I struggled with this one. On the one Hand, it was a SongI was starting to really think through vocal Lines, and how it could sound cool... and on the other Hand I tried to really write a Song with Substance and Meaning... far away from all that Fun- and Hatred Stuff.
Recently I work as a Social-worker with drug addicts. Mostly older people, or people that are in a terminal condition, and are about to die. Dying sometimes is a lengthy process, which is a burden for body, mind and your social environment alike. I try to tell myself, that this is a song about a specific client of mine, but in the end, the similarities to how I feel with chronic depression are obvious as they are frightening at the same time.
lyrics
Every day I face the same old Struggle
I feel like I can not connect
to this world, to it's people,
to my environment and everything else.
It feels like everything is slipping through my hands,
like I can't get a hold on myself
I disappear, I turn to Air
I'm afraid that there is no one who cares
Fading Away - I can not hold on to...
Fading Away - Can You help me?
There is no one here, and no one cares.
So why the fuck, should I even try, to stick around and leave my mark?
I feel like being left in the dark...
Every Minute, every day... I get the feeling that I'm fading away.
Every Hour, every Week... I get the feeling that I'm fading away.
Ever since, every Year... I have the feeling, that no one is here.
All that Quarrels in my head, let me think that I'm already dead.
I can't Control. No Love. No Hope. All Alone. I'm out here all on my own...
One-Person-Band, out of Bremen. This is the result, when pressure leads to creativity. Made during difficult times, against all odds. Whats done is done...
Northeast straight-edge hardcore taken to the cathartic, infectious extreme; a fiery EP fueled by spite, spirit, and sick riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable May 24, 2023