Taped lies on loop.
Disappointment on repeat.
Childhood viewed through the eyes of a man so wrought with past.
Can I be titled as such?
I burned so bright for so long.
My accounts now seem meaningless and subjective.
My time for your time.
Caught in the then and missing the now.
Four walls sealed tight.
This flesh cocoon has become the bane of my life.
Metamorphosis or death, the only freedoms I see.
So will I change and face this mirror in self-reflection?
Or fucking die internally, all but trapped in trance.
- Transparent - (Intro)
- Disgust & Remorse, Pt I
- Disgust & Remorse, Pt II
- 5306 Morningside
- Night Skies over Nothingn..
- Transparent +