![[NAME REDACTED] thumbnail](https://f4.bcbits.com/img/0000895980_42.jpg)
1. |
Indecisive
02:29
|
|||
|
Rain pours down,
it wears me out,
I left my coat at home now I'm fucking soaked/
I get back in doors, suddenly the sun is on show
It creeps me out,
It leaves me in doubt,
the dark mean clouds,
surrounding my house
The ever-changing/
Weather's draining,
It clouds up my head,
and has me hyperventilating
Indecisive, just like my mind is,
When responsibility hardens,
You'll find me hiding in Foxham Gardens/
With my face buried in the ground,
not making a sound,
hoping no one finds out,
that I'm such a coward.
The ever-changing/
Weather's draining,
It clouds up my head,
and has me hyperventilating
|
||||
2. |
Soul Control
03:28
|
|||
|
My lungs have had enough,
my eyes are gonna burst with blood,
and I'll be left to rot with my own thoughts,
and my own dreams? They never got me to where I expected to be,
But still, I'm happy.
I cannot control what makes up my soul,
Purity is out of reach and so are my goals,
So I'll do my best to be a better/
person while I'm still around,
Cause apathy and laziness will only bury me.
Hazy days, I'm used to this but today,
I'm not up for it so just fucking save it,
anxious ramblings, and non-sensical sentences/
are the only thing that come out my mouth.
Sorry, can't help you today,
Sorry, can't help you.
Take some time to reflect,
and breathe out all the negatives that swarm inside your head,
Cos nothing happens overnight,
and progress means you've gotta fight,
with all your strength if you wanna find,
well being and peace of mind.
|
||||
3. |
Fabricated
04:16
|
|||
|
A loud knock at the door around half-past 4 in the morning,
so I opened.
It's responsibility telling me to get up and out of bed,
It's my conscious begging me to stop fucking up my head.
Fabricated excuses falling out my cotton mouth,
for everything I've screwed up and burnt to the ground,
the simplest of tasks can sometimes be enough,
to set me off in to a frenzy of anxious thoughts.
So what does it feel like?
What does it mean,
To isolate yourself from everything past your own bedsheets?
Is it being lazy, or is it being free?
Or are you just wallowing in negativity?
Fabricated excuses falling out my cotton mouth,
For everything I've screwed up and burnt to the ground,
the simplest of tasks can sometimes be enough,
to set me off in to a frenzy of anxious thoughts.
|
||||
If you like Tripsun, you may also like:
supported by 9 fans who also own “Peace of Mind”
Became obsessed with this album for a while and listened to nothing else. You know how it is.
go to album
The 12 Habits Of Highly Defective People
by The Murderburgers
supported by 6 fans who also own “Peace of Mind”
Pop punk! Catchy, addictive melodies, hi-octane rhythms, and all-around well-crafted songs for every occasion. Great band name, too.
go to album
v/a The Things That Shaped Us Together
by Various Artist
This outstanding compilation of bands from Indonesia puts a focus on atmospheric pop and rock music, with hooks 20-stories high.
go to album
THE UNRAVELING OF PUPTHEBAND
by PUP
The Canadian pop-punk band deliver their biggest-sounding album to date, rooted in full-bodied production and cheery nihilism.
go to album
Misanthropic hardcore punk from NYC that galvanizes jagged guitars and dense production towards satisfying mayhem.
go to album
Please Don't Take Me Back
by Martha
supported by 6 fans who also own “Peace of Mind”
Local legends who deserve all the success they can possibly get!
go to album
