Is This Even Me? Songtext
von Rymer

Words are sharply thrown
At the doorway, unease
The voice is pure sound
Vacuous breeze

Overshadowed faces by the worship of pain
Fictitious seriousness attracting the mundane
The voice... the voice is pure sound
Instead of playing a role, the role plays your verse

This essence, its uniqueness has been shaping my whole verse
Losing balance, is it sickness? Am I just feeling my way?
My voice, my chords are torn apart
The words I′m breathing out start to taste like ash

Uprisings all across my mind
Collapsing the precious line of time
The only thing that makes it worth it
Worth it


Flowing in and out carved in my skin
Their retinas reflecting
Is this even me?
Myself?
Is this even me?
My real self?

My past seems to be the real me
An even vivider image than this precise moment
It's not your identity

The voice was pure sound
My eyes met no street
Didn′t hear the meanings
Just the terrible sound
The voice was pure sound
My eyes met no street

A soul of pavement
My dreams, my mind solidified
Absurdity, our rise
We are pure change

Absurdity, our grandeur
We are
We are just pure change