Lack (New Mix)

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released March 22, 2013

Written, Recorded, Mixed, Produced, Mastered, Listened To, Given Up On, and Shit On by Griffin Silver

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Track Name: Lack (New Old Mix)
your slowly decomposing into forms i can't relate to, your face is slowly warping; i can't help you anymore. should we light a smoke and paint the clouds? should we get fucked up and scream too loud about the shit we don't know shit about? if only we thought more than ran our mouths… you start talking after they turn their backs "elementary! you're craving what you lack!" personable people, they say they wish for death: you can't help but smile. it's a happy coincidence. it's a final and pathetic move, to see whether you win or lose, your pride is just not right (justified). (your egotism makes me wanna die). save your sleep, for when your dead, save your thoughts for the voice in your head. tears run circles, laughs run squares; excited by your eyes but you don't care. left in a nervous perpetuating state clinging to my sadness and all of my self-hate wishing for no one (to feel) this crushing lack of purpose. now i can't feel anything but worthless.
Track Name: Lack (Original Mix)
your slowly decomposing into forms i can't relate to, your face is slowly warping; i can't help you anymore. should we light a smoke and paint the clouds? should we get fucked up and scream too loud about the shit we don't know shit about? if only we thought more than ran our mouths… you start talking after they turn their backs "elementary! you're craving what you lack!" personable people, they say they wish for death: you can't help but smile. it's a happy coincidence. it's a final and pathetic move, to see whether you win or lose, your pride is just not right (justified). (your egotism makes me wanna die). save your sleep, for when your dead, save your thoughts for the voice in your head. tears run circles, laughs run squares; excited by your eyes but you don't care. left in a nervous perpetuating state clinging to my sadness and all of my self-hate wishing for no one (to feel) this crushing lack of purpose. now i can't feel anything but worthless.