Reality is Horrible, Darling
Anxia Unnatural

Anxia Unnatural | Reality is Horrible, Darling



Probably nothing, right? VERSION 2
Anxia Unnatural
((not on album yet or other unused versions))

Anxia Unnatural | Probably nothing, right? 2nd version

I wrote this while I was visiting Santa Cruz a couple weeks ago.  Just rerecorded it.


i wrote and recorded this in january and i just relistened to it.  at the time I thought the lyrics were too self-indulgent it was hard to take myself seriously.  But listening to it again it’s worth existing, perhaps I’ll explore it further.  here have the ridiculous lyrics

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Light my fuse
tonight we’ll be breathing in our skin
This pool is immersing me in illusion
this escape is what I was trying to escape
and i can’t help but hide
Don’t take me home
Cause I don’t have a home
It’s a cloud make of light
Reflecting off the sea
but how many oceans does it take
to wash me away


(just shut up
no ones wants to hear my whining bullshit
I talk about how worthless I feel
maybe it’s because i am
i could be trying to help someone
or living a full life
instead I just curl up into a ball and hide
just die
shut up
no one should care
least of all me)


second new demo

cover art by Reba Overkill


nobodylistenstozathras:

First of two new demos.

diy for better or worse


Q
Could you post the lyrics for all your songs? Thanks!
Anonymous
A

http://anxiaunnatural.tumblr.com/lyrics

here you go, I’ll add to this as I release stuff.



Looking Over The Edge Of Time / Reading About Protests / Self-Loathing / America
Anxia Unnatural

i just wrote this yesterday.

If I were a power violence band, this would be my 4 song demo :)

-Lyrics-

“Looking Over The Edge Of Time”

Ticking clocks and twitching hands
we move glacially a centimeter away from the edge
our heart beats become war drums
but we were mistaken
the beats were that of billy clubs

“Reading About Protests”

My frozen eyes turn to run
from the safety of my room

“Self-Loathing”

Wrap me in a blanket of self-loathing
Suffocated by the self

“America”

We have all the water
we have all the food
we scrounge for ideas
but the well’s empty