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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fiona Liddell
Fiona Liddell
Violin
Calum Robertson
Calum Robertson
Clarinet
Neil T Smith
Neil T Smith
Flute
Luci Holland
Luci Holland
Oboe
Lissa Robertson
Lissa Robertson
Violin
Sarah Leonard
Sarah Leonard
Viola
Graham Coe
Graham Coe
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fiona Liddell
Fiona Liddell
Songwriter
Niall Rae
Niall Rae
Songwriter
Rolain Bradbeer
Rolain Bradbeer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fiona Liddell
Fiona Liddell
Producer
Niall Rae
Niall Rae
Producer
Garry Boyle
Garry Boyle
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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
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