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The Coldest Sampler

by Ghost Machines

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Sub zero blue blood pumps from a December heart Perfecting distance, turning it into an art Forming damage on parts of friendships Lost at sea Salting wounds because I gained permanent Residency in my own head Spacing out hourly It’s hard to see passed past events Such as these presented in front of me Water flows under burned bridges Done digging ditches for that graveyard shift But what’s the difference If I can’t sleep? Lost in an existential crisis Staring into the endless abyss Until the darkness stares back And blows me a kiss Wondering what my purpose on earth is My mind breaks apart like shattered glass Disguised as snow When the pieces recollect, changed forever The cracks still show I can feel it in my bones The coldest winter I’ll ever know Looking for a way out An escape route, a strategy For the anxiety That makes it hard to breathe Chain smoking daily Sleepwalking through day dreams Life becomes background music To a silent film about Lonely love lost souls Trying to find hope in all the wreckage Remnants of what it was like Before the snow came But that frozen December heart remains And serves a purpose, a reminder That everything must change
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Korwell Predicts...
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These days If I could circle back to circle one I’d do 88 just so I could change the outcome Wishful thinking Wishful thinking’s got me sinking Further in that quicksand Struggling Struggling to understand Trying to make those pieces fit But they don’t and they never will So now I dream like an insomniac Praying for sleep Or anything else that resembles rest But I’m doing my best Trying to keep myself together Trying to keep my composure Composing notes addressed to Saturn that’s where you are Where you count stars and count rings While I still count things That we didn’t get to do Wondering what the fuck I’m supposed to do Without you Stay busy, stay distracted But the simple fact is I’m lost And that empty feeling keeps creeping up on me Its forcing me to push away everyone Even when I’m lonely.. The distance comes and goes But I perfected that blank stare It came with my disconnection Disconnected and so affected With depression that I never wanna leave the house But I’m doing my best Trying to keep myself together Trying to keep my composure Composing notes addressed to Saturn that’s where you are Where you count stars and count rings While I still count things That we didn’t get to do Wondering what the fuck I’m supposed to do Without you I guess I’ll keep writing But this is not a new chapter It’s a completely different book Volume two The one I have to write without you It still feels like I’m waiting Waiting to wake up from this like “it was all a dream….” But it’s not and it never will be So I drag my broken soul around in this dark reality Searching for peace Or anything else that resembles closure

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released April 15, 2016

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Ghost Machines Kenosha, Wisconsin

Ghost Machines is an alternative hip hop group from Kenosha, Wisconsin. Their music blends many genres including trip hop and jazz with subtle goth and classical overtones.

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