Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Arsenal
Performer
Lydmor
Vocals
Tim Bruzon
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hendrik Willemyns
Composer
John Roan
Composer
Tim Bruzon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Arsenal
Producer
Simon Davey
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Every time time stops
I start thinking
I'm something I'm not
My gut starts sinking
I need my scene like chains need linking
Like God needs making up
A man needs making
Turn up everything everywhere
I hear nothing but white noise
Pouring in through my thin veiled skin
I'm breathing in bad air
Book another life in
Take me somewhere
Deep down they tell me I'm OK
Better start digging
I don't wanna be all day
I choose every second
I'm giving
Do I work for a death
Do I work for a living
I'll sing my praises
No two ways about
Making the call
What goes
What stays
There's no tomorrows left
Just todays
I'm channeling something
Channeling something
Lie low
Soak up your shadