Verse:
Something in the mind,
No space, no time.
Sex, drugs, but all are blind,
Leaving nothing but death behind.
Crusty visions of the ones we love
Dying on the clouds above.
Chorus:
Who gives a fuck what we love,
'Cause you can't save a wingless dove.
Taking time next to you.
Wasting time, nothing to do.
Stuck to the wall huffing glue,
Death wraps its hands around you.
Around you.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
Online) - Published: July 18th, 2025 09:35
- Comment from author about the poem: It’s time for some more Freaky Friday Frolics. This is Part 3 in an ongoing series titled The Birth of Tristan Robert Lange. Written circa 1995, when I was only 17 years old and recorded much later, this song comes from a place of unraveling. It’s about overthinking, about the chaos that simmers just beneath the surface, and about the noise no one else can hear but you. “Something in the Mind” is the first official single from TragicLife on Bandcamp (https://tragiclife.bandcamp.com/track/something-in-the-mind) and is soon to be released on an EP. May it haunt you kindly. You can also check me out on most major streaming services.
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