Ill, Orfn

Sick with a song
Sick,
It plays on
A posthumous release
A time traveler's need

I've been repeating myself lately
Over the years
Breaking my own records
Each time more severe

I'll leave it to God
To even the odds
And in time
The tune will fade into a hymn
Blessing me in spite of my sins
Caressing me into a lull
Uniting me with my true kin

Sick with a song
Sick,
It plays long
I am told I will grow
In time I will know

I'll leave it to God
To even the odds
And in time
The tune will fade into a hymn
Blessing me in spite of my sins
Caressing me into a lull
Uniting me with my true kin

But it grows on me
And I know
That in time
The tune will fade into a hymn
Blessing me in spite of my sins
Caressing me into a lull
Uniting me with my true kin

Storms, by Orfn

Here's a shitty demo. I'm pretty sure the singing will get better as I gradually finalize the song.



I have felt with you the fear
that I may die
I was never good at saying
goodbyes
Once I raised my voice
You rolled your eyes
Then I raised my hands
You stood still
You stood still
You stood still
You stay no more

Like on stormy days
We lacked the sunrays
And who's to say who's wrong?
And who's to say at all
what's right?

Time and time again
We'd put up a good strife
I'd come down, you'd forgive
And as it ends, back to our lives
But when it came time again
The truth was bent; you'd lied
We had learned how to bond
Only to break ties

I raised you
Claimed you
Maimed me for you
I tried to
tame you
You left, I stood still
I stood still
I stood still
I stood still

Like on stormy nights
I choose to hide inside
And who's to say who's wrong?
And who's to say at all
what's right?

ill

It's sad how something that can be considered so trivial - a normal part of life, even; something that happened 7 years ago, still affects me to this day.

thoughts

Money isn't a measure of anything but money, itself. It doesn't define the work. It doesn't define a person. Work isn't a great representation of how one is, either. Meticulous work only means the person is delicate in their work ethic.

I don't know what I'm trying to get at...

I guess this is all coming from a wish to disassociate myself from material.

I need to do better work.

thoughts

There's a lot of pain in trying to forget someone, especially when so many questions remain unanswered. Something I'll never get, however, is why people underestimate me. My lifestyle and erratic behavior really don't sum up to all my worth, and when people come to realize that, I've seen how their faces and attitude toward me change.

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If I could go back, would I change things? ... I feel like I am at a better place now. I probably wouldn't even go back.

log

3.27 am

I think I want to be alone.