Full demo recorded by Shaun Sutkus at More Sound in Syracuse... www.moresound315.com
lyrics
Demo lyrics

1 - Rut:

Surrounded by many with nobody to trust. Trying to escape this mess, I’m living in a rut. Depressive and malicious thoughts invading my head. Left alone. My patience has shed. All worn out, done with trying. Sick of living, scared of dying. Tried to win, destined to lose. I don’t know which hand to choose. I benefit with my left, I fuck up with the right. Dazed, confused; lost direction…nothing’s justified. Sick of wasting precious time. Weighed down by reality. I can’t be lifted up with all my hateful tendencies. Despised. Defeated. Demise. Deleted. All worn out, done with trying. Sick of living, scared of dying.

2 - For my friends:

Broken home, always alone, possessor of just flesh and bone. Cleanse the waste; shatter picture frames. The people supposed to bring you joy bring you constant shame. Forget the past, you deserve more.

3 - Remote:

Why would I spend life disguised as humankind who I despise? Lack of interest. Shut them out with hate. Epitome of a loner. I cannot relate. Feeling constant isolation. Too many one-sided conversations. Give people a chance, they lead me astray. Time to do things in my own way. I try hard just to connect, but my efforts are incompetent. Bonds with others always reach their dead ends. I’ll drive on and stand alone, find and reside in my inner home.

4 - Procrastination:

Sitting in this nothingness, time flies by me day by day. Waiting for the purpose, waiting for the end. Frozen. Acceleration broken. Days fly so fast.

5 - A Bullet from God:

Hand-me-down beliefs. Corrosion of free will. Hide behind ideas, solidified and justified; only finding you aren’t in the right. Persistent, blind, mind fucked. No sense of avouchment and absence of proof. You’ll cross your heart with anything and circumvent the truth. Open your eyes, take a look into reality. Tried to feed me your beliefs but it’s a fucking waste. Countless days spent on worthless praise, prayers, and faith.

6 - Another Number:

Grinding halt to our alliance. I’m sick of you, you struck my last nerve. Human being reduced to a fucking worm. Selfishness and treason oppose my humble nature. Making displays out of others like they’re trash. Playing king of the world, you won’t last. Good riddance. My open hand becomes a fist once you are in the frame. Just like our amity, to me your existence is erased. Erased to me.