Eyelid Kid

by Inspired and the Sleep

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released October 27, 2015

All Songs written and arranged by Max Greenhalgh
in addition to Vocals, Bass, Keys, Percussion, & Noise
Guitar & Keys- Bryce Outcault
Drums on 'In My Labyrinth Mind'- David Mead
Drums on all songs beside 'In My Labyrinth Mind'- Zachary Elliott
Saxophone- Ryan Linvill
Backup Vocals on 'Time Travel'- Sarah De La Isla

Cover art photography courtesy of Kelsey Moore
Cover art graphic design by Foster Stevenson

Mastered by Dan De La Isla
Engineered and Mixed by Andrew Walsh

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Track Name: In My Labyrinth Mind
Treat you like a doll. Brought out to play husband and wife.Make up and all. Bright plastic scenes compose our life. And when I've had enough. I'll discard the toys back in the box. It's all just child stuff. Cause real life's the chime of ticking clocks. Stay if you want to. Can't help the things I put you through. In my labyrinth mind. Free within the cage. No bars can hold whats in the mind. Actor on a stage. Stick to the script and say your lines. I'll keep you guessing. Which way leads to an exit out. I'm just accepting. These walls are built with my own doubt. Stay if you want to. Can't help the things I put you through. In my labyrinth mind. And I've done it once before. My love will become a chore. I'll cause our molasses drip demise. As these tunnels precede to wind. In my labyrinth mind. Stay if you want to. Can't help the things I put you through. In my labyrinth mind.
Track Name: Time Travel
Holding onto cold caves. The world hollowed. Folding those warm sheets. Such a night to follow. These girls lack flavor. Such tasteless pastries. And I've spoiled my tastebuds. With the richest of sweets. For every second you stole. I'd always cough up the toll. Now lie with me for a while. We'll time travel. For every vessel, a soul. A fire to fend from the cold. Now lie with me for a while. We'll time travel. A good nights sleep. And a warm cup of coffee. I'll conquer the world. Just try and stop me. A love that resides. In a different city. I know that she's gone. But the memories with me. For every second you stole. I'd always cough up the toll. Now lie with me for a while. We'll time travel. I'll nestle up to your wool. Forget the fear to be old. Now lie with me for a while. We'll time travel. I'll type the novel. Your happiness gave me. This empire will topple. The royal family.
Track Name: Sleeps Well On Knives
Grey swollen haze. Snuffs out every hint of light. Blankets on days. Have always tend to blind my sight. Never had the might. To feel like I'm above the disease. He sleeps well on knives. A comfort in the need to bleed. The dial ticks to the right. And endlessly precedes to wind. As day turns to night. The mind has no belief in time. It's composed of mist. In how it seems to lack substance. But how could love exist. In the barriers of increments. So I'm giving up on giving up. Always trying to cover a hole in my soul. That's always been full.
Track Name: Hen Wings
The world's warmth in the grace of your mother's belly. Expectancies of life, but there's now way of telling. Oh to adapt as my own living organism. Communicate through words of what-have-yous and isms. Keep me in the womb if the sun burns. Underneath the softest of hen wings, you never learn. As I expect this fabricated love to fade. You'll weave my threaded mind through the knots of your braid. When winter comes and this dead still lake freezes over. I'll need your bodies heat even that much closer. Keep me in the womb if the sun burns. Underneath the softest of hen wings, you never learn. Unconditional blankets. Like a mothers embrace. A perpendicular tear falls. Off the brightest of faces. Keep me in the womb if the sun burns. Underneath the softest of hen wings, you never learn.
Track Name: Peripherals
This conversation I have in my head. Perpetually spins till the day that I'm dead. You can never escape the words as they fall. An endless display that means nothing at all. So caught up with all that's in. Front of us even though. None of it is real. Factual constraints of time and space. A mirror you made to stare at a face. Now there's never enough time on your hands. Watch as it slips from a warm pile of sand. So caught up with all that's in. Front of us even though. None of it is real.
Track Name: Die Slow
Our hips attached by a firm glue. Fondest memories of what you put me through. We sat together at every recess. We'd trade our lunches cause, I liked your sandwiches best. Die slow die slow. Love you too much to let you live. Let go let go. I wouldn't ever dare to let you in. And we'd imagine, ourselves as warriors.
Plastic weapons a battle axe and sword. The terms of battle in our child play. To never tattle on any word you'd say. And then one day we separated. You felt the cool tip of my unforgiving blade. Retribution for all the smiles. You'd shine my way every once in a while. Die slow die slow. Love you too much to let you live. Let go let go. I wouldn't ever dare to let you in.