Get all 18 the Psychodox releases available on Bandcamp and save 35%.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of 1515, 1010, 1000, Skychodox, Died, Left to Rot, Resurgence, Surrounded By Empty Space, and 10 more.
1. |
0101
01:01
|
|
||
2. |
0202
02:02
|
|
||
I am the shard of glass in the sands of time
I am the broken piece that you cannot find
Damage you after you’re done bleeding out
Reap my negativity and drown in the doubt
Welcome to my hell
It isn’t that friendly here
Everything evaporates into thin air
|
||||
3. |
1111
11:11
|
|
||
With everything in perspective
Disregard the notion of change
Alternating between routines
But the process remains mundane
Are you a captive of fear
It’s bleeding into your brain
Although the vision is clear
The result remains the same
I will carry this hell
it will always follow
I’m the dirt on the grave
the inside is hollow
I’m a godless machine
I’m not promised tomorrow
And this fucking disease
Buries me in sorrow
Can’t remember the last time
And it’s that feeling that stings
When did ennui and disdain
Become the most favorite things
It’s even emptier here
And there’s just one to blame
It seems your vision’s unclear
And the result is the same
I didn’t want this
Someone come take it away
|
||||
4. |
1313
13:13
|
|
||
These ghosts are the loudest
Scratching on the walls of my brain
The memory never clouded
My skepticism sustains
I don’t believe
I don’t believe
I don’t believe what’s in front of me
I don’t believe
I’ll aim for the vein
Of this ethereal stain
Only the picture remains
Embedded in my brain
I went to change it
And everything did
A chance to outwit
And then it faded
Bury what I feel
To satisfy the grief
And I went for the kill
And I hate what I see
Tweezers prying my wound open
Add a cup of salt for flavor
The result is disgusting and broken
A taste I abhor to savor
Replay the scene
Replay the scene
Replay the scene I’m scared revisiting
Replay the scene
It’s the noise that I hear
An image slowly appears
Begins coming near
And fades away in fear
I went to change it
And everything did
Don’t want to see this
The image faded
I don’t believe
I don’t believe
I don’t believe
Never fucking replay the fucking scene
Bury what I feel
To satisfy the grief
And I went for the kill
And I hate what I see
|
||||
5. |
1515
15:15
|
|
||
Where is the clarity
I thought I had the other day
The memory bleeds in
That I didn’t ask for, so I say
Incapacitated
Drag it on and dwell
To feel the depth of its cut
Take the last hit
And clear out the ashtray
It’s gathering dust
Dust
Where is the clarity
This painting’s an eyesore
But yet I still stare
If it’s worth a damn it’d be gone
There’s no buyer to care
I’m sure it gleams brightly
When the oil burns so nicely
Trash it with one single flame
I’d get too lazy
To clean it all up
And so the result is the same
The skull I’ve selected
To bore this all into is mine
Escapism
The method induced this time
So kill this memory
Before it kills me
I’ve defaced the picture
It’s something else this time
I scream and I vomit
Blood I’m not sure is mine
Reality’s stinger
It’s attached to a wasp
With a sweet tooth for disdain
I’d kill it
I’d empty its guts on the floor
If it meant that something would change
Drug up the message
And fuzz out the details for now
All ends the same way
It finds its way back somehow
So kill this memory
Before it kills me
Bleed me dry
Skin becomes sores
Bleed me dry
Come back for more
Who the fuck am I kidding
Its entrails could rot on the floor
And I’d leave it there
All this time I’ve been wasting
It became a bore
I pretend to care
Remove its essence
Let the memory drown
In the lake
In the sudden descent
Of a constant burden
I awake
I killed the memory
Before it killed me
I’ll rip out its skull
If it means the whole world
Drug up the message
And fuzz out the details for now
All ends the same way
It finds its way back somehow
The skull I’ve selected
To bore all this into is mine
Escapism
The method induced this time
Killing the end time
Destroy what’s left of the mind
Therapy dreads me
This antiseptic of a life
I tossed out the painting
But the nails are still hanging there
I spit on its grave
To embed in it that I don’t care
Bleed
There must be some clarity
In the clearing
I swear I saw that day
The memory died
It’s all I can ask for
So i say
|
the Psychodox Cleveland, Ohio
One insane idiot's road trip through the psychedelia-tinged world of heavy riffs and mass distortion.
Streaming and Download help
the Psychodox recommends:
If you like the Psychodox, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp