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Verse 1
When I lay down to Sleep,
and pray to whoever will keep
the promise of a night’s stillness.
But no sandman has succeeded
And in my mind the words repeated
Cierra todo lo del mundo y respira
(shut out the world and breathe)
Bridge
Respira profundo
(breathe deep)
Respira profundo
(breathe deep)
Respira profundo
(breathe deep)
Respira!!
(breathe!!)
Chorus
Needles lick my finger tips
As my brains about to float
Chemicals in my veins drip
My lungs close and a gasp escapes my throat
I jolt awake, I jolt awake
Awake wake wait, wait, wait, wait im awake
Verse 1
The only difference between sleep and death is who’s at the wake
You cant win a fight if you don’t really know what’s at stake
so in the dark I lay defeated
And in my mind the words repeated
Cierra todo lo del mundo y respira
(shut out the world and breathe)
Bridge
Respira profundo
(breathe deep)
Respira profundo
(breathe deep)
Respira profundo
(breathe deep)
Respira!!
(breathe!!)
Chorus
Needles lick my finger tips
As my brains about to float
Chemicals in my veins drip
My lungs close and a gasp escapes my throat
I jolt awake, I jolt awake
Awake wake wait, wait, wait, wait im awake
Chorus
Needles lick my finger tips
As my brains about to float
Chemicals in my veins drip
My lungs close and a gasp escapes my throat
I jolt awake, I jolt awake
Awake wait, wait im awake
Respira profundo
(breathe deep)
Respira profundo
(breathe deep)
Respira profundo
(breathe deep)
Respira!!
(breathe!!)
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2. |
Words For Worms
04:13
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Verse 1
A lesson learned from the 5th time I died
If you live for death, you didn’t really try.
But those with holy fire, in their brains holy words are burned.
Cultivating all those broken words for worms.
Reverend Crowley did you see?
That the worms had to be free.
When the rain had come and gone,
From the mud sprang up their song.
Can’t think, how much did I breathe in?
I Can feel the wheel of fate spin.
Can I change the pull of where it goes?
Can I change the future I now know?
Plucked the strings and felt the vibrations.
Trying to tune me into their station.
But what words have I for the worms?
My brain is swimming but what did I learn?
One more breath takes me to the ledge.
You can feel realities’ edge.
This is the tip to the abyss,
Did you want much more then this?
Verse 2
You can’t choose life but then there’s death.
Muttering secrets under your breath.
Reluctant musing of where you stand.
Were there strings wrapped around your hands?
Feel the current is this not life?
Do I have to take you under the knife?
Dissect your purpose underneath your skin?
Did my words manage to sink in?
I want connection can you feel me?
My objections did you agree?
Was I worth it all along?
Would it matter once I’m gone?
should I have said it while it was hot in my veins?
if I had planned it, would it come out the same?
debating philosophies so you’re ready for your turn,
you’ve wasted your life waiting on a conversation with worms!
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3. |
Windbag
03:41
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4. |
For The Night
04:21
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[intro]
My sheets grow tighter every morning.
It’s hard to break the chains of my bed.
My eyes fogged and my brain is storming.
I have to make sure that I’m not dead.
[Verse 1]
I think of the work I have yet to do,
I feel the ambition burning bright.
And I think I can make it through,
But it gets dimmer by the night.
[Bridge]
[Chorus]
Ohhhh
It’s the end of the day
Try not to worry It’s gonna be ok
Just put on another show
And it’ll be alright
This hollowness will go
At least for the night
[Instrumental
[Verse 2]
Strange shapes dancing in the dark
with the light from the screen.
there’s things I want to do I want to make my mark
but I don’t have the energy to change this scene
[Verse 3]
Between the work I do to live
And the act of maintaining my life
I have barley anything left to give
And no breath left to put up a fight
[Bridge 2]
[chorus 2]
Ohhhh
It’s the end of the day
Try not to worry It’s gona be ok
Just put on another show
And it’ll be alright
This hollowness will go
At least for the night
Ohhhh
It’s the end of the day
Try not to worry It’s gona be ok
Just put on another show
And it’ll be alright
And you won’t have to worry
At least for the night
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Moonlit Rites Atlanta, Georgia
Pedro is a Venezuelan immigrant and a Bard that makes Music so advanced it's indistinguishable from magic under the name Moonlit Rites. using a few rituals and some musical knowhow he makes psychedelic experimental music to express emotional themes, like panic attacks, insomnia, and one time he wrote a song about a robot gaining sentience. Pedro's music is sometimes fun sometimes spooky. ... more
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