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Roam
03:04
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Eyes around the room
Blurred lines start to bloom.
I don't know what's real and what's not.
Please, tell me if you see me now.
Give me a fix, a fix to solid ground.
Thoughts go through my head,
A storm of broken glass.
And at the center is all that's true.
I've tried to fit the shards together
In a way which I can view myself.
Please, tell me if you see me now.
Give me a fix, a fix to solid ground.
The soul, it can't help but to roam.
To find a home, even if inside the same walls.
It fits wherever it falls.
And it starts becoming other than.
Tempered in time to pass.
Sense breaks with favor of acceptance.
I'll wait for all to fit together.
In a way which I can view myself.
Please, tell me if you see me now.
Give me a fix, a fix to solid ground.
The soul, it can't help but to roam.
To find a home, even if inside the same walls.
It fits wherever it falls.
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Feed
02:11
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Substance has become a delusion.
Routine feedings with all eyes on.
A craving that only favours itself.
We are all dying for it, while hunting for fake hearts.
As they consume just to comedown.
Only to get intoxicated again.
We are all dying for it, an escape from our truth.
For it cannot be hidden.
Everything in excess can be caustic.
We decide what we live for.
So, why the hell are you here?
To only change your frame and not what it shows?
You are nothing more than what you make of yourself.
And that's the crux of it.
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3. |
The Chase
02:42
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Act fast.
This is an urgent broadcast.
Rally all brokers and holy rollers.
Let them flaunt what they have to offer.
Give me a new hope to foster.
Cause I'm lost, in need of direction.
And every answer follows a question.
How many prayers must be met before you trust in a God?
How many times can a heart be broken before you deny love?
How many failures are worth their weight?
Cause I have little left to give all there is to take.
But here's the thing, I'm wired for the chase.
It began before me.
It will be here when I'm gone.
There's no use in fighting it.
But I'm sick of chompin at the bit.
In this rat race dressed as sacred writ.
Fuck, even if I win, I'm still just a rat going round.
So, how do I get out? I want out.
I've got this far on minimal passion.
With nothing more than aimless vision.
Make your mark and make it last.
Damn us filthy rats.
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4. |
An Awful Lot
04:05
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I'm moving towards progress but still losing track.
Cause my design reminds me of the things I seem to lack.
With nothing more than adverse whispers and takes.
I've held out for the moments when the discord breaks.
Make no mistake.
I know I keep often talking shit about how I'd get well.
And none of that has changed.
I just need some time to get through this mess that I call hell.
And none of that has changed.
So, hear me out.
Awareness without nerve left me on the inside.
All of the things I found swallowed me alive.
And though I'm consumed, I can't be kept down.
I've been told you can turn this life around.
Make no mistake.
I know I keep often talking shit about how I'd get well.
And none of that has changed.
I just need some time to get through this mess I call hell.
And none of that has changed.
So, hear me out.
I use to be so filled with faith but scared to give it a name.
I don't know what it became but one thing was left the same.
I still feel it, I still feel it an awful lot.
Make no mistake.
I know I keep often talking shit about how I'd get well.
And none of that has changed.
I just need some time to get through this mess I call hell.
And none of that has changed.
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5. |
Mad 64
03:31
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I've had headaches and I've felt heartache.
But never expected what they'd leave in their wake.
An anxious mind and swells of every feeling had.
Am I fine or have I gone mad?
I can't pick a side and it shows.
Life knows no peace.
That's just the way it goes.
Yeah, there's nothing more terrifying.
At least I can say I'm still trying.
It's hard to dive into what cuts you deep and lifelines don't come cheap.
So, I bide my time dwelling on the inside.
Hoping I can make the exit look clean.
I can't pick a side and it shows.
Life knows no peace.
That's just the way it goes.
Yeah, there's nothing more terrifying.
At least I can say I'm still trying.
Stuck somewhere between poise and panic.
Used to the sound of shifting static
Yeah, for better or worse , this is where I'll be, on the edge of my seat.
I'm restless, can't keep it down.
Theses mad thoughts, can't cut them out.
I've made this form a work of art.
And I will not fall apart.
I'm Not Dead Yet
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Chromarama Indianapolis, Indiana
Your friendly neighborhood aggressive rock band from Indianapolis, Indiana.
Formed in 2019,
Chromarama combines a DIY mindset with a collection of influences and knowledge culminating in an ever-evolving sound and clear-cut live presence.
Geoff Halbherr - Vocals
Brendan Ellis - Guitar
Zach Black - Bass
Cam Woodworth - Drums/Percussion
Booking Inquiries: chromarama@gmail.com
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