Aviator - Head Noise

Spending each day taking steps toward a world built anew. Forlorn attempts to find a place without a single trace of you. Some things remain. Something’s still missing. Further down the rabbit hole, turning and twisting. I walk along this road, remains scattered around – some dragged through dirt and mud, some just bones buried in the ground. I’ve walked this very road before, but I wasn’t looking down. If I knew then what I know now I’d have turned the fuck around. Sounds filled with sorrow pushing through every breath. Never thought I’d live to see myself wishing for death. Whether or not I’ve meant it remains to be seen. A year’s worth of memories poisoning every dream.