Video musical
Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fiona Liddell
Violin
Calum Robertson
Clarinet
Neil T Smith
Flute
Luci Holland
Oboe
Lissa Robertson
Violin
Sarah Leonard
Viola
Graham Coe
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fiona Liddell
Songwriter
Niall Rae
Songwriter
Rolain Bradbeer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fiona Liddell
Producer
Niall Rae
Producer
Garry Boyle
Mixing Engineer
Letra
Bend your bones, mend your mind
Break your heart, take mine
In your dreams, you'll find
No comfort, no place to hide
Through the rain, a whispering smoke
Fire reigns below the choke
Worlds will fall and fools will rise
Voices call for endless night
Your disdain and all your pleasure
Rest alone in foolish weather
Cruellest thoughts and bitter sins
Bleed you dry, they leave you thin
I was born in a dream, weaved like a meme
To the depth of a place, where they hunt for the cream to cremate
Where I used to see mates, lost at sea mate
Ineffective teammate
Dim the lights, all of a sudden
Scared of the darkest things
Loom like a witch in a coven
If I spoke truth, it would be a Looney Tune
For a lunatic
Where the pagan side
And the full moon lit
I decided without deciding
In past times where them lost angels
Turn roads, burned codes, lost souls, apostles
Pilgrims? No, just still grim
So into myself, it's impossible to feel things
I walk in the wilderness
That drowning evident
I'm watched by the demon
Lounge with the ferry men
See them around in the towns and the tenements
Lost phrase
My words
Dry through the third eye gaze
The shade's Illumini
This world is sickening, run by evil
Bleed more victims
As they play the raw games
The soul gets stitched in
Feeding the Underworld to develop suffering
Darkness unrelentless, striving
The belt that drive in
I judge that dread conniving
Such a game for a life
As they slay you and they pay some price
For the wage of the slice
Burn in hell so they pay that price
What's the story if the jack get more free
Is the tale with the end in the detail
With that Jackanory
Is it jack to ignore me
As it's sad as hell before I get to arrive
I question the costs I don't see fair
They do as they see fit
Like holding shame as a grip
Like saving truth in the detail
So unconscious
Guess I be lost in a grip
Like ghosting the ship
And I've derailed
Was I ever on track
Was I ever in song
Did I ever do right
In prison so wrong
Can I question their truth
If they're living my lie
Live is evil turned round
Doesn't matter what I try
If the truth so bad and the darkness so vast
If they hide in plain sight
Why I'm sat in my past
Do I live to distrust what I see through my mask
Through the lens that is tainted
Tapestry's in turmoil
Through the picture painted
For that life though they gave them
Fruits of forbidden apple
Just another sacrifice
For the herd to dismantle
Like face on a mantle
Indebted to the stag
Then body then toe tagged
Was I ever on track
Was I ever in song
Did I ever do right
In prison so wrong
Can I question their truth
If they're living my lie
Live is evil turned round
Doesn't matter what I try
And I sink in the urgency
I feel so depleted
To the brink of emergency
A red lining
To the knowledge hidden what told
To the story they sold
Am I digging potholes
In a world of flames
Cross like Jesus nailed to the high stakes
In a world of pain
Trying to live clean in a vacuum
Already dust
Devil's in the details
Dissatisfaction
Doesn't matter if I change the caption
Always the same reaction
Don't matter if I change the caption
Always the same reaction
Don't matter if I change the caption
Always the same reaction
Guess I'm just repeating, repeating myself
I guess I'm just repeating, repeating myself
I guess I'm just repeating, repeating myself
Writer(s): Fiona Liddell
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