Uploaded September 2026 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
Released both independently and by Coleiosis Records on September 4, 2026.
coleiosis.bandcamp.com/album/nostalgia
Lyrics:
(Sometimes the past we remember is merely a figment of our imagination)
State of melancholy
Hatred for reality
A reminiscence of a past
Taken for granted yet romanticized
Desperate for an opportunity
To live in it again
A past created by daydreams
That never really existed
Patterns of dissatisfaction
Creation of an ego
Established then, growing now
Never satisfied
Is this reality?
Product of narcissism
Could this be reality?
My collage of distorted memories
Lack of contentment
Deprived of gratitude
Ever-turning inward
Nostalgia is my hell
Forever stuck in my fabricated dream
I have no joy now
I had no joy then
Regardless of what I tell myself
I dwell in this creation of my mind
Like a dream's attempt at mimicry
I never traveled back but merely further inward
The faces mere sculptures
Devoid of humanity
The places mere set-pieces
With crudely painted backdrops
The nostalgic fabrication is a lie
For I choose to live in lies
Ever fleeing inward from reality
Welcome to hell
Credits:
Tyler Johnson - All Instruments & Vocals
Mastered by Cesar Rivera II and Bludgeoned Recordings
Released both independently and by Coleiosis Records on September 4, 2026.
coleiosis.bandcamp.com/album/nostalgia
Lyrics:
(Sometimes the past we remember is merely a figment of our imagination)
State of melancholy
Hatred for reality
A reminiscence of a past
Taken for granted yet romanticized
Desperate for an opportunity
To live in it again
A past created by daydreams
That never really existed
Patterns of dissatisfaction
Creation of an ego
Established then, growing now
Never satisfied
Is this reality?
Product of narcissism
Could this be reality?
My collage of distorted memories
Lack of contentment
Deprived of gratitude
Ever-turning inward
Nostalgia is my hell
Forever stuck in my fabricated dream
I have no joy now
I had no joy then
Regardless of what I tell myself
I dwell in this creation of my mind
Like a dream's attempt at mimicry
I never traveled back but merely further inward
The faces mere sculptures
Devoid of humanity
The places mere set-pieces
With crudely painted backdrops
The nostalgic fabrication is a lie
For I choose to live in lies
Ever fleeing inward from reality
Welcome to hell
Credits:
Tyler Johnson - All Instruments & Vocals
Mastered by Cesar Rivera II and Bludgeoned Recordings










