Vol​​.​​II - Everything We Know is Wrong

by Sans Nom

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04:51
A time not so long ago Angels held my head up high Maybe I stopped believing Maybe they were never there Maybe it's all in my head Maybe I don't care. And now im losing faith. Faith within myself overthinking life Overthinking wealth And now there's nothing I can do Without feeling scared Scared I'm running out of time No wasted day to spare Listen to me now Forlorn And self obsessed Someone please just tell me Why I'm so depressed
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My life's goal Is to not die alone To find fulfilment all On my own No future no hope Sheer monotony But i can still cope happily I'm starting to see That The life I lead Is building up To absolutely nothing We live, we die These days go by Where do I find happiness. This monotony Has gotten the best of me What must I do To be free Spontaneity whisper to me What must I do To be free Break me free from these chains This bondage of order A house, a family confined to these borders
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I put so much stock In my public perception I don't know what else to invest in A lifetime spent Doing as you say But now I must Find my own way
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Melodramatic insights And Nothing is my fault Rushing everything in life With Unsatisfying results My pain outweighs the good I am not to blame My mind is full of empty thought With No ambitions or aim
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I'll just sleep away my troubles I'm never coming back I'm in unconscious bliss off the beaten path When I'm alone I'm on top of the world The light is up and it's up for me My thoughts are consumed by my own self defeat so concerned with money so full of conceit So self involved so self obsessed when there's so much more that need's to be addressed. Why can't I express why I'm so depressed My mind's gone numb I have no where to run Where's my motivation where is my drive I'm all done here I won't even try There has to be more to a human being than this. There has to be more than being a human, remiss. I've found no answers, I'm too full of doubt. But at least I have something to complain about
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Self depricating, reclusive, Regrettably modest. No ambition, stagnant thought, Questionably Honest Consistently inconsistent I'll apologize for all the things I didn't do Or is everything I've just said, An embellished version of the truth I don't want to be living I don't want to be dead I'll contradict myself Until the bitter sweet end This is the make up Of my simply, complex brain. Overworked, over thought I'm certifiably insane Consumed by hypocrisy Surrounded by idiocy For every indiosyncrasy I'll tighten my lips even more If Limbo were a real place That's where I'd fit in best A place where nothing else exists No fucking family crest So please Assuage my fears, ease my mind or just leave me here, stop caring I want to be left behind
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How can something so appealing lose it's allure? How can such beauty turn it's back on the world. It's hard to articulate without repeating the phrase. Stop living your life by counting the days
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There's no one around Who I can open up to Afraid Of being judged I'm far too insecure. Conning for sympathy Deficient of empathy But I don't say a word Why can't I change My mind wanders so far To place where I'm on par Equal with everyone But this fantasy eludes me I have nothing worthwhile to say I have no voice No plan, no future No rational choice Are these thoughts my own? They're growing like a cancer analytically obsessed With finding an answer From day to day to day to day I've grown weary of this routine But I'm afraid of change. I think too much. So I'll say Nothing.
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Everything we know is wrong But Everything we face we can overcome. Everything we know is wrong, But the damage can still be undone.

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A collection of songs, diverse in musical style, recorded and performed by some friends.

More info:
www.southerncitylab.net/2015/09/SCL170.html

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released August 31, 2015

ALBUM CREDITS:

SIMON PEACOCK- PRODUCTION, LYRICS, PROGAMMING & VARIOUS INSTRUMENTS.

ALEX GUIDRY- VOCALS ON "THE FUTURE IS NOW", "ATTENTION DEFICIT", "UNCONSCIOUS BLISS", "SELF OBSESSED" & "UNHAPPY THOUGHTS".

SHELBY DAVIDSON- VOCALS ON "YOU CAN'T GO HOME AGAIN", "DESPERATE MEASURES" & "EVERYTHING WE KNOW IS WRONG". BACKING VOCALS ON "UNCONSCIOUS BLISS".

MEGHAN BOWMAN- CO-PRODUCTION & VOCALS ON "ANGELS".

BENJAMIN MACKENZIE- CO-PRODUCTION & GUITAR ON "ANGELS".

SARAH MACKENZIE- PIANO ON "BEGINNING OF THE END".

CHRISTIAN SAYIES- BASS GUITAR ON "ANGELS".

ERIN BRUNEN- BACKING VOCALS ON "THE FUTURE IS NOW" & "EVERYTHING WE KNOW IS WRONG".

JEAN CONCEPCION- BACKING VOCALS ON "EVERYTHING WE KNOW IS WRONG".


*music and arrangments for "ANGELS" written by BENJAMIN MACKENZIE


*all vocalists provided their own vocals melodies.


ALBUM ART BY- QUIN C. GREIG www.facebook.com/quin.c.greig.art


CONTACT:
sansnom.bandcamp.com
facebook.com/sansnommusic

sansnommusic@gmail.com

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