© 2026 Exidious — Lyrics, composition, vocals ────────────────────────────────── This song is my older self-reflecting on what I did as a younger self, All the things I ended up getting involved with and eventually got out of, But it left permanent markers on me, that I still to this day, struggle with. ────────────────────────────────── It's September, and I remember, All of the back doors, I prepared, And packed for, nineteen ninety-four, I feel that, knife, slice through, Same old wound, from years, before, Suddenly, it's ninety-four.. (Straight back... to ninety-four) I feel strong lights, almost like sunlight, It's all turning calm now, compartmentalize, Keep breathing, don't give in, to the feeling, Stay up, don't drop, pulse is quicker, blood pumping, My breath froze, chest closed, head spinning, One more step, no rest, just keep living, Hands hit, cold ground, drag forward, don't stop, Blood on my clothes, not sure, how much, I lost, Can't get up, so I crawl.. crawl, towards the back, One more door, just, just, make it, back Pull back, redact, back to, ninety-four... Feel, my feet, running through The street, no more deep, sleep, Wake up, feeling, incomplete, Gritting my teeth, sleep stolen, by a thief, memories hit deep, As they creep, underneath, My reprieve, this is what, Ninety-four, took from, me.. Now, now, you become, a dope-slinging robber, Barely old enough, to know different, Sittin' on the throne, my own phone, In my own time zone, thought I fucking owned it, My own choices, didn't know what they'd cost yet, I knew the streets, I knew who was in it, You try and scramble, feel your, brain swell, Rain coming down, somewhere, near the the rails Everything spinning, slipping out, of detail Pieces go missin', memory turns dizzyin' Money disappeared, but something held, it meld, onto, my, Remorse, (remorse, remorse) Pull back, redact, back to, ninety-four... Feel, my feet, running through The street, no more deep, sleep, Wake up, feeling, incomplete, Gritting my teeth, sleep stolen, by a thief, memories hit deep, As they creep, underneath, My reprieve, this is what, Ninety-four, took from, me I feel roughed up, I puffed up, shuffled, my way out the, back door, Can't stand up, feel the concrete, On my hands, face down in the street Siren getting, louder, force my eyes, open wide, I have to stay, alive, can't close them, this time, Blood still, on my clothes, that siren, fucking blaring, Made it out and past, that door, Somehow, I'm still here..... From, ninety-four.... Pull back, redact, back to, ninety-four Feel, my feet, running through The street, no more deep, sleep, Wake up, feeling, incomplete, Gritting my teeth, sleep stolen, by a thief, memories hit deep, As they creep, underneath, My reprieve, this is what, Ninety-four, took from, me.. Ninety-four.. Ya... Ninety-four Still here... Ninety-four... Ninety-four...
