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Hole In The Heart

by Hidden Hand

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1.
I Want Out 06:25
I want out And you can’t hold me back I’ve tried too many times but I still feel like I lack I want out I see the lights outside my door I want all of them in my life and I’ll be seeing you no more I want out A world is building inside me I’ll drown in my excess and joy for all to see I want out Maybe I’ll feel alive Maybe I’ll die alone and deliverance will arrive The ecstasy of life Is one I will obtain Through alleys of struggle I will escape my disdain I want out And you can’t hold me back I’ve tried too many times but I still feel like I lack I want out I see the lights outside my door I want all of them in my life and I’ll be seeing you no more I want out A world is building inside me I’ll drown in my excess and joy for all to see I want out Maybe I’ll feel alive Maybe I’ll die alone and deliverance will arrive The longer I live The more nothing makes sense But when there’s nothing left There’s even less to lose I want out! I want out! I want out! I want out! There’s an emptiness inside us They say they can’t find a cure Beyond sex, death and god Yet I’m still drawn by allure I want out! I want out! I want out! I want out! Life crashes before me I can’t help but rejoice These times are changing Am I finding my voice? The world spins outward And I feel so small So much to discover So many ways to fall
2.
Why are we drawn to emptiness? Is lingering death just not finessed? Our morning streets harbouring despair The pain will remain if we’re not there Carnal allure shall magnetise And who’s to judge but our demise There’s horror shows yet to unveil With blurring lights and hope that’s long set sail Caught in a dance, no end in sight Reach to the void in endless night I could say much to no effect To add direction or maybe to reflect Still all this demolition will persist Through pen or sword cutting through the mist Who is the coldest? Who will survive? If we forget to love then will we stay alive? Race to the bottom and you’ll claim your crown In blurring lights and nothing left to do but drown Can’t stop to climb They’re closing in I know these walls They’re closing in They’re closing in They’re closing in They’re closing in
3.
There’s a hole in my heart where my love should be I’m gazing at pathways that aren’t for me All the places I’ve been I can’t unsee Oh no.. I’m tired of this world staring back at me Everything that I know is what I can see Like a cabaret of mediocrity Oh no… it's time to end the show There’s a hole in my heart where my love should be I’m gazing at pathways that aren’t for me All the places I’ve been I can’t unsee Oh no.. I’m tired of this world staring back at me Everything that I know is what I can see Like a cabaret of mediocrity Oh no… it's time to end the show It's time to end the show It's time to end the show Just wanna end the show Just wanna end the show

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“Can a person crave to destroy himself and at the same time wish to transmute himself into a fuller being? Is destruction of a central part of us necessary in order to transform ourselves? How do perceptive people fend off their destructive impulses, through insensibility or with greatness of mind? How can an ordinary person such as me, deficient in natural talent and ignorant in the ways of the world, blunt the self-doubt and the fear that nips at my heels? How does a vegetative character such as me express the vivacity of life while counterbalancing the immutable sorrows that accompany our struggles to glean meaning in life? How does anyone function rationally knowing that his or her life will ruefully end with death?” -Kilroy J. Oldster

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released June 11, 2022

All tracks written by Hidden Hand

Witness 1 - All instruments

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Hidden Hand Belfast, UK

New aeon post punk from Ireland, immersed in everyday human grief.

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