Sometimes you stumble across an album and go, "This. This is what's it like."
A mashup of Courrier lyrics that are this moment:
"Living in a hospital world
And I can't tell what's mine and what's yours
a friend from a sword
a lock from an open door
Florescent sun and sanitized earth
cigarette breathe and a novacaine curse
everything is covered in blood and rust
cold as a stone and dry as dust"
"But I'm afraid that I've been anesthetized
by a host of everyday pains"
"The angels sang eternally,
while the demons were encouraging
all that was inside of me
to give up hope.
This is how it feels,
this is how it feels."
"I don't want to waste my time
I don't want to waste my life"
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