I remember all the voices trapped inside my head: Counting blessings, so in the end we'll wind up...
I swear, I promise your not the one blame.
Another broken crutch, headboard, please help me sleep in between all the winding tracks leading down the same road, I can't contain; To bad this heart is hibernating. Overly complicated, this life we lead, Through windows to the soul, Not what I wanted to be. As I try to erase all the words in my head I cannot contain; Through the long road I've paved the way with my heartfelt inequities. Constantly searching for a way "home". Walking into the room you feel the cold hard gaze, once again, strapped for cash, it hasn't all sunk in. On the side, in dark room, once again, you let it happen, but this wasn't meant for you. As the shutters close tight, like a horsehair noose, slowly like the last time; you reach for the handle.
Not what I wanted to be, this is is the life that we lead.
In this, you cannot erase anything that I've said.
Through the doorway, up the staircase, down the cold, long, hallway that you call upon.
All the things that you ever said.
It's so been long since I've been able to fall asleep.
from Other Masquerades / Blisshead,
track released September 5, 2015
Our debut single.
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Raygun Studios.
Album artwork by Nora Fitzgerald.