Fleeting

by colourful hill

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released April 15, 2017

Engineered, mixed, and mastered by Will Hirst at Gate 4 Studios in West Springfield, Massachusetts.

All music and lyrics by Tyson Luneau.

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Track Name: Fold
I'm seeking refuge in the things I used to loathe, but it's not masochistic. I just need anything to distract me from this cold place my mind's been living in. I don't see the light guiding me away from this. It's not right, please lead me from this precipice. I don't see the point in fighting it, I've lost all my will to battle this. Our youth has gone astray; a constant reminder that we're just not the same, so please just pull me under.
Track Name: Spectre
A lifetime of letdowns is keeping me asleep. Don't want to wake up, this dream will be the death of me. My face is on the floor, your ghost is at my door. I feel its presence creeping in, crawling underneath my skin. And I want it this way, because I'd rather feel this pain than nothing at all.
Track Name: Descend
I'm sinking under the weight of my expectations and everything. I'm falling behind where I used to be, succumbing to this apathy. Like a candle that's lost its flame, I'm burnt out, not quite the same. Continuing a downward trend, self-consciousness that knows no end. Continuing a downward trend that feels like nothing more than a dead end.
Track Name: Atrophy
Days turn into weeks, into months and into years, I'd rather disappear. I've lost all feeling, numbed down to the core, in love with nothing anymore. I feel asleep last night, what's there to wake up for? I haven't felt right since I shut that door. Stiff muscles and tired joints that I don't know how to use anymore. All of the coming days are painted in shades of grey. I've forgotten how it feels to forget about nights not laden with regret. It's exhausting putting back the pieces to a life that never came easy.