Attached to the sound
It burrows into me
Attracted to the facts,
They mask my own action
That's the problem with reacting with passion
Self targeted hypocrite
Always felt out of it
Until I fell out of it
That's what I get
Erratic actions caused static friction
Take from real life cause it's stranger than fiction
My head and heart heavy, to my astonishment
My accomplishments beget admonishment
Throw my throat out tryna get y'all to listen
Blow my soul out yet I still fail the mission
Yet to my admission I forget to omit
All the shit I let through my brain feels split
A man, manic, panicked shaken to the core
Cracked and fragile snapping, still wanting more
Mental floorboards store my brain's evidence
While it's evident hell bent on heaven-sent
Yet, a question messin' with my mind
Despite progression, why have I fallen behind?
I'm losing control
I won't let them break me
I won't let them take me down
Now I live in my self-made hell
Face the fear that swallows me and spits me out
I can't run away or hide from myself
Every time I think, or blink, or sink a second into wishin'
My ambition dies to inhibition
Aimless soul stuck without a mission
Lack of intuition my only opposition
A war of attrition defines my position
Feels like I'm running out of ammunition
Sadly my trail to success isn't paved yet
Banked stress like the cash stacked to pay debt
Hard pressed to break the out of this monotony
Dug deep now the pressure has got me
On my own and I'm trying not to care less
Maybe a rope around my neck just seems best
Save death for last, living in solitary
Need reasons to live that aren't monetary
Each day passed I'm closer to the cemetery
This journey of life is anything but voluntary
I'm losing control
I won't let them break me
I won't let them take me down
Now I live in my self-made hell
Face the fear that swallows me and spits me out
I can't run away or hide from myself
I'm no animal tied down
Can't space out
Just face it
Life is too often wasted
I'm losing control
I won't let them break me
I won't let them take me down
Now I live in my self-made hell
Face the fear that swallows me and spits me out
I can't run away or hide from myself
Can't space out
Just face it
Life is too often wasted
The debut LP from psych-doom group Inanimus features dungeon synth artist Elyvilion and blends crushing riffs with big atmospherics. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 4, 2022