Disconnected from reality, back to places that I'd rather be.
Memories now worn and frayed, still near to me like yesterday.
Keep moving along, to the same old swan songs, keep moving along, until all the excuses come undone.
Disconnected from reality, back to places that I'd rather be.
Memories now worn and frayed, still near to me like yesterday.
Keep moving along, to the same old swan songs, keep moving along, until all the excuses come undone.
So below as above, I never used to have the heart to count the days of waking life, that lucid dreams can't satisfy.
Been searching, been waiting, worn down from anticipating, introspective clarity, and unseized opportunities.
Disconnected from reality, back to places that I'd rather be.
Memories now worn and frayed, still near to me like yesterday.
Keep moving along, to the same old swan songs, keep moving along, until all the excuses come undone.
I was searching, waiting, burnt out from anticipating, seeking only clarity, or if the point was somehow lost on me.
If the point was somehow lost on me, if the point was somehow lost.
Disconnected from reality, back to places that I'd rather be.
Memories now worn and frayed, still near to me like yesterday.
Keep moving along, to the same old swan songs, keep moving along, until all the excuses come undone.
Self-described "power goth" band from Colorado goes maximalist with a strident album inspired by ’90s pop punk, emo, and alternative. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 30, 2023