The Hearkening - House Party

In loving memory of our friend and brother, Brian Hempel. We love you.

THE HEARKENING
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Produced/Mixed/Mastered by Stas Clockwise @ CLOCKWISE RECORDINGS
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Artwork by Jacob Lanturn
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Visuals by Alexander Thomas Hordeman of Downpour Design
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LYRICS:

Doors open at their own discretion,
to paths that lead nowhere worth runnin’.
We’ve run out of leads,
there’s no way to leave.
Not how we envisioned dying in our dreams.
Lights on but they’re blurring our vision.
Can’t cope to replace what we’re missin’.
Intoxicate me
for intimacy,
but no one around me can see me for me.
Celebrate but it’s all for nothin’,
wipe my tears with poison.
Put my judgement to rest,
it’s easy becomin’
who I resent
when I wanna feel somethin’.
Windows shut tightly but there’s still a breeze,
the room spins like clockwork, no one has the key.
The wooden floors creak and we feel empty
in our bodies, they’re temporary.

Gone.
Numb me, dumb me down
‘cause I know better than to do it to myself.

Let’s float like ghosts for a night,
Haunt the house and dim the lights.
Faded apparitions pretend to be fine.
Dead within and lookin’ barely alive.

We’ll float like ghosts for the night,
Haunt the house and kill the lights.
Faded apparitions appear to be fine.
Dead within minutes, used to be half alive.

Dig up the time capsule.
Pop, pop, pop it like a pill.
Eat it up, wash it down,
and it’ll make you ill.
Haunted by the past,
but more haunted by the present,
just watching my life pass
when I don’t even feel like I’m present.
I guess it’s been a long time comin, a long time comin’,
‘cause I spent so much of my time runnin’, of my time runnin’
out of time.
Feel like a phantom half the time.

Let’s float like ghosts for a night,
Haunt the house and dim the lights.
Faded apparitions pretend to be fine.
Dead within and lookin’ barely alive.

We’ll float like ghosts for the night,
Haunt the house and kill the lights.
Faded apparitions appear to be fine.
Dead within minutes, used to be half alive.

It’s obvious we’re out of plans
to change or to better ourselves.
Don’t wanna get stuck in the past,
but it’s all we have if nothing else.