thirteen from shed blood by Ada Rook

THERE'S NO SELF
there's no perfect answer
THERE'S NO LIGHT
there is only the cold
THERE'S NO OTHER WAY
THERE IS SOMETHING MISSING IN MY MIND
obsession with the soul

THERE IS NOTHING HERE INSIDE ME
THERE IS ONLY WHAT I LEFT BEHIND
I AM HOLLOW

i used to burn at the sight of you
a cinder crumbling in your gaze
but then i greyed and scattered
years of living with what didn't change
it's all i can do
to force the air out of my throat and into shapes
drawn in the sand of what i know
to ensure it doesn't fade

THERE IS NOTHING HERE INSIDE ME
THERE IS ONLY WHAT I LEFT BEHIND
I AM HOLLOW

i want this feeling to die
i want out of here
belief in safety is lost
and there is only fear

I WAS JUST A CHILD BUT I REMEMBER WHAT YOU DID TO ME.

• Electronic
• ambient
• concrete
• industrial
• Montreal