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Taphephobia (Live)
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Metal
Taphephobia (Live) was released on April 14, 2023 by Napalm Records Handels GmbH as a part of the album The Devil's Dozen (Live)
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Release DateApril 14, 2023
LabelNapalm Records Handels GmbH
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Infected Rain
Infected Rain
Performer
Lena Scissorhands
Lena Scissorhands
Lead Vocals
Vadim Ojog
Vadim Ojog
Electric Guitar
Serghei Babici
Serghei Babici
Electric Guitar
Vladimir Babici
Vladimir Babici
Electric Bass Guitar
Eugeniu Voluta
Eugeniu Voluta
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vadim Ojog
Vadim Ojog
Songwriter
Lena Scissorhands
Lena Scissorhands
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Valentin Voluta
Valentin Voluta
Producer, Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer
Lena Scissorhands
Lena Scissorhands
Producer

Lyrics

"Walking through this alley unknown
Alley of thorns and broken trees, alone
My face scratched from poisonous branches
My tired feet dragged me through puddles with leaches
Emptiness and hopelessness
Emptiness and hopelessness
Emptiness and hopelessness embroidered in my skin
A nebula of frustration spiraling around my head
Oblivious to where I go or where I've been
I can't recall what brought me here
And when the quiet around me is getting real loud
I'm wondering, what is the sound of the feeling?
I want to touch the core but there is nothing inside
So what's the poison that keeps me from leaving?
The answer is dancing
Is dancing on the tip of my tongue
It penetrates my consciousness like a paralyzing dart
No more balance, no more use in the symmetry
It's cold and humid in this forgotten cemetery
And when the quiet around me is getting real loud
I'm wondering, what is the sound of the feeling?
I want to touch the core but there is nothing inside
So what's the poison that keeps me from leaving?
Walking through this alley unknown
Alley of thorns and broken trees, alone
My face scratched from poisonous branches
My tired feet dragged me through puddles with leaches
Numb to the world
On my knees
I can't feel
Numb to the world, I can't feel pain or pleasure
I'm worthless on my knees embracing my failure
With my fingertips I can feel the end of the rope
It's soaked in frustration and leak of hope
My limbs are broken, my fever is high
My stolen dreams are melting in the night
In the night
All that is left in this disordered mind
Is rage, rage for the dying light
Is rage, rage for the dying light
Rage
The answer is dancing on the tip of my tongue
It penetrates my consciousness like a paralyzing dart
No
It's cold and humid in this forgotten cemetery"
Written by: Lena Scissorhands, Vadim Ojog
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