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Vanishing Gray

by ISOLATOR

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Alonsini an awesome callback to the mid 2000s with a bonus cherry on top is the breaking benjamin-esque backing vocals. wicked🤘 Favorite track: Buried.
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1.
Solace 03:34
Isolate Solace; your veil is falling fast. Separate impurities. Try to rescue; I'll stand right here. Silhouettes set in stone. Detesting signs of certainty, fools seek what should have been. Shadows drifting through naivety, gleaming the end! Draw upon your ghosted emotions, still born to tithe you over. Our scales fixed in favor, like you, they’re broken. I hope silence was worth it. We are not the same. Don't look back at me; your eyes know you feign. This design can't seem to salvage what little it was destined to hope for. Motion fades before the sins pass; time shifts, lest idols call. Deep down, we know another will save us, But this witness slowly starts to stall. Believe the end is nigh! Bring back my feelings meant to lie. Believe the end, divine! Show me the life I left behind. Believe there's truth alive! Show me the dream you'll never find. Leave it all behind; blame those guilty enough to disguise. Struggle wicks out the purest of hearts. Show them resolve after drifting apart! I hope silence was worth it. We are not the same. This can't be what you wanted. This was all for nothing; vanishing gray. All for none.
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Flesh from my bones, Cast the first stone. I'm torn, my head is scattered. Worlds clash, Hope is shattered! The days, like clockwork, No confidence in time. Erase every second, And with it, a third of your life. Overjoyed, in summation, There goes the light of day. Did you pass examination? Everyone is waiting to see where they stand. Where do you stand? Are you who you wanted to be? Covered in fog, A lost boy, a stray dog. Flowers for repentance, Your path will cease to turn. What was once for roses, Is now your broken urn. A cold soul once burned, The flame pissed out by rain. A piece to the puzzle, My numb fingers, they serve a purpose. It’s not the grand design, All in good time. Be still, my soul. Your father's rage, Bestowed upon you, only you to blame. An ugly superstition, Coming to fruition. Bring me back to the golden age, When I had written nothing on the page. Listen to me! When every last tree on this withered planet, Has rotted to the core. And every last leaf on the shaking branches, Has fallen to the floor. Everyone you know will exist no longer, To the dust from which you came. Make peace, I implore you. One down, a lifetime to go.
3.
Cold One 04:20
This heart lays dormant, in a reservoir, Constructed by my misfortunes The seeds of growth, drenched in disbelief Serenity - wash over these wounds. Pierce inspiration, through my lungs! Allow me, to breathe -- Be the anchor in the storm Find yourself through suffering HOLD FAST, BE STRONG You are not alone Leave behind a legacy A footprint For those to follow When there’s no hope for tomorrow -- Immerse yourself In the present Don't worry about where the time went Just make sure every second is well worth spent -- Even if the world tries to bring you down Don't ever let them get the best of you For all it's worth, life is worth living Despite the cards you've been given -- The world Wants you to blend in They want to manipulate Your thoughts, and your beliefs But my friends, don't be afraid I said, Don't be afraid, be yourself -- Don't be, afraid, Be yourself -- I’ll leave all of my questions behind (I left all my questions) To focus on here and now (Now) Reassure, and tell me it's alright (Tell me it's alright) Cause I can't see through starry eyes -- Window to my Soul
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Recluse 03:13
Decomposing sanity, redlining, Forward into reality, no signs, no warnings. Social distortion, vexation of my spirit. Reclusive state of mind, tunnel vision impairing judgement. Obscuring self-esteem, condemned to unstable, manic conditions. Self-loathing becomes nourishment. Eradicate, exterminate. Reality is an illusion. Once the euphoria fades, you will come to know the means of mercy, Through death's cold embrace. From my consciousness, this is not despair. Disassociate, disappear. My creed, steadfast. I'm not a lost cause. Whisper through my dreams, when the witching hour approaches. Reassure that it’s all inside my head, That hope is not a dead man's game. My life lays barren in your hands! Desolate this curse of madness; replenish my spirit. Restore balance within me. Restore balance.
