Hypnos // The Son of Night and Darkness: The Twin Brother of Death

by Kid Grizzly

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released October 31, 2016

All music written by Kid Grizzly

Seth Cosier--Vocals, Synth
Maggie Heeren--Vocals, Bass Guitar, Synth
Greg Pontasch--Guitars
Wiley Falconer--Lead Synth
Eric Tamm--Drums

Production by Jake Pachasa at The Warehouse Recording Studio
Artwork by Maxine Burrows

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Track Name: Hypnos
Verse 1:
When I'm asleep, I swear I've seen this before.
I'm here again, deliberately between these walls.
So set the scene--recurring--I've seen this before.
Deprived of senses, I know where I am.

Chorus:
Dropping from the clouds and that's alright,
Though I am aware, no control tonight.
Pulling out my teeth and I'm just fine 'cause I don't mind feeling helpless.

Verse 2:
There's sand on my feet--foreign sounds pass through my ears.
There's dust and concrete beneath my skin, I'm here again.
My resting frame confined to this dream.
Deprived of senses, I know where I am.

Bridge:
I'm worried that I've been wasting my time.
I'm worried that life is gonna pass me by.

Chorus:
Dropping from the clouds and that's alright,
Though I am aware no control tonight.
Pulling out my teeth and I'm just fine 'cause I don't mind feeling helpless.
A weight on my chest--this is not rest!
I'm in my mind--no control tonight.
Trapped in my sheets and I can't say I know my fate--feeling helpless.
Track Name: The Son of Night and Darkness: The Twin Brother of Death
Part 1:
The air in my lungs is freezing.
Teasing you never feels all that playful.
These wicked trees are weeping.
There's nothing left to leave on the table.
There's no place to be misunderstood--
you and I know its time to return to the wood.
My body's the only thing between me and becoming you--
cyclic, falling drops of patternistic monsters.

I'm a monster.

Part 2:
I am a monster.

I am a monster.
(Have you ever experienced loss at the hands of a person whose fingers most resemble claws?)

I am a monster.
(Dug down deep in your thoughts, plucking at sinews with synapses firing off.)

Are you a monster too?
(Worn down from the battles you've fought with the beast that's living, breathing in the feelings you've wrought.)

A monster too?
(Disappointed, derelict and distraught. False equivalences drawn between what's real and what's not.)

Part 3:
Be still, my heart--if I still had one.