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In Between

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1.
In Between 03:32
Going high is suicide and getting low’s a low life. I’ll start a strife, admit I might choose the latter. But no normal please. Tie a knife to a string then make me bite it free. I ain’t cutting my way through these things. Can’t pick me up because I’ve not fallen. Cut me down quick cut me down. Don’t look around because now you’re stalling. Am I not high enough to you? I’m in plain view but seen right through. I know I have enough but I’m restless. Close to obsessive. I’ve forgotten how it feels to be weightless. I hate just this paycheck as a common makeshift happiness everyone seems to live with. Pressured by discontentment. All I have is resentment. Give me less permanence from this lifeless body slowly wasting away. A lifeless body that can only breathe. Can’t pick me up because I’ve not fallen. Cut me down quick cut me down. Don’t look around because now you’re stalling. Am I not high enough to you? I’m in plain view but seen right through. A painless life can be deadly. A comfortable living is misleading. Footsteps, they lead me, in circles to protect me but this painless life can be numbing. It’s unbearable living in between. If failure was an option, I’d take it to escape routine. Can’t pick me up because I’ve not fallen. Cut me down quick cut me down. Don’t look around because now you’re stalling. Am I not high enough to you? I’m in plain view but seen right through.
2.
Sunlight 02:27
In my room at home sometimes I can’t help but feel alone. There’s a darkness no one knows but I have a light I choose to show. The fight goes on, relentless creature. The light goes on to see its features, in my room alone. Dark is all around me. Scared that it will drown me. If I’m not careful. Flood the room with sunlight, tell me that it’s alright. Drown out that black night. Alone in the silence but thoughts create the violence. A twisted self-reliance, keep my thoughts light in self-defiance. A war of the mind, a battle of the head, hold my white flag high, call a truce before I’m dead. Alone in the silence. Dark is all around me. Scared that it will drown me. If I’m not careful. Flood the room with sunlight, tell me that it’s alright. Drown out that black night.
3.
Caught 04:08
Lately I feel like I haven’t been myself, but keep it to myself. Supposed somebody bought on top a shelf, like everybody else. Predestined for a life unsure, facing towards closed but unlocked doors. Do I need something more? Or maybe I’m just bored. I could sit back, relax, enjoy my time. Wasting time. Make some plans, cancel them to clear my mind. But I sink too deep I get caught inside. Overthinking’s, mental bleeding, need a reason haven’t found one yet. For why I need something more, or maybe I’m just bored. Lately I feel like I haven’t been myself, I need something more. Lately I feel like I haven’t been myself, maybe I’m just bored. Lately I feel like I haven’t been myself, I need something more. Lately I feel like I haven’t been myself, maybe I’m just bored. Far from okay but okay I swear. I could say the right things but I don’t care. I choose human over animal life that’s fair, I always pick truth in truth or dare. When you stand for everything the truth is shocking, you can still breath even when you’re coughing. Hands full of sand yet some are still dropping, want me to move forward? Odds are I’m stopping. I like excuses, hidden bruises on your neck from failed nooses. Composure, don’t lose it silly I thought you knew this. Sit on your couch and smoke your weed, unless you’re naturally talented you’ll probably be a low-life, dull-knife, useless utensil, fork in the road, probably mental. Hidden in morse code, dash to conclusions, dots on your dress code you live in pollution. Give me a second to reload, cock it back and let the rooster crow. It’s morning again and we know you escaped last night’s episode, just shows simple miracles can happen but not a lot. We grow up too fast until one day we’re caught. It’s morning again and we know you escaped last night’s episode, just shows simple miracles can happen but not a lot. We grow up too fast until one day we’re – lately I feel like I haven’t been myself – It’s morning again and we know you escaped last night’s episode, just shows simple miracles can happen but not a lot. We grow up too fast until one day we’re caught.
4.
Nights Awake 03:20
What am I supposed to do about all these things coming after me? It’s time stealers and drug dealers, can’t I just get a moments peace? How am I supposed to break the news that my life’s turned to a catastrophe? But I stay grinning while my souls thinning, you get used to the nights awake, you get used to the nights awake. I don’t know where to go from here. I’m spread across the pavement. Far from home I’m living out of fear. I barely know my neighbors. It’s evident I need some time alone so please take me off your telephone, I’m setting myself free. I’ll keep on grinning, keep on writing, living at a distance. Thinning out what’s been weighing me down, but I found what’s missing, what’s been hidden. My intuition’s kicking in again, recently it’s been slipping. But now I’m switching how I used to think. I’ve found a different way to operate, an indifference to other’s opinions. It turns out my life is my own and I own it with pride and I don’t need a phone to tell me who or what, when, where, why I need to change. How could I change? I don’t know where to go from here. I’m spread across the pavement. Far from home I’m living out of fear. I barely know my neighbors. It’s evident I need some time alone so please take me off your telephone, I’m setting myself. Free from the need to always be seen we’re double-tapped, scrolled past, on a feed feeding us like nicotine. Look at you, look at me, we’re everything we dreamt to be or so it seems but this ain’t me. This ain’t me.
