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Mothboy
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Mothboy foi lançado em 1 de setembro de 2026 por Epizootic como parte do álbum Mothboy - EP
Released1 de setembro de 2026
EditoraEpizootic
IdiomaEnglish
BPM123
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Letra

Only the last straw managed to snap the camels spine
Still got a pulse though shake it off yeah you'll be fine
I'm like a moth to a flame, a full fault car crash and people won't stop looking
What's up, what's new, brother what's cooking
Easy breezy, no flies on me pal, just marks where they've been
The words leave my lips the second the colour drains from my skin
The two holes in my neck start oozing plasma
Dropped down to one knee, wheezing, with tight chested asthma
Got thorns in my side, a chip on my shoulder, and my ears won't stop aching
I'm sustained on a diet of half baked hatred, man I'm flaking
So turn off that lamp Mothboy
Even Icarus learned when to quit
Peeling the plaster bringing the tear up to the eye
Rip it off faster take a breath and don't be shy
No hand of help, no voice of reason can save me now
I'm shutting it down, going AWOL, I'm living underground
There's no route out and I'll be damned if I'm retracing my steps
Too suborn to turn back, too eager to look ahead
But nothing ventured nothing gained, I'm frozen, confidence chained
The flames of interest are waning, only cinders remain
The glass is empty the bottle is baron the taps have run dry
There's a hose pipe ban in the garden behind my eyes
It's a tough old Wednesday
Peeling the
Peeling the plaster
Peeling the plaster
Peeling the plaster
Peeling the plaster
Faster
Peeling the plaster
Peeling the plaster
Peeling the plaster
Peeling the plaster
So turn off that lamp Mothboy
even Icarus learned when to quit
Wax melts cards dealt and all moves are unfit for purpose
So turn off that lamp Mothboy
even Icarus learned when to quit
wax melts cards dealt and all moves are unfit for purpose
the plan is to plan later burned to the brain from the start
I pencilled in tomorrow to draw blanks and dodge the art
Behold the new age philosopher, Mediocrates be thy name
Not sharp enough to be predator, just prey that got away
No thought too small for this this magnolia maverick
It's all calm on the farm but there's no charm, just cheap plastic
Written by: Ollie Andrews
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