A fever dream, with no one around, no way to tell what's really there
A demon stands, unflinchingly, it reflects your worst and your present
No energy to feed off of, yet it wavers in sight and thought
Instilling bad in all it's forms, what will become of you?
What will become of you?
With the weight of expectation, laziness kicks in, shake it
With the harsh of lonerism, isolation stops by, don't open
Trust is just around the corner, strength and you open your eyes
A shuffling of priority leads to life's true great prize
Mighty ones have gone and left, you have your own strategy now
What was once your bread and butter keeps you from a final form
To strive and claw a way right out of ruts and trials that come your way
Cold and dull, but soon makes space for the sun, the blinding warm
With the weight of expectation, laziness kicks in, shake it
With the harsh of lonerism, isolation stops by, don't open
Trust is just around the corner, strength and you open your eyes
A shuffling of priority leads to life's true great prize
The best awaits, so take it
The best awaits, so take it
Cermony's Ross John Farrar experiments with synths, bass, & percussion to make music similar to that from the '80s homemade tape scene. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2023