Never Home

by Kaonashi

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Alex Bugella
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Alex Bugella Theres really nothing better when it comes to expressing angst and anxiety long after high school. It hits hard, fast, and straight in the gut. Favorite track: The Depressive Spectrum.
Joshua Garrette
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Joshua Garrette This whole EP, is what I've been feeling since High School. Sadly enough the insecurity of my personality, skin color and personal home problems have followed me into Adulthood. No where to really run besides try to change but I really don't but if don't I'm just gonna fall by the way side. I just sit, listen, and cry sometimes just thinking about life. I know I'll be fine one day but damn this song hits so hard. Favorite track: I Found No Peace.
Brent Raudenbush
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Brent Raudenbush The lyrics in these three songs are so extremely honest. The end of "I Found No Peace" will hit anyone right in the feels. Favorite track: The Depressive Spectrum.
Gage Lanza
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Gage Lanza An album to make you feel while you mosh. Absolutely stunned by Kaonashi's side of this split, first listen nearly brought me to tears. Favorite track: The Depressive Spectrum.
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released August 25, 2016



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Kaonashi is a progressive hardcore band out of Philadelphia, PA. Our sound reflects the mood and our lyrics set it down in stone. Angry or sad, just feel with us.

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Track Name: Our Troubled Selves
But it's still not enough.
Drink more water, but it's still not enough.
Clean my room up, but it's still not enough.
If they keep asking me questions I'm going to erupt.
What a freak; what's that kid doing here?
Look at me: 23 with the insecurity of a teenage demi-god.
Clip your wings.
It can't rain all the time, I can't be mad forever.
Am I just growing up? Is this just changing weather?
I know I look weird, I know I'm nothing special.
I guess everyone else is just perfect.
I cannot stand everyone's fucking opinion.
I look at everyone at see porcelain skin and pretty, straight, white teeth.
Bite me.
I look at myself and see everything.
What's the difference between breaking down and breaking out?
Oh god, our troubled selves. Life won't change on Monday morning. I want to change.
I want to change myself.
Early twenties; the same old story.
It's boring.
I want you to run out your voice and leave me in silence again.
Track Name: The Depressive Spectrum
Here's how to be happy: catch the football, win the game, pass the test, grab diploma, hug mom, feel empty, put your passion on hold, find a cheerleader, fall in love, sign the paper, buy the house, fix the tie into a noose.

Show me someone who's got life figured out.
You're either full of ignorance or full of doubt.
The difference between me and all my friends: they've got time to waste; I've got time to spend.

And I spent it all on you.

Here's how to be happy: grow your hair out, quit your job, fight your boss, crash your car, dump your girlfriend, get evicted, play some riffs, smoke a cigarette, drink a beer, listen to black flag, smile through it, laugh through it, smile through it, laugh through it.

Punchline straight to the face of all the mistakes I can't erase.

And all the high school friends I dropped because they didn't know when to stop.

Drunk in Isaac's living room; next thing you know you're 32.

To live and die in West Chester; sorry I want something better.

We're all on opposite ends of the depressive spectrum.
Track Name: I Found No Peace
The devil is real and it's not a little red man holding pitchfork.

It's the feeling that you can't go anywhere because you don't belong.

It's when everyone stares but nobody cares.

It's the ongoing feeling of paranoia and horrible self-consciousness.

It's the humiliation that comes with growing up and being told "You're wrong, shut up, you're wrong"

I have had such a hard time trying to makes sense of my teenage years, and fears and tears.

I have had such a hard time trying to catch up to all my peers.

I have had such a hard time trying to feel okay at home sweet home.

Kick your Chuck Taylor's, make a fucking mess.

Fuck your sunday's best, this is Friday night regret.

I've got my backpack pack full of clothes and booze, I've got nothing to do, I got nothing to lose.

I got no idea where I'm sleeping tonight, but it ain't with you, so I'll be just fine

I'm never home because I'm always alone, so what's the point of laying in a deathbed if it's not even comfortable.

You always tell your disappointed, but I know I'm not a disappointment, I'm just young and full of mistakes.

I found no peace in brushing the dirt off for the millionth time.

I found no peace in neverminding your friend cause that's just how he is.

I found no peace in subscribing to the myth that that the way I dress and talk has to match the color of my skin and your fucked up preferences.

I found no peace in crossing the street so I don't seem like a suspect.

I found no peace in stares from men in suits.

I found no peace in your Friday night keg stands and shitty electronic music.

I found no peace in being myself or being what you want me to be.

I found no peace in my weight, my skin, my color, my sex, my hair, my face, my self.

I found no peace in myself.

I found no peace