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orb.weaver
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Rock
orb.weaver fue lanzado el 2 de octubre de 2025 por 33MARROW LLC como parte del álbum orb.weaver - Single
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Fecha de lanzamiento2 de octubre de 2025
Sello discográfico33MARROW LLC
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM72

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Grim Salvo
Grim Salvo
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Jeremy Klein
Jeremy Klein
Composición
Spencer Linn
Spencer Linn
Autoría
Patrick Jobe
Patrick Jobe
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
33marrow
33marrow
Producción
Jeremy Klein
Jeremy Klein
Ingeniería de mezcla

Letra

Hide-and-seek
I'll cover my eyes with my hands and count out to ³³
Chill down my spine, it got me shakin' like a leaf
Remember like yesterday, watched 'em dredge the creek
Promise I won't peek
There's something lurking in those trees
(Ahh ah ah ah ah ah)
(Ah ah ah ah ah)
T—T—Th—Th—Th—Thirty three
Oh, oh, oh, oh
(Ah—h ah—h ah—h)
Hide-and-seek
Cover my eyes with my hands and count to ³³
Up and gone with the wind, just deafening silence in the heat
Blood mountain, a festival of sex and death at my feet
Distant echos of the bees
Rotting foliage and the screams
A feeling primeval, buried deep like a needle
A victim so feeble, consumed by monstrous ego
Aaahh, oh
Aaahh
A feeling primeval, buried deep like a needle
A victim so feeble, consumed by monstrous ego
(Buried deep like a needle)
(Consumed by monstrous ego)
These things take me to a place
Rotten wanderlust, never did adjust
Heard it turning, churning in the crust
These things take me to a place
Rotten wanderlust, never did adjust
Saw it squirming, burning in the sun
These things take me to a place
Rotten wanderlust, never did adjust
Heard it turning, churning in the crust
These things take me to a place
Rotten wanderlust, never did adjust
I saw it squirming, burning in the sun
These things take me to a place
Rotten wanderlust, never did adjust
Heard it turning, churning in the crust
These things take me to a place
Rotten wanderlust, never did adjust
I saw it squirming, burning in the sun
Oh, oh, oh, oh
A feeling primeval, buried deep like a needle
A victim so feeble, consumed by monstrous ego
This guilt is choking the life from me but I will never let it go (Aaah)
This guilt is choking the life from me but I will never let it go—o—o—o—o (Aaah)
Rolling through the backwoods
There's a quiet in the air
All the birds have stopped their singing
I think the wrong god heard my prayer
Why'd I shun my people?
Can I blame it on a past life?
There's a flicker in my shadow
Got me thinkin' it's my last night
I— n—never let it go, go
But I will never let it go
All they found were the eyeballs
Black bones in the white walls
Comin' out come nightfall
Any day thinkin' I might fall
All they found were the eyeballs
Black bones in the white walls
Comin' out come nightfall
Any day thinkin' I might fall
A feeling primeval, buried deep like a needle
A victim so feeble, consumed by monstrous ego
This guilt is choking the life from me but I will never let it go (Aaah)
This guilt is choking the life from me but I will never let it go (Aaah)
Written by: Jeremy Klein, Patrick Jobe, Spencer Linn
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