Same Old Cycle
Studio-polished and crisp avant garde indie pop with sparse, syncopated music box arpeggios, introducing a chilling, atmospheric texture, Minimalist rhythm section barely pulses beneath deep baritone, melancholic, distant and mumbling male post-punk vocals, with icy, reverbed synthetic echoes haunting the background, Heavily syncopated and off beat and sparse layered crackling electronica percussion
Same Old Cycle
Studio-polished and crisp avant garde indie pop with sparse, syncopated music box arpeggios, introducing a chilling, atmospheric texture, Minimalist rhythm section barely pulses beneath deep baritone, melancholic, distant and mumbling male post-punk vocals, with icy, reverbed synthetic echoes haunting the background, Heavily syncopated and off beat and sparse layered crackling electronica percussion
Lyrics
sometimes i think i might be awful
sometimes i think i might be vile,
sometimes i think i'm so horrendous,
i stop thinking for a while,
sometimes i regret everything i did,
sometimes i'm only filled with pride,
sometimes i dream about the horrors,
i could be up to with more time,
it's just the part of me that never liked me much,
it's just the side of me i never liked enough,
perhaps i should listen to why it hates me,
perhaps i was never very good at listening,
Mirror mirror on the wall,
My breath's out of control in a bathroom stall,
All the praise you give, I'll reject it,
The evidence of my unworth well reflected,
(same old cycle)
(just the same old cycle)
sometimes i try my hardest to be the best i can,
sometimes i convince my self i'm a decent man,
sometimes i wonder why you take me seriously,
and then i wonder why i embrace the misery, and-
sometimes your words to me cause me living hell,
sometimes even when i know you meant it well,
sometimes my head's on right,
and then my two sides fight,
until any semblance of my self-worth is out of sight,
it's just the part of me that never liked me much,
it's just the side of me i never liked enough,
perhaps i should listen to why it hates me,
perhaps i was never very good at listening,
Mirror mirror on the wall,
My breath's out of control in a bathroom stall,
All the praise you give, I'll reject it,
The evidence of my unworth well reflected,
(same old cycle)
(just the same old cycle)
are you listening in?
have you heard enough?
are we closing in on a solution,
or was it all a bluff?
(are you listening in?)
(have you heard enough?)
(are we closing in on a solution)
(or was it all a bluff?)
i know i tend to shut out things i don't understand,
and whenever you responded things got out of hand,
i never gave you permission to be part of my mind,
but i suppose that action has been lost to time,
sometimes i think i could resolve myself,
sometimes i think i could be sleeping well,
sometimes i think i might just be too scared of you,
cause you kept kicking me down once my confidence grew,
it's just the part of me that never liked me much,
it's just the side of me i never liked enough,
perhaps i should listen to why it hates me,
perhaps i was never very good at listening,
Mirror mirror on the wall,
My breath's out of control in a bathroom stall,
All the praise you give, I'll reject it,
The evidence of my unworth well reflected,
(same old cycle)
(just the same old cycle)
Is it too late to listen now?
(is it too late to listen now?)
cause i think, i think, i think,
i might be ready, now