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Lag explores the feeling of living a half-step behind the world - not from disinterest, but from depth. Conversations move on before the right words arrive, laughter fades before meaning fully lands, and responses come too late to be spoken aloud. The song captures the quiet frustration of replaying moments long after they’ve passed, while others have already moved forward.
Rather than framing this delay as failure, Lag slowly reframes it as a different pace - one that still holds value, understanding, and emotional truth. The song ends with acceptance: being slower doesn’t mean being absent, and silence doesn’t mean disengagement.
[Verse 1]
You said it once and turned away,
the room kept time, I slipped a frame.
Laughter landed, mine stayed back,
the meaning came when you were gone.
[Pre-Chorus]
It’s never empty, never wrong,
my answers just arrive too slow.
[Chorus 1]
I’m a second behind your light,
but I’m still here, still alive.
Your words unfold when you’re out of sight,
I carry them into the night.
[Verse 2]
At home the ceiling hums in rings,
I trace the line you didn’t see.
The perfect phrase at half past two,
too late for you, but true to me.
[Chorus 2 – subtle shift]
I’m a second behind your light,
but I’m still here, still alive.
Your words return when I’m alone,
I carry them into my own.
[Break – Harsh]
Too late to speak, too deep to drop.
Your clock runs clean, mine doesn’t stop.
[Final Chorus – reframe]
I’m a second behind your light,
not a fault, not out of time.
Your words still glow when you’re out of sight,
and now I know this pace is mine.
[Outro]
If I’m quiet, I’m still near.Flood describes sensory overwhelm - the moment when light, sound, motion, and presence stack until the world becomes physically painful. What begins as something manageable quickly turns into an onslaught, where every stimulus loses its boundary and spills into the next.
The song moves from panic toward self-preservation, not through endurance but through retreat and adjustment. Flood isn’t about drowning - it’s about recognising when to step back, dim the light, and survive by choosing gentler ground.
[Intro – Spoken / Clean]
It was fine at first,
just light and sound.
Then the edges sharpened,
and the room leaned in.
[Verse 1]
Neon hums against the wall,
voices stack and start to crawl.
Metal clatter, laughing glass,
every second louder fast.
You walk easy through the glow,
I feel pressure start to grow.
[Chorus 1]
I’m caught inside a rising flood,
too much color, too much blood.
Every sound avoids its lane,
washing over thought and name.
I’m not weak, I’m just undone,
trying to breathe inside the sun.
[Verse 2]
Shoes keep pounding hollow ground,
plastic sings, a piercing sound.
Someone’s laugh cuts razor thin,
lights keep drilling through my skin.
You say, “Stay, it’s not that bad,”
but my chest is burning red.
[Chorus 2 – Subtle Shift]
I’m caught inside a rising flood,
too much color, too much blood.
Every sound forgets its place,
spilling straight across my face.
I’m not broken, not afraid,
I just need the light to fade.
[Bridge – Harsh]
Too much motion, too much sound.
Every sense is breaking down.
[Final Chorus – Reframe]
I was caught inside a rising flood,
but I found shade inside the flood.
When the world gets sharp and loud,
I step back under darker clouds.
I’m still here, I’m still enough,
I survive the surge and rush.
[Outro – Clean]
I don’t drown,
I dim the light.Mask is about learning how to blend in, and the cost of doing so. It captures the effort of watching, copying, smoothing edges, and performing calm in order to be accepted - all while slowly losing touch with one’s authentic self.
The song doesn’t accuse or dramatise; instead, it quietly asks what happens when the mask comes down. The final question lingers: if the performance stops, will what remains still be welcome?
[Verse 1]
I learn the shape of every room,
the pauses, laughter, when to move.
I borrow smiles, I smooth the seams,
I wear the calm you want to see.
[Pre-Chorus]
You say I fit, you say I’m fine,
you never see the cost inside.
[Chorus 1]
This is the mask you recognise,
steady voice and practiced eyes.
All the edges filed away,
so I can make it through the day.
This is the mask you think is me.
