Contingence

Contingence

By Jesse TalbotMusic
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Contingence episodes

  • Guts
    Lyrics:
    Damage control, under a guise of rest.
    I pay the toll just to sit on the bridge when I should invest.
    A metronome of broken clocks perpetuates this paradox.
    I could be trying my best to die, but I've been dying to try my best.
    What good is competence without confidence?
    (Knowledge of solutions without execution.)
    I guess I thought I had the guts; I thought I had the fucking guts.
    2 min
  • Progress
    Progressive slamming post-jazzcore.
    Lyrics:
    I'm guilty; I chewed up the hands that fed,
    ran on empty, and spent my best years in bed.
    Forgive me for leaving myself for dead
    when you let me survive in that beautiful head.
    Have I dishonored my potential?
    When did waiting patiently progress into complacency?
    2 min
  • Endophile
    Felt obliged to put up a track with vocals and harmonics.
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    Sober and safe;
    wasting away with the essence of change
    [and no one to blame].
    Spiders seek shelter from rain,
    weaving reminders;
    leaving behind them the homes that they've made.
    Every day, I concede;
    I am riddled with wonder.
    Always feel, never feed
    the insatiable hunger
    that keeps me awake
    when I'm desperate for slumber.
    Just watching the lightning
    and waiting for thunder.
    2 min

About Contingence

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A brutal and melodic blend of post-hardcore, death metal, and punk rock. Everything here is written, recorded, and mixed by Contingence.