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I offer not an answer, but a pair of helping hands. I lack the words to say to you. A shoulder if you need me, I will do what I can, because that's what families do! The initial guiding torch has flickered, but the light it cast, Has continued to illuminate. Our central flame has changed hands of ownership. Now, we look to you to lead the way. We will get through this together! Part of life we can't avoid. Lay your burdens on me and lift your head up high above. I know you’re hurt now, but I lit my candle from the love that kept us warm. You kept us warm! And I will keep on burning until the wick inside concedes, A lit flame in the name of our family. If I must use it to reignite you, I will, because that's what families do! This is an oath by which I swear, Your side will not be vacant, for I’ll be there, (For I’ll be there). Through all your trials, and all the pain. And through these trials, I shall remain.
6.
The Twilight 01:01
Speech excerpt taken from "Duty, Honor, Country" by General Douglas MacArthur, 5/12/62
7.
Buried 04:01
From the depths of silence echoes a voice, Yearning to be heard from a boy who had seemed to have lost it all. Desperation bleeds between the lines, A thousand words a minute for peace of mind. You've never walked in my shoes, So what would you know of the hell I’ve been through? Confide between these walls. The world I used to love, it sinks beneath my feet. Inertia takes hold of my thoughts, rendering me numb. Suppressed and forgotten! My heart, encased in a glass casket, so throw all the stones you want. There is nothing left for you to break. Unsheltered hopes and dreams escape through the windows of possibility, And I am left with the smoldering ash of regret! Shed the deadweight; bury heartache beneath the surface. Shed the deadweight; bury your heartache. From this grave, reduced to ash and bones, Our roots take hold; in the abyss, we all bloom. Life’s journey embarks on a new chapter, as I lay the shell of the man, The man I used to be.
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Backslide 03:59
I see you, don't hide; hear your words, don't lie. Your heart, it bleeds; pulse rates don’t lie. Do you desire trouble? Derived, inspired thoughts? Take one reflective look; is it you? Shirtless, wretched and breathless, I feel just fine. Naked aggression present, stopping on a dime. Picking poison for pain, complementary gain. Reach for the standard when exceptional is gone. My knuckles no longer crack; the minute hand is late. Giver of penance, wipe my slate! A penny in the jar, a good trait unenvied. That which notifies pains my side. That which is empty fills me up inside. Leave you to heal on the cold bathroom floor, Cringing at the notion, beating down the door. Not a day goes by where I don't think about the past, And every day is so much longer than the last. Lift up your head; your time will bide. Don't close your eyes; it's only just a ride. The culmination of your thoughts and actions, Known as the product of your past and present. Sublimination, the cause of infraction. Never satisfied.
9.
Apathy, so much simpler than concern. Don’t let them take you from my arms; my grip will only tighten. My indifference to separation is a means to suppress the feeling of isolation. Only when we come face to face with the power of complacency, Do we truly fathom its impact. It’s ironic, the things we take for granted, How we suffer at the thought of losing them. Filled with regret, I’ll change this; I’ll make up for our lost time. Only so much to find. Send me a window to your world, to see my reflection on the glass. A stranger when I come inside, another phase has come and gone. What is a happy ending? Reality is ongoing. No purpose in lamenting, to exist is to persist! As the clouds subside, and tunnels shine from the other side, (The other side)! I can see the light as it shines through uncertainty. (Uncertainty)! Replace the end with a new beginning. Opening the door to a different setting, I refuse to dwell on ancient history; it’s no longer me. Sympathy, so much better for the soul. Don’t let them take you from my arms; reversal of our roles. Making up for our lost time. Easier every day, waking up and moving on, getting back to my true self. Notified in your dreams, “you know you’re gonna die, right?” Whisper no goodbyes.
10.
Projectile 03:43
Longing for the warmth of home, Our sons and daughters left abandoned, out of sight, and out of mind. You preach of a savior; love thy neighbor, but ignore every cry. Fake messiahs lining their pockets with fool’s gold, No amount of money will be able to buy your way into the promised land. Pay your weight in sins at Hell's gate. With a serpent tongue in one ear, and your delusional ego in the other, You have become the one thing you swore out to smother. They'll leave the streets in body bags; less mouths to feed. Lay waste to those trapped in poverty; justify these crimes with democracy. Rewrite the scriptures, so the law works in your favor. This is the narrative you painted with brush strokes of self-righteousness. Oppress the poor; enslave their pride; herd them like sheep; Arm the fools; watch the death toll rise. This is what humanity has come to, An endless war machine, self-fueled by mankind's greed. You’re not worthy of God's mercy.

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released April 2, 2022

Recorded by Jordan Haynes at Earlygrayce in Louisville, Kentucky
Mastered by Kris Crummett at Interlace Audio in Portland, Oregon
Art & Design by Ben Wyatt

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