Stranger Self

By NOVELISTS

On Noir

Released on September 8, 2017

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I've become a shadow amongst the shadows of your conscience

Another fucking blood stain on these walls

Oh I've been lost for too long within this garden of concrete

Into this hell that your eyes have always been reflecting

You stand alone amongst the statues of these corridors

You're dwelling with a phantom between hell and home

Oh I'm no one to you

A stranger that calls for the rain

I held on for nothing

You don't seem to see me

You don't even speak to me anymore

Still thinking about just leaving and walking straight out the fucking door

A stranger, figment imaginated

Detail in haze, a ghost without the face and..

What, you ain't got no time for me now to be around

Love you from a distance the second I left

You see me now

Check, is that it

Mad, it's aristocratic

Glass inhabits

For the feeling it missed I'm shattered

Fuck it our frequency never matched

I never felt so attached

In a black dormant heart I will react

And I ain't got no time for you to feel

Time for you to heal

Time for you to see me through

This could be us but I know it's just you

This could be us but I know it's just you

Now you would trade your soul

For a fucking day out of your skin

To get away from this house

Where you have to face what you look like

You hate yourself

'Cause you're a passerby in the life of your loved ones

Aren't you sick to act like you're fine?

Oh I'm no one to you

A stranger that calls for the rain

I held on for nothing

You don't seem to see me