I want to be discovered
on a dusty shelf
I want to be famous
by word of mouth
I want to avoid mainstream
like the plague
anti-popular
and under exposed
I want to be the cult hero
that no one knows
I want success
in zero ways
I breath
I dream
I want
nothing
I'll be heard
But never seen
VINYL
has set you free
your pop music
is fucking dead
I breath
I dream
I want
nothing
they stared and they choked
and swallowed her soul
they stole the comfort
with the hatred they spoke
wasted silence with words
and were sharp with the hurt
didn't need to be so perfect
didn't need to be so pure
they mixed in the stew
and faded into noise
they became the blur
that fed on her cries
tried to step outside
but were trapped in the box
didn't need to live the lie
didn't need to hide that long
they broke and they fell
and collapsed in the sand
they cut underfoot
then they spoke again
wasted silence with words
and were sharp with the hurt
didn't need to be so perfect
didn't need to be so pure
hold your breath in one final swallow
murky lake, bottom dweller of sorrow
there's one way out in your darkest hour
let go and breathe it all in
your drowning begins
bloated lungs, in a moment of panic
unrelenting, it comes automatic
like the force of a galestorm wind
let go and breathe it all in
your drowning begins
escape is inevitable
but its through the darkest door
let it take you away, give yourself away
hold your breath no more
scratch at the gills that have healed too well
be content that you never will
see your shadow again on the sand
let go and breathe it all in
your drowning begins
join the current that carries the driftwood
lifeless body, your vacuum bag is torn
why don't you lie back, enjoy the calm
let go and let it all come
your drowning is done
escape is inevitable
but its through the darkest door
let it take you away, give yourself away
hold your breath no more
let go and let it all come
hold your breath no more
your drowning is done
