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The Wind
03:50
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Sudden change of the wind
And nothing is the same
And the worst part is that
There's no one to blame
But we keep searching far and wide
For pleasant lie to set us free
And to defend our fragile minds
We tell ourselves that everything
That our loss
And our pain
Were just part
Of the plan
That nothing bad happens without a reason
And someone above us must be pulling the strings
Trying so hard to find someone guilty
We end up too broken too see…
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Destined for Silence
04:38
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Everything that we are
is contained in these cells
flesh is the prison of mind
Everything that we are
will wither and die
and at some point turn into dust
Even knowing there's long road ahead
I keep thinking about where it ends
my mind spiraling out of control
I keep searching for ways to escape
I keep trying to distract myself
anything to forget where the road
ends
But this voice in my head
Louder than sirens
Keeps reminding me that
We're all destined for silence
So I keep singin these songs
Louder and louder
Trying to drown out this voice
Harder and harder
Wish I coul be like them
Believe that road never ends
But this voice in my head
Louder than sirens
Keeps reminding me that
We're all destined for silence
So I keep singin these songs
Louder and louder
Trying to drown out this voice
Harder and harder
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Part-Time Nihilist
03:56
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So it goes…
From the cradle to the grave
There's not really much to say, just go on
So it goes…
Everything will turn to dust
So until you still have time just have fun
So it goes…
At the end it's all the same
Don't pretend you understand what's the point
So it goes…
From the cradle to the grave
There's not really much to say, just go on
I keep telling this to myself every single day
I keep telling this to myself every single day
But my disobedient heart still believes that it can find
Some kind of higher meaning
And it refuses to abandon hope
It tells me life can be so much more
It wants to create and it wants to destroy
Instead of merely dreaming
Maybe the truth is between
In place where both sides collide
Maybe the answer is clear
If you just know where it hides
But right now I'm just too tired
To chase it over again
Maybe tommorow I'll try
I… keep telling this to myself
I keep telling this to myself…
And so it goes…
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Thursday
05:28
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It feels like winter that stayed too long
A scream that got stuck in my throat
A problem we need to solve
With nothing but hope
It's like watching a future that shrinks
As the past bloats and expands
Feeling trapped somewhere inbetween
With no way to escape
It feels like home
It feels like... home?
So many nights I've spent, carving onto my bones
Anger and despair, forgotten but not gone
No matter where I am, the past still lingers on,
And when my bones are touched, it still feels like…
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