Pull myself out of the void every time I wake up. I lose myself every day. Sleep my mind away. Somewhere I’ve forgotten how to mean the things I say. I’d tear my own tongue out and never speak again just to feel anything. If I believed in rapture, my life ascending, I’d live in fear that my consciousness was neverending. Spoiled. Meaningless life after death. Breathe, draw in death with every breath. Euthanasia.
from 2012 Demo
released December 26, 2011
Recorded by Shane Hochstetler, December 2011.
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