Kingpin - Hiraeth

Memories pressed into the walls, begging to be broken down
Soaked in doubt, weighing more than my guilty conscience

The catacombs of what could have been
But Pieces of the ceiling keep caving in
Like impulses

Fixations you wanted to patch up
On edge as if it's the thrill of the hunt
Look in the mirror and accept the things that I don't want.
Dive down and feel the pressure
Drown in forever

It's just a house now
Still inside my head

I feel myself caving in
Lost in where it all began
I feel myself caving in
Can't find the time to take it in

Pressure on my skull from impulse control
Press the kill switch to my frontal lobe
Rape my soul, leave it tattered and torn
And I'll just whistle down this lonely road
That comes with being born

But nothing is more liberating than finding comfort in the shackles of mortality

What is the cost of being dead?
If life's already lived inside of your head
What is the cost of being dead?
If life's already lived inside your head

Inside my head
Inside my head
Inside my head

Vacant rooms filled with disorder
From all of the mementos that clutter
Like the dormant mind underlined with stress
From the feelings that are forced to be pushed under

The world then seemed so far ahead
But I knew happily ever after would wear off.
Only residual effects of perpetual regret and nostalgia

And as time goes by, memory lapses

HIRAETH

I've come to terms that there is no end to this
Just like that house now, breaking down in its emptiness

Written by:
Simeon Ouellette

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