5.
Growing Up 02:13
It’s days like today I feel alone, surrounded by people I don’t know. And they stare, and they glare and it bothers me. I’m unequipped with the gift of self-belief. I swear they all look at me in a way, diligently try to put me in my place. Like hello son, are you lost why don’t you go home? It brings me fear, should I be here, where do I belong? It’s all a part of growing up. I don’t get much sleep these days, stuck in a masquerade to portray a false identity of me. Time keeps slipping from my fingertips, late for that and late for this. I’ll miss you tonight but hey it’ll be alright. Apathy eats me alive, I’m the pilot of this plane and I begin to nosedive, do I eject or just let it crash into the sea? Don’t have long, better choose carefully before it’s the end of me. I don’t get much sleep these days, stuck in a masquerade to portray a false identity of me. Time keeps slipping from my fingertips, late for that and late for this. I miss you tonight but hey it’ll be alright, it’ll be alright, it’ll be alright, it’ll be alright, oh I know it’ll be alright, it’ll be alright.
6.
I know I’m being watched by the men behind black screens. They see my every move like an actor on TV. And although I’m seeing green, it doesn’t really mean that I’m happy. In fact I know I’m getting sappy. Want you to know that I was happier back then when green was just a color. Not a broken machine, an overwhelming regime. Prismatic and erratic my thoughts they flow. Numeric and generic my thoughts they don’t. Give me the world in all it’s hues. Need more than green to see me through. Take a hammer to the screens and cut down the doors. Don’t let the men find what they’re looking for. They’ll take your soul and sell it. Define you as a zealot. A wild man without a plan to die with all his things. But still, you might think that I’m insane. A man without a brain to guide him but when deep inside he knows, he can take back what they sold. Claim his heart of gold. Prismatic and erratic my thoughts they flow. Numeric and generic my thoughts they don’t. Give me the world in all it’s hues. Need more than green to see me through. Redefine my colorblind mind. Give me the world in all it’s hues. Need more than green to see me through.
7.
Welcome Mat 05:12
This dark apartment I called home is filled with ghouls that chill my bones. They laugh and taunt and ask me why a once strong heart became so shy. My hands are fumbling in the dark for a bright idea to light a spark. But all they do is fold and pray that I make a getaway. I will run and hide from the one-bedroom apartment, slowly close the blinds. A welcome mat I’d rather leave behind as a glimpse of hope for the next soul trapped inside. My skin is melting as we speak, an empty shell harboring heat. Reminding me of wasted time, my dripping bones attempt to climb out of the prison in my head. Rather the prison of my bed, inside this dratted home of mine, my dripping bones attempt to climb. I will run and hide from the one-bedroom apartment, slowly close the blinds. A welcome mat I’d rather leave behind as a glimpse of hope for the next soul trapped inside. Run and hide. I will run and hide from the one-bedroom apartment, slowly close the blinds. A welcome mat I’d rather leave behind as a glimpse of hope for the next soul trapped inside.
8.
Why should I have to explain myself to anyone when my heart pumps drunken blood. Living fast. Waking up slow. I think it’s for the best to confess my lust for a life less innocent. Why should I have to compromise the temptations inside. My overwhelming demise. Turn the page but these words may never have meaning to a man who knows his story’s end. I’m a man who lost his way or found his destiny too late. Pray for me to any god you please like a bet on roulette for my eternity, the odds are against me. Put it all on black but I have no money. It’s hard to say, but I think I just may have flipped a switch in the part of my brain that used to give a damn. I’ll confess my lust for a life less innocent. I’m a man who lost his way or found his destiny too late. Underneath it all I’m afraid of what’s to come if I don’t change. It’s not too late to wait for patience to mend my faith for me, before I compromise my faith for fate, lose face, selfishly.

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released March 21, 2020

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glass cases Denver, Colorado

glass cases brings a whole new energy to the pop/synth-rock genre. the acrobatic vocals of bassist alex van keulen are paired with the spoken word stylings of austin seifert, bouncing between ukulele & piano, giving the group an attention-grabbing sound underpinned by the dynamic rhythms of drummer cameron greene.
the trio has been making their presence heard in their native state of colorado.
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