Steph Something

HUMANS

Can't Hear Them Anymore by Steph Something

HUMANS

Steph Something - Guitars, Vox, Mix, Master

Julian Knight - Drums

Marc - Bass

Cover of Broken Social Scene's Sweetest Kill

HUMANS - Steph Something, Matt Kaprelian, Mitch Brody, and Alex Zulaika

Lyrics:

Heavy is the head

Full of lead

Rancid is the spit

Made of shit

Want what you want

And you want it now

Well you can and you will

Get it somehow

Shaky are the hands

Reaching for a fifth

Lone is the heart

When you're the only one who can fit in it

Want what you want

And you want it now

Well you can and you will

Get it somehow

But ain't no cheat for free

There ain't no cheat for free

No cheat ever comes free

There ain't ever no cheat that's free

Want what you want

And you want it now

Oh well you can and you will

Get it somehow

But baby I hope you realize

That there ain't no shortcut

No cheat that ever comes free

No darling, you'll pay dearly

Steph Something - Guitars

Matt Kaprelian - Bass

Pierre Denissen - Drums

HUMANS -

SS - Lyrics, Melody, Vocals

Matt Kaprelian - Bass

Mitch Brody - Composition, Guitar, Mix/Master

Lyrics:

Fingers in mouths and unknown parts

Sliding through jaws, portals, places upon various surfaces of one another

In the black room, we feel the four walls

We see nothing and we vaguely recall having any recollection at all

So we search every inch of the other

Sorta similar, but certainly not the same

So feverishly we seek

Go in, go out, go in between

Atop, underneath, pressed tightly

Slipping, sliding, fitting like we are being kneaded by

The darkness in which we exist

We know we are missing something

And we know they are upon us when the walls move

And the bright lights only let our eyes see what truth we exist in

Black and black, never a surprise

Only an audience of some unknown size

Watching, smelling, listening to nothing

Anything, move about or stay frozen

No matter the omittance of any reason

But then the painter, he places objects

Of impossible properties behind the eyelids

With crafted and ordered words

The noises our teeth and tongues create

They place spectacular ideas in the sockets behind our eyes

But it's not enough to satiate the need

The animal cannot be destroyed so easily

It's not enough

But back in the dark

We remember

Exactly what to do

The Feeling Of Being by Steph Something

Lyrics:

I guess I think it best to never talk about

The ways I'm going to improve myself

It's okay to let me down

But it's not okay

For me to let you down

So it may seem I'm treading

To my exhaustion and eventually my death

Oh it's never what it seems

I need you to

Know it's never what it seems

I don't ever want to be the one

You see flailing around

The one you've got to jump in for

The one you drag up on the beach

The one who's gone so far

That I'm out of reach

I guess I think it best

To never let you see my eyes

When they are welling up with tears

Oh it's okay for me to be down

But it is not okay

To bring you down with me

And I don't ever want to be the one

You see walking in the rain

The one you've got to go out of your way for

The one who gets mud on your floorboards

The one who's going too far

The one pulling on your heart