A Perfect Component In An Imperfect Machine

Recorded live at 2am. The Kitchen Sink hasn't played any music in months. Coming back to it after a long break discovered a newfound sense of maturity in the style of music we're now producing. lyrically, and musically I'm at a point where these things are more and more becoming a necessity to survive. Heres the lyrics below:

you move your lips to music you don't understand

you hold your head up high inside an empty hand

this is how you sleep at night

you took a lifetime of losing

scored a symphony of regret

the soft sound of failure, so soothing

your own underrated duet

if you put up enough walls you'll build it

a house with no windows or doors

and although the sunlight wont fill it

you'll still have a home to call yours

this is how you sleep at night

you're a perfect component

in an otherwise imperfect machine

and although you don't show it

the thought of success is frightening