Clip vidéo
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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Periphery
Interprète
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Periphery
Production
Misha Mansoor
Ingénierie de mixage
Spencer Sotelo
Ingénierie de mixage
Adam "Nolly" Getgood
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
Mercy like a gun
When you’ve come undone
I’ve awoken in the hour
That receives no one
The sound of a chime
Will shake me out until sunrise
The heat of tomorrow
Released as the wind blows
A fleeting stare from all the tribe
No sleep tonight
The hell from below
The wolf and the soaring crow
Am I losing control?
Am I losing all of control?
All spirits entranced
Mind tossin', turnin', no romance
Trust inside of the grass
The present breaks like glass
Stripped of all the air in my lungs now
Flee from the walls, so alone
Stampede in the room like a buffalo
Raise me up in my throes
The hell from below
The wolf and the soaring crow
Am I losing control?
Am I losing all of control?
All spirits entranced
Mind tossin', turnin', no romance
Trust inside of the grass
The present breaks like glass
Upon the burial lie
Days of their past
By my water
Tenacious
Upon the burial grounds
Upon the burial ground
Aye, hey-ey-ey
Aye, hey-oh
Now, now
Aye, hey-ey-ey
Aye, aye-oh
(Oh)
Between the living and the dead
We move
(Oh)
Between the living and the dead
We all move
Shift all placement
But they’re sifting you
(Oh)
Between the living and the dead
We all move
The claim we stake
The land within our wake
Garden in the bones
A headdress down in the soil we own
Woah
We build it on the bullshit
Building upon a burial
Garden in the bones
A headdress down in the soil we own
Yeah
Stripped of all the air in my lungs now
Feelin' so alone
Stampede in the room like a buffalo
Feeling so low
(Oh)
Pull out all the ground from below, you've
Given quite a show
Stampede in the room like a buffalo
Raise me up in my throes
The hell from below
The wolf and the soaring crow
(Soaring crow)
Am I losing control?
Am I losing all of control?
All spirits entranced
Mind tossin', turnin', no romance
Trust inside of the grass
The present breaks like glass
Upon the burial lie
Days of their past
By my water
Tenacious
Upon the burial grounds
Upon the burial ground
Upon the burial ground
Between the living and the dead we move
We move
Mercy like a gun
Written by: Periphery
