(Sample): “Welcome,
We're glad you're here.
Can you prove your self aware?
That's a difficult question,
can you prove that you are?”

(Dug)

All we are is wind
in the dust
as we rust
and we trust that it's building up
toward more than not much
In spite of the evidence
I stay incredulous
Chisel a little
to nibble the edifice
I'm not a specialist
but I'm the special-est
Things that I tell myself,
don't buy it,
nevertheless
in a fog or a mist
Or the flawless abyss
as a helmet
and hell yes
I'll progress like this
Its astonishing
the way that often things
I block out about myself don't bother me
Far as I could tell
if I would examine it,
therefore refusing to
feels like I've handled it
Thus far; and to an extent
it'll focus you
back away
from all the bills that are overdue
But it's still holding you
deep down you know it
You're rolling through fuck it,
It seems that way,
microphone check
to the aux in auf wiedersehn
Keep the change
back like it's doable,
You can pull people's legs.
I'd rather be the change.
Why did I sleep all day?
Why do I feel like it ain't gonna be okay?
Why do I feel like a fuck up?
and everything's fucked up?
and shut up you're not wrong
but let me just, think for a second

(HappyTooth)

I'm more of an introvert,
who can't put things into words.
Misplaced my inner worth,
feel like a negative integer
when it hurts, immature.
If a song's sad
they'll call it worrysome.
But I can't help my dirty lungs.
I just wanna live past 31.
Asking mercy from things I don't comprehend.
I've got a lot of friends,
but I never seem to talk to them.
Biting my lips while I kiss you
has become an issue.
Crying eyelids,
like lightning just missed you.
It's true,
I can't even look around
to see what shook the ground
or escape the crooks in this town.
I keep staring at my phone.
Feeling alone
not here at the show.
A lover's quarrel
with the fuckin world.
Bigger picture
in another mural.
We are not impressed
with monuments and monoliths.
More concerned with sadness
infecting collective consciousness.
Being self aware
is hell to bare.
And I've felt impaired.
Ever since I realized
all of you could tell I'm scared.
On stage I'm an extrovert.
Up here there's no editor.
Guess that I'll never learn.
Fight til I met the dirt
for a non sequitur
set of words
that won't ever get observed.

(Ryan Liptak)
(chorus)

I hope you stay,
barely awake.
This is not hallowed ground.
Even the sea adopted stasis
I live with the pain.
Of knowing the ending now.


And all you can think about
is misrepresenting
predicting the ending
and flipping in bed
while you slip into frenzy,
until only emptiness
seems to be friendly.
And all you can think about
is how powerplants have no roots.
And yet they're profuse.
The chance of us finding the truth
can't really improve
and I'm panicking too.
Lie awake, ask yourself
exactly what happened
like over and over again
The echoes from amplifiers
ringing like phones did
back when I could focus attention
Lie awake
and hope you made
the right mistakes.
My medicine's
to pressure friends
to shed their skin
I'm like a snake.
I lie awake.
Doze for a couple hours
just grayed out completely
it doesn't come easy.
Most nights when you
finally run it down
you've gotta escape it
despite how it doesn't feel right.
Doze for a couple hours
then decide that you won't sleep,
sun slowly approaching.
I don't know what I'm quoting
or quite how I'm coping.
If you die in your dream
you go right on dreaming
believing it's living,
The rock that does not care
what light it's eclipsing.
Assume that the moon
knows it name or is listening
If you die in your dreams
maybe it just gets stuck on a loop.
And despite what it means
it's comforting you,
cause it's all the things
that you wanted to do.

(chorus)

I hope you stay
barely awake.
This is not hollowed ground.
Even the seas adopted stasis.
Almost darling,
I know how it ends now.
I know how it ends.

(Sample): “Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life, and you will call it fate"