[Verse 2]
I count the nods, I match the tone,
never letting drift be shown.
By the time the night is done,
I don’t know where my self has gone.
[Chorus 2 – Subtle Shift]
This is the mask you recognise,
steady voice and practiced eyes.
Every silence carefully played,
just to keep the peace I made.
This is the mask you think is me.
[Bridge – Harsh]
I hold it up until I shake.
I’m so tired of the role I play.
[Outro – Clean, Exposed]
If I let it fall tonight,
would you stay
for what’s inside?Orbit explores cycles of intense focus and sudden drift - falling deeply into interests, projects, or passions, only to be pulled away by the next bright idea. What looks like inconsistency from the outside feels like movement and discovery from within.
Rather than condemning this pattern, the song reframes it as a valid way of creating and learning. Every orbit leaves a mark, every interest contributes something, and the path only makes sense when viewed as a whole.
[Verse 1]
I light a spark and call it mine,
draw the map, redraw the line.
Every plan feels bright and true,
until another pulls me through.
[Chorus – Clean]
I fall around another sun,
burning bright, then coming undone.
I don’t mean to let it go,
new horizons start to glow.
[Verse 2]
Boxes fill with half-made days,
notes and wires, unfinished shapes.
You see waste, you see delay,
I see paths that led my way.
[Chorus – Subtle Shift]
I fall around another sun,
burning bright, then coming undone.
Every ending feels unkind,
until the next light takes my mind.
[Chant – Harsh]
Round and round, I drift and dive.
Never still, but still alive.
[Final Chorus – Reframe / Acceptance]
I fall around another sun,
this is how my work gets done.
All these lights I’ve touched and known
are the pattern of my own.
[Outro – Clean]
I don’t stay,
I still belong.Switch focuses on inertia - the invisible struggle of starting, stopping, and transitioning between tasks. Even simple actions can feel impossibly heavy, as if caught between gears that refuse to turn.
The song treats this not as laziness or lack of will, but as a state of being stuck that requires patience. Progress is redefined in inches rather than leaps, and movement - however small - is recognised as real.
[Verse 1]
The screen still holds me in its glow,
time keeps moving, I stay slow.
Every message calls my name,
but my body won’t engage.
[Chorus 1]
I get stuck between the gears,
motion freezes, pressure builds.
One thing ends, the next won’t start,
everything pulls at my heart.
I’m not broken, just held still.
[Verse 2]
Coffee cools beside my chair,
sun goes down without a care.
Every list is almost done,
yet I haven’t really begun.
[Chorus 2 – Subtle Shift]
I get stuck between the gears,
motion freezes, pressure builds.
One thing ends, the next won’t start,
everything pulls at my heart.
I’m still trying, standing still.
[Bridge – Harsh]
Push and pull, I lock in place.
Simple moves feel miles away.
[Final Chorus – Reframe]
I get stuck between the gears,
but I’m learning how to yield.
One small step is still a start,
even frozen, I have heart.
I move slow, but I’m still real.
[Outro – Clean]
One inch forward
counts as motion.Script dives into the habit of rehearsing conversations long before they happen. Every word, reaction, and outcome is planned in advance, yet when the moment arrives, it rarely unfolds as imagined.
The song captures the exhaustion of constant preparation and the quiet grief of unspoken thoughts. By the end, Script suggests that silence doesn’t erase intent - some feelings exist even when they’re never fully voiced.
[Intro – Sung]
I’ve played this moment in my head,
every word before it’s said.
I walk toward you knowing how
it could all go wrong right now.
[Verse 1]
I plan the joke, I plan the smile,
I test the tone a little while.
I hear your voice, I see your face,
I time my breath, I set the pace.
[Chorus 1]
I write the words before you speak,
I chase the moment I can’t keep.
By the time I’m ready to begin,
the chance has passed, you’ve moved again.
I write the words before you speak.
[Verse 2]
One pause from you, I change the line,
rewrite the truth a hundred times.
I wait for signs I never get,
afraid of what I might regret.
