He Films The Clouds - Imposter Syndrome (Mourning) [Official Music Video]

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Published on July 17, 2022 7:04:33 PM ● Video Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6c_tEVYvg_s

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(BAND INFORMATION 🎶)
►Artist: He Films The Clouds
►Song: Imposter Syndrome (Mourning)
►Genre: Post-Hardcore
►For Fans Of: Veil of Maya, Spiritbox, The Contortionist
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►Credits:
Engineered/ Mixed/ Mastered by Paul Francis at Get Right Recording
Filmed and edited by Kendall Johns

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Lyrics:
I said
Don’t you get it ?!
I’m not supposed to be here
Airing the product of my agony
I own the prices to Blame
And the want curates the cave

Well, if I spend praises of high focused on what I deserve, can I find some mercy in the remains of what I don’t ?

I should’ve never made it out of that room
The act doesn’t explain
The panic of pause
My mask is poise in voice
Denial secrets
If only I had mattered

If I had really mattered
Then why isn’t this working yet ?!

Collision left undone
My ability to look back
Or understand what it means to meet a present moment

All the gods i reanimate upon my mantle
Were just a waste of crows
Blessing me with remorse

Twisting less from the ground where I was covered
Each breath posed as if to claim another
Teething from the mound where I now hover
My life resounds in waves to claim another one

I saw the image of the mourning note
The I innocence lost and deformed us
Is that not enough ?!