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Karma and the Killjoys

Hellscape on 9th St.

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Alternative Folk

Hellscape on 9th St. fue lanzado el 1 de diciembre de 2022 por Pal Productions Co. como parte del álbum Hellscape

Detalles de la canción

ÁlbumHellscape

Fecha de lanzamiento1 de diciembre de 2022

Sello discográficoPal Productions Co.

LanguageEnglish

Melodía

Nivel de sonidos acústicos

Valence

Capacidad para bailar

Energía

BPM86

DESCRIPCIÓN

LETRA

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES

Karma and the Killjoys

Karma and the Killjoys

Intérprete

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA

Rain Scott-Catoire

Rain Scott-Catoire

Autoría

Letra

As I walked to work the ground split beneath my feet

And as I palmed my chest I felt that I was somehow incomplete

I was the shell of a woman that I was supposed to be

But somehow that was less important than the hellscape on 9th street

By my lunch break, the sky had cracks in the clouds

And as I walked by the lake I saw my reflection falling down

If there ever was a sign that judgment day was finally here

I was immune to any and all shock, confounded blatant fear

There's a hole in my chest

There's a hole in the street

My TV plays doomsday until I finally fall asleep

And I think some metaphor for life may be riddled in the sky

But until I get a why

I'm not dying to try

And understand the metaphors within the sky

Now the walk home from work is just like any other day

And I say that fully aware of what happened last Saturday

There's a flock of lifeless Joes in a storm along the street

I think one of them was mine but he doesn't recognize me

I unlock the door to my "everything's broken" apartment

The landlords have taken over now, they eat my soul for rent

And my only friend's a piano

That's played itself since I went to sleep

So I turn it on and we watch the coverage

Of the hellscape on 9th street

There's a hole in my chest

There's a hole in the street

My TV plays doomsday until I finally fall asleep

And I think some metaphor for life may be riddled in the sky

But until I get a why

I'm not dying to try

And understand the metaphors within the sky

Oh, I don't belong

Oh, you've done me wrong

It's easier to toss the blame

Than to realize that you'll never be the same

Oh, we don't belong

Oh, you've done us wrong

But we pick up the pieces

And we sign soulless leases

And for whatever reason

We try to understand the metaphors in the sky

There's a hole in my chest

There's a hole in the street

My TV plays doomsday until I finally fall asleep

And I think some metaphor for life may be riddled in the sky

But until I get a why

I'm not dying to try

But until I get a why

I'm not dying to try

And understand the metaphors in the sky

But I try and understand the stupid sky

Written by: Rain Scott-Catoire

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