Brayth Isaiah - Fluvoxamine
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Stream Fluvoxamine:
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/5vNNqialvjHHI4qcV6DE54?si=PSsBWf5bRMmoaqRH90aRaA
Apple Music: http://itunes.apple.com/album/id/1813702066
Shot by: https://www.instagram.com/graqie_/
Edited by: Brayth Isaiah - with special thanks to https://www.instagram.com/w.l.r_07/
Produced by: Brayth Isaiah
Mixed and Mastered: Brayth Isaiah, under the mentorship of Stephan Beattie at The Bunker Recording Studio.
Lyrics:
Confined in my own mind,
I can see the stress
Taking away from my success.
Blinding lights bring me to rest.
My bed's been made a thousand times,
Yet I'm still left unsatisfied.
Rearranged my desk a thousand times,
Yet I'm still left unorganised.
Word by word, you feel less in tune.
Hurt by hurt, it cuts through to you.
Word by word, you feel less in tune.
Hurt by hurt, it cuts through to you.
Blood's going cold,
But my skin's going hot.
I can see the knot -
Just bottle it up.
Stay in this shell;
They can't judge what they don't know.
Is this self-loathing?
Either way, I deserve this hell.
If I be myself, I'll be left out.
If I talk, I'll be left short.
If I be myself, I'll be left out.
If I talk, I'll be left short.
Word by word, you feel less in tune.
Hurt by hurt, it cuts through to you.
Word by word, you feel less in tune.
Hurt by hurt, it cuts through to you.
Socials down below !
Stream Fluvoxamine:
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/5vNNqialvjHHI4qcV6DE54?si=PSsBWf5bRMmoaqRH90aRaA
Apple Music: http://itunes.apple.com/album/id/1813702066
Shot by: https://www.instagram.com/graqie_/
Edited by: Brayth Isaiah - with special thanks to https://www.instagram.com/w.l.r_07/
Produced by: Brayth Isaiah
Mixed and Mastered: Brayth Isaiah, under the mentorship of Stephan Beattie at The Bunker Recording Studio.
Lyrics:
Confined in my own mind,
I can see the stress
Taking away from my success.
Blinding lights bring me to rest.
My bed's been made a thousand times,
Yet I'm still left unsatisfied.
Rearranged my desk a thousand times,
Yet I'm still left unorganised.
Word by word, you feel less in tune.
Hurt by hurt, it cuts through to you.
Word by word, you feel less in tune.
Hurt by hurt, it cuts through to you.
Blood's going cold,
But my skin's going hot.
I can see the knot -
Just bottle it up.
Stay in this shell;
They can't judge what they don't know.
Is this self-loathing?
Either way, I deserve this hell.
If I be myself, I'll be left out.
If I talk, I'll be left short.
If I be myself, I'll be left out.
If I talk, I'll be left short.
Word by word, you feel less in tune.
Hurt by hurt, it cuts through to you.
Word by word, you feel less in tune.
Hurt by hurt, it cuts through to you.