Thoughts from Choices by The East Antarctic

In the hallow,
I start to wallow in petty self-sorrow.

The mud consumes me,
soon it is all I see, I cannot breathe, I need to leave

Help me with misery.
Boiling up inside of me, beneath my feet it haunts my dreams

Fear has a hold on me,
afraid my deeds will break my creed, the past is bleak and theres no peace.

Hey, what's my name? cannot explain the thoughts in my brain.
Hey, what's my way? Feeling disgraced, life is a waste, what more to say,
Hey, what's my name? cannot explain the thoughts in my brain.

Hey, what's my name? cannot explain the thoughts in my brain.
Hey, what's my way? Feeling disgraced, life is a waste, what more to say,
Hey, what's my name? cannot explain the thoughts in my brain.

• Electronic
• Experimental
• Folk
• Hip-Hop
• Instrumental
• Fraser