Рет қаралды 469
Lyrics: Mathilda Monique
Music: Mathilda Monique & Steve Whitfield
Mix: Steve Whitfield
Mastering: Antoine Thibaudeau @ Rumblesound studio
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White carcass, the edge, the edge
twisted sands, the edge
On the edge of empty here I am surrounded
green black bodies trapped like me in the false muted light
On the edge, trapped like me
We’re just fragile creatures now I realize
empty of thought filled with hot desire and blazing toxic highs
We are ready
White carcass on hill, pale skies
I see death with my child eyes
on a straight road with twisting sand
feel the lonesome weeping land
Am I ready
Here I am, in slow motion flight, slow motion
My heart trickles, cracks open the quiet night
By accident I let you drop
I tore your skin, your lips broke my heart
Trapped like me, we are ready
You the only witness of my shame and success
I’d always be way up ahead
Say you were jealous, now you’re dead
I’m on the edge
White carcass on hill, pale skies
I see death with my child eyes
on a straight road with twisting sand
feel the lonesome weeping land
I’m on the edge.
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