[Chorus 2 – Subtle Shift]
I write the words before you speak,
I chase the moment I can’t keep.
Every ending feels so clear,
until the moment isn’t here.
I write the words before you speak.
[Bridge – Harsh]
Every version, every take,
I freeze the second I should break.
[Final Chorus – Reframe]
I write the words before you speak,
but maybe silence isn’t weak.
If I don’t say it when I should,
it doesn’t mean I never would.
I write the words before you speak.
[Outro – Sung]
Some thoughts just live
inside of me.Scatter describes a mind that moves in many directions at once. Thoughts branch rapidly, connections multiply, and simple questions expand into complex internal maps.
While this can appear unfocused from the outside, the song reframes it as a different kind of awareness - one that sees links others miss. Scattering isn’t drifting aimlessly; it’s navigating a landscape with many paths.
[Verse 1]
I start a thought, then lose the start,
another jumps ahead of it.
I reach for one and catch two more,
my focus splits before it fits.
[Hook 1]
My mind runs wide, it doesn’t stay,
it jumps ahead and drifts away.
You ask for one straight simple line,
I bring you ten at the same time.
My mind runs wide, it doesn’t stay.
[Verse 2]
You want the answer clean and short,
I see the links you didn’t ask.
Every thought connects to more,
I lose the point inside the task.
[Hook 2 – Subtle Shift]
My mind runs wide, it doesn’t stay,
it pulls me sideways on the way.
I try to land, I overflow,
with more than one thing I should know.
My mind runs wide, it doesn’t stay.
[Harsh Burst]
Too many threads, no place to land.
I lose the point inside my hands.
[Final Hook – Reframe]
My mind runs wide, it doesn’t stay,
but this is how I find my way.
All these thoughts that overlap
are how my mind fills in the map.
My mind runs wide, it doesn’t stay.
[Outro]
I don’t drift,
I branch.Thrum is about internal restlessness - the constant low-level vibration that never fully stops. Movement becomes a way to regulate, to stay grounded, to remain present.
The song gently asserts that these motions aren’t nervous habits to suppress, but tools for balance. What looks like instability is, in fact, how steadiness is maintained.
[Verse 1]
There’s a buzz that never stops,
even when the room goes calm.
When the world goes quiet still,
my body keeps its own alarm.
[Chorus 1]
There’s a thrum I feel inside,
I have to move to stay aligned.
If I rock or tap or sway,
that’s how I keep the noise away.
There’s a thrum I feel inside.
[Verse 2]
You see shaking, you see stress,
I feel balance settling in.
Small movements hold me here,
keep me steady, keep me in.
[Chorus 2 – Subtle Shift]
There’s a thrum I feel inside,
it pulls me back when I divide.
If I move, my breathing clears,
the panic loosens, fades from here.
There’s a thrum I feel inside.
[Bridge – Harsh]
Don’t tell me to be still.
Still is where I lose my grip.
[Final Chorus – Reframe]
There’s a thrum I feel inside,
not a flaw I need to hide.
Every motion is a key,
this is how I stay with me.
There’s a thrum I feel inside.
[Outro]
I don’t fidget.
I regulate.Echoes explores emotional memory - how old hurts can resurface in the present without warning. A small sigh, a shifted tone, or a missed word can trigger reactions tied to experiences long past.
Rather than denying these echoes, the song names them, creating distance between memory and reality. The power comes not from erasing the past, but from recognising that it no longer gets to decide the present.
[Verse 1]
Your quiet sigh cuts through the room,
it pulls me back to something old.
One small shift in your voice
feels heavier than it should.
[Chorus 1]
These are echoes, not today,
old reactions finding me.
I know the moment isn’t then,
but my body disagrees.
These are echoes, not today.
[Verse 2]
One missed word, one changed reply,
and my chest starts closing in.
You move on like nothing’s wrong,
I relive what’s been.
[Chorus 2 – Subtle Shift]
These are echoes, not today,
old recordings in my head.
I hear them loud, I feel them real,
even when they’re long since dead.
These are echoes, not today.
[Bridge – Harsh]
Every scar still knows my name.
Every tone feels like blame.
[Final Chorus – Reframe]
These are echoes, not today,
they don’t get to lead my way.
I can name them, let them fade,
they’re not proof of who I am.
These are echoes, not today.
[Outro]
I’m still here.
I’m still safe.Align is the album’s point of arrival. It reflects on years spent hiding, adjusting, and trying to fit into shapes that never quite worked - and the relief of finally finding spaces where nothing needs to be forced.
The song affirms that wholeness doesn’t come from fixing oneself, but from understanding and acceptance. Alignment happens when difference is no longer treated as a flaw.
[Verse 1]
I spent years in borrowed skin,
trying hard to fold me in.
Measured worth by how I hid,
called it growing when I did.
[Chorus 1]
Now the pieces start to align,
what I feared was always mine.
All the traits I tried to erase
finally fall into their place.
Now the pieces start to align.
[Verse 2]
Found my people in the grey,
talking fire in our own way.
No one asking me to bend,
I can breathe and just exist.
[Chorus 2 – Subtle Shift]
Now the pieces start to align,
every difference makes a line.
All the edges I contained
draw the shape of who I am.
Now the pieces start to align.
[Bridge – Harsh]
I was never built to break.
I was never a mistake.
[Final Chorus – Resolution]
Now the pieces start to align,
I don’t need to redefine.
I’m not fixed and I’m not wrong,
I’m just where I belong.
Now the pieces start to align.
[Outro]
I stop running.
I arrive.Bonus Tracks
BonusCompass is a quiet expression of devotion - love shown not through grand declarations, but through presence, consistency, and guidance. When words fail or fog takes over, the other person becomes a point of reference: something steady that prevents drifting or losing direction.
The song honours a form of love that may look understated, but is deeply rooted. It suggests that showing up, staying near, and always returning can carry just as much meaning as saying the right words.
[Verse 1]
I lose my way inside the haze,
thoughts move soft but never straight.
Words fall short before they land,
feelings stay inside my hands.
[Chorus 1]
You are my compass in the fog,
when I don’t know where I am.
I don’t say it like the rest,
but I follow where you stand.
You are my compass in the fog.
[Verse 2]
I miss the moment, miss the cue,
say it late or say it wrong.
But I learn the shape of you,
and I hold it all along.
[Chorus 2 – Subtle Shift]
You are my compass in the fog,
when the noise pulls hard and fast.
I don’t shine with easy words,
but I know which way will last.
You are my compass in the fog.
[Bridge – Soft]
Even quiet, even still,
my direction bends to you.
[Final Chorus – Acceptance]
You are my compass in the fog,
keeping north when I can’t see.
I don’t love the simple way,
but you always lead me home.
You are my compass in the fog.
[Outro]
I don’t drift.
I return.Stim is a lullaby of self-soothing. It portrays small, repetitive actions not as distractions, but as comfort - a way of calming the body and easing the mind toward rest.
The song is inward-facing and gentle, offering permission to find peace in familiar rhythms. It closes the album’s emotional arc by turning care inward, reminding the listener that safety can be self-created, one quiet motion at a time.
[Verse 1]
Rocking slow in fading light,
fingers trace the edge of night.
Breathing in, then letting go,
finding rhythm soft and low.
[Chorus 1]
It’s alright to move like this,
small repeats I don’t resist.
Every motion pulls me through,
back to quiet, back to you.
It’s alright to move like this.
[Verse 2]
Humming under steady breath,
counting beats I haven’t left.
World grows distant, edges blur,
safe inside the familiar.
[Chorus 2 – Subtle Shift]
It’s alright to move like this,
nothing here I need to fix.
Gentle patterns, known and slow,
carry me where I can rest.
It’s alright to move like this.
[Bridge – Whispered / Soft]
Stay with me.
Stay soft.
[Final Chorus – Drift]
It’s alright to move like this,
letting sleep come as it is.
Every sway and every sound
lays me gently on the ground.
It’s alright to move like this.
[Outro]
I am calm.
I am here.