(Verse 1)
Night Demons,
Changing leaves,
And light breezing,
Aut-umn must be the right season,
Looking for the right reason,
Ego having slight bleeding,
Or not ego but a fight feeling,
Looking at the light as the light’s peeling,
On the ground paint cracked on the bright ceiling,
What’s left, oh my right’s bleeding,
Angel and devil on my shoulder say “we might need him” or “we might leave him”
(Chorus)
Isolation,
Finding home in your own dome,
Alone in a world that's homegrown,
Isolation,
Is it all long gone,
Trying not to lose yourself in the land of the clones
(Verse 2)
Fell asleep, Hella deep….
Woke up, pissed off, this off melody,
Solo, so no he dont think his self asleep,
Hello me, All the faces get blurred when you’re burnin memory,
What the chop cost him,
He has visitors but not often,
It’s not like the barrier is languages, communication angle is so far, vocal chords tryna speak sonar,
Dont work,
And wont work,
So thoughts stay silent,
Vibrant inside his mind,
And behind his eyelids,
His eyes spy something that’s alive and survived through the violence,
Colors never seen,
Somewhere between a clean stream and the evergreens,
The range of emotions to the notion that devotion to the growing of yourself will pay off or will never be.
Born in New Hampshire. Raised in Rochester, NY. Became a man in Baltimore/DC. Found my soul in the Pacific Northwest. I make
music about being human on this weird little ball of rock flying through space orbiting a giant ball of fire. Stuff for your mind, your heart, and your soul....more