Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fliptrix
Fliptrix
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Harry Robinson
Harry Robinson
Composer
Alexander Whitehead
Alexander Whitehead
Songwriter
Thomas Conning
Thomas Conning
Songwriter
Sebastian Donoghue
Sebastian Donoghue
Arranger

Lyrics

West of the border, drinking the mixed red speckles in the water
Suppressing my aura, rendering messages sent by a warlock
Walk off the edge, never do I fall off
Locked in a four-walled cell but the door's off
Everything's free, yet we're living here at all costs
Enter at your loss, surfing the barrel for the scent of a sawn-off
Trying to find guilt yet repentance has worn off
Scribing my life on a page that is torn off
The bark of a tree that a chainsaw tortured
Back against no wall, still feel I'm cornered
Sounding the horn, dementia is calling
Voice in my brain, not a telephone warning
Paint with the shades in the shadow of the awnings
Don't have a pen yet I feel like I'm drawn in
Can't handle nothing but my faith is absorbing
Blood type: porous, suppressing my rush is the catalyst swarming
Defending my love with a battle axe scorching
Through eyes of an unborn life
Just to capture the sight of it mourning
It sounds deep, but that's my sunshine
Full of cliffs, blood-red skies in the morning
Skies in the morning
Full of cliffs, blood-red skies in the morning
I said it's all disguised with smoke screens
So nothing's quite as it seems
Heads in the clouds, still surrounded by dreams
Trying to fix the puzzle but we're missing every piece
I said it's all disguised with smoke screens
So nothing's quite as it seems
Heads in the clouds, still surrounded by dreams
Trying to fix the puzzle but we're missing every piece
Is this all? Is this it? Man, it's gotta be deeper
In need of an adrenaline shot for me to feel this
And no, I'm not trying to take for granted
That granted to me, I'm trying to take advantage
Of the gifts, the present, present to the future
Never would settle, I've forever been a nuisance
And thoughts take strange shape like a mutant
Manifest physically, some as pollutants
So we came to clear the air
The feeling's there, you're trapped in that real despair
With no shield, you're bare, cold as steel
And there's no for real that you wanna see knelt in prayer
To dreams, hoping that it's not all as it seems
Cliff-diving and picking up speed
Altitude rising, new horizons
The golden sands look soft and welcoming
And I hear that siren song
It's miles off from this cloud I'm riding on
The road is long and twisted, patience needed
If you wish to meet with destiny
Deep in love or consumed with hate
Either way, don't let your emotion take you out the game
Let your body be calm, let your mind roam free
'Cause things ain't always as they seem
I said it's all disguised with smoke screens
So nothing's quite as it seems
Heads in the clouds, still surrounded by dreams
Trying to fix the puzzle but we're missing every piece
I said it's all disguised with smoke screens
So nothing's quite as it seems
Heads in the clouds, still surrounded by dreams
Trying to fix the puzzle but we're missing every piece
Written by: Alexander Whitehead, David Reading, Harry Robinson, Thomas Conning
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