GHOST OF 95

This was the very first song, super sketchy and disjointed, and probably not the song to kick off a CD with, but I did, because the whole thing was a journey, and it's a quasi concept album, so this is how it had to be.
The lyrics and vocals gave me a hard time, because no matter what I did it kept sounding like a mashup of Pearl Jam and the other stuff that was going on in 1995; had a hell of a time escaping it and really never did...
I finished this song and the drum tracks the first day. I actually had to write out the random syncopated drum parts at the beginning and end of the song so I could play the other instruments over it.
Aaaaannnddd it is what it is!

LYRICS

I'm feeling itchy and depraved
I like to visit my own grave
The people think I'm still alive
But I'm long outlived by my disguise
I can't feel you anymore
I can't hear you, I can't see you anymore
Think I gave both my eyes to science or...

Now posessed by 1995
Thrown together one track at a time
You're afraid of hell but you don't know
About the endless supply of marshmallows

And I can't see you, I can't hang here anymore
Think I burned both my eyes from staring at the sun

And when it's all said and done, would you believe
I came here only to find you, to make you mad and leave

I can't see you, I can't feel you anymore
Think I lost my mind and I don't know anymore
I can't see you, I can't feel you anymore
Think I lost both my eyes cuz now I can't see what's going on