Read the signs When I push my nails back Feeling my truth Anything but smooth Or maybe stare Big black holes into the air Escaping through them And going where? There is a shard deep in my eyes Reflecting me, sharing my spot He talks a lot and I like his melancholy He takes me back to the spinning mind I thought I’d run from T’was just meds at the time No cure in sight I put on the silly old wings That are ripped in strips And flare up in flames Now burning bright I put on the silly old wings That are ripped in strips And flare up in flames Now burning bright Sylvia Plath is never far away And just like me Not into mediocrity Manic states or Fuckin’ crashes to the ground The need to drown Myself in sound There is a shard deep in my throat Reflecting pain, bleeding me dry He makes me high And then sends the devils for me He takes me back to the spinning mind I thought I’d run from T’was just meds at the time No cure in sight I put on the silly old wings That are ripped in strips And flare up in flames Now burning bright I put on the silly old wings That are ripped in strips And flare up in flames Now burning bright He takes me back to the spinning mind I thought I’d run from T’was just meds at the time No cure in sight I put on the silly old wings That are ripped in strips And flare up in flames Now burning bright I put on the silly old wings That are ripped in strips And flare up in flames Now burning bright
Read the signs
When I push my nails back
Feeling my truth
Anything but smooth
Or maybe stare
Big black holes into the air
Escaping through them
And going where?
There is a shard deep in my eyes
Reflecting me, sharing my spot
He talks a lot and
I like his melancholy
He takes me back to the spinning mind
I thought I’d run from
T’was just meds at the time
No cure in sight
I put on the silly old wings
That are ripped in strips
And flare up in flames
Now burning bright
I put on the silly old wings
That are ripped in strips
And flare up in flames
Now burning bright
Sylvia Plath is never far away
And just like me
Not into mediocrity
Manic states or
Fuckin’ crashes to the ground
The need to drown
Myself in sound
There is a shard deep in my throat
Reflecting pain, bleeding me dry
He makes me high
And then sends the devils for me
He takes me back to the spinning mind
I thought I’d run from
T’was just meds at the time
No cure in sight
I put on the silly old wings
That are ripped in strips
And flare up in flames
Now burning bright
I put on the silly old wings
That are ripped in strips
And flare up in flames
Now burning bright
He takes me back to the spinning mind
I thought I’d run from
T’was just meds at the time
No cure in sight
I put on the silly old wings
That are ripped in strips
And flare up in flames
Now burning bright
I put on the silly old wings
That are ripped in strips
And flare up in flames
Now burning bright
, what a great song and video! Well done!
😘😘😘 awesome song, great arrangement...I love the lyrics, the guitarsolo is 🔥 and dear Nicki, you are an exceptional singer ⭐
Nice!
Cheers :)