1. HUNDRED FOOT DROP

(Instrumental)


2. SUBSISTENCE DEFINED

Is there a side to take ?
If one could be correct…
Concern is but a notion
Following compulsion
Confound by principles of aim
No increment of gain
Each flag yields no return
A tarnished hue of comfort

Will you find the time to tend your own ?
Do you cut your loss and seek greener plains ?

When you’re there, you’ll know
It’s the place where all goes to hell
When you’re there, you’ll know
You’ll know

Got to
Must
Can’t adjust
Can’t think clearly
Can’t gain my trust
Because me is us
No majority
Got to
Must
Must adjust
Adjust severely
Remove the rust
Clear the dust
Am I still underneath ?

It’s out of my hands
Separation; isolation
The prospect of change is elusive
My resolve remains tenacious

Will you find the time to tend your own ?
Do you cut your loss and seek greener plains ?

When you’re there, you’ll know
It’s the place where all goes to hell
When you’re there, you’ll know
You’ll know

Empty
Nothing
Inside
Worthy
Unsure
Nervous
Tension
Purpose

No sleep
Pale skin
Nauseous
Choking

Pressure
Heightening
Ruthless
Crushing

Hope is dead

Got to
Must
Can’t adjust
Can’t think clearly
Can’t gain my trust
Because me is us
No majority
Got to
Must
Must adjust
Adjust severely
Remove the rust
Clear the dust
Am I still underneath ?


3. DRUGS FOR PAIN INSIDE

Someone else
You’re someone else…

Hiss of air conditioner
Blank computer screen
Skin turning pale
Semi-conscious
Half-awake
Fear of the unknown
Talking to myself

Alteration follows speculation
Ocular lens eyepiece
Viewed under microscope and theory
Bypass feeling
Rationalize the flaws
Omit what you don’t want to see

Television on
Here, but not for long
Something isn’t right
Drugs for pain inside
No sunlight in days
Slowly wasting away
Stale and bitter air
Distant stare

Television on
Here, but not for long
Something isn’t right
Drugs for pain inside
No sunlight in days
Slowly wasting away
Anything but this…

Unfiltered thought now filtering down
Filtering down… filtering down…

Unfiltered thought now filtering down
Heightening awareness and sense of self
Adrenaline rush to survival mode
Truths are disclosed
Visceral instincts ignite

Push car down drive
Make sure alive
Leave to escape
Remove deadweight
Exit city
No remorse
No pity
Stare in rear view mirror
Just to see what you really are
Helplessness gone too far


4. AUGUST 4TH - 3:21 AM.

I had been swallowed… swallowed by an infinite, inky blackness.
I was enveloped by this blackness.
When I looked around me… it was nothingness.
It was the abyss.

August 4th - 3:21 A.M. I’m keeping this record for posterity.
It’s clear to me now that I’ve been swallowed by something I truly do not understand.
The assumed qualities of human existence do not apply here, and their substitutes are unfamiliar to me.
Everything I’ve come to know… all the knowledge I’ve amassed in my life… is now useless.

With the introduction of this foreign environment, came recurring instances of moral temptation. This recurring choice between firmly established ambitions and short-term desires. I’ve put forth immeasurable effort to deter this reality from altering my manner, but it’s proving inadequate in the face of uncompromising inevitability. My judgment is gradually drifting towards the irrational, as my environment wills.

I’ve fallen victim to this blackness.
My resolve… diluted by the very nature of my own existence. I’m human.
Mentally weak... emotionally unpredictable, and innately flawed.

My captor is far stronger than I… this cannot be denied.
I’ve been swallowed by a force to be reckoned with… I’ve been swallowed by society.


5. ANYTHING BUT THIS, ANYWHERE BUT HERE

Transmission ends
Dead air is near
Anything but this
Anywhere but here
Afraid I’m slipping through
Cracks in the floor
Pretend I don’t care
I don’t care anymore
When it’s everything I know
It’s everything I am
It’s everything I need

(Someone else… you’re someone else)

Pressure point
Ruthless grip
Choke out words
Choke on self
Never felt this before
Never felt this way
Diluted thought
Motivation lost

But this isn’t real
You are

(Someone else… you’re someone else)

Was alright last week
Sudden drop
Hundred foot drop
Can’t explain
You were there
You’re always there

But I need to get…
I have to get…
I have to get the fuck out of here
Somebody… please.


6. I CANNOT EXPLAIN MYSELF ANYMORE

So if you loved me
I’ve said it all before
I cannot explain myself anymore
And if you loved me
You should already know
What it really means to be alone


7. SLOWLY, BUT SURELY, I'M DROWNING

Water
Is rising through cracks in the floor
And I’m drowning
Slowly
But surely
I’m drowning

It’s filling the room
This ugly room
Everything will soon go under
And I couldn’t even care
Because I’m trapped in this stagnant state
Consumed by this stagnant stench
This endless void I’ll never escape

Looks like there’s no denial this time
Looks like it
Surely seems like it
Seems like I’ve been eviscerated
Because there’s nothing underneath anymore
No feeling
No emotion
Just nothingness

The water’s still rising
And I’m drowning
Slowly
But surely
I’m drowning