Hidden Parents

by a million rich daughters

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released November 15, 2019

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Track Name: Hitting Backspace
It wasn't like I anticipated facing all this in the time since yesterday.

Sands keep falling,
Sand keeps raining down,
Stealing moments,
Buried underground.
Sand keeps falling,
Towers to the sky,
Wasted moments,
Built up dunes so high.
Sand keeps falling,
Feels like I'm slipping away,
And trapped hitting backspace.

It wasn't like I could keep up pacing through the sands of yesterday.
Track Name: Love Me After
Follow me down the drain,
Where your id lives,
Down the pipes inside your brain,
To the part that wont forget,
And never forgives.

Just like you said,
I’m as good as dead,
Yet you call my words slander,
One day we’ll break
These goddamn mistakes,
Maybe you’ll love me after?

Oh, here we go again,
The march of the pigs.
Time just can’t wash out this stain,
And I’ll never forget,
Even if I can forgive.

Just like you said,
I’m as good as dead,
Yet you call my words slander,
One day we’ll break
These goddamn mistakes,
Maybe you’ll love me after?
Track Name: Melancholia
Two moons floating
in a dark sky
Im scapegoating
Your resolve to die

All are bound in-
Side a system
Always wound in-
To delirium

If you feel like you’re captive
In a boat with no captain, speak up
Well I can’t just forget it,
And I’ll always regret it, come on
Melancholia’s passion
Is a pit of distraction, come on
Now we’ve lost all our assets
And we can’t pay for access, speak up

Never thought I’d
Be the person
Caught up in all this
Deep subversion

Always follow
Never speak up
Just accept this
Implied coercion

If you feel like you’re captive
In a boat with no captain, speak up
Well I can’t just forget it,
And I’ll always regret it, come on
Melancholia’s passion
Is a pit of distraction, come on
Now we’ve lost all our assets
And we can’t pay for access, speak up
Track Name: Truth Be Told
At the bottom of the ocean beneath Mariana Trench,
Deep down was its grave,
There’s a demon in my psyche that’s turned me into a wretch,
Anxious is its name.

Truth be told, I never thought that you’d be dead.
Truth be told, I just can’t get you out my head.
Truth be told, I’ve been obsessing for so long,
I’d give anything to write a different song.
Truth be told, I should’ve been the one to go.
Truth be told, this burden’s getting hard to hold.
Truth be told, if I knew what was still in store,
Truth be told, I wouldn’t be caught around here no more.

My friend brings with it a thirst that simply just cannot be quenched,
I live as its slave.
All the nights I’ve spent thinking about you leave me feeling spent,
Life’s just so mundane.

Truth be told, I never thought that you’d be dead.
Truth be told, I just can’t get you out my head.
Truth be told, I’ve been obsessing for so long,
I’d give anything to write a different song.
Truth be told, I should’ve been the one to go.
Truth be told, this burden’s getting hard to hold.
Truth be told, if I knew what was still in store,
Truth be told, I wouldn’t be caught around here no more.
Track Name: Possibly a Problem
We met back where the roads converged,
We had nothing but written words, (to share)
Fell so quickly, you didn’t know me yet,
Possibly a small problem we’ve got on our hands.

Different languages, speak in tongues,
I can’t confess all I’ve done to anyone,
Transmission’s lost, what have I done?
Possibly a small problem, not part of the plan.

Lost so many to elixir,
Don’t you disappear, I just want to make sure,
If I’m sick again, be my cure,
Possibly a small problem, but I just want to be your man.
Track Name: Hidden Parents
Oh things, have changed, the damage done
Oh look, at what, I have, become
Now I, am lame
And most probably not sane
There is, no me, no in-between
There’s still, one thing, I want, to do
And what, I want
Is to get a little closer to you
Oh it’s always for you

We pull, like tides, and moons, apart
I think, about, it way too much
But then, again, is this the way the world will end?
And crime, is tied, to the, intent
The law, was made, to break, or bend
But I, am Truth
To both I remain immune
Oh it’s always been for you

To be, no more
To breath, no more
To want, no more
To carry on
And mask the bones
With catacombs
So humbly, with salt and sea,
But it’s always for you
The painters can’t remember where they started
But the colors will, not speak until, they’ve had their say
Oh and it’s always for you

With questions best left asked to mirrors
I can’t make this any clearer
Transformed by the likeness of my peers
Come closer now, the psychopomp is near
The odds are in your favor child
So settle for a wicked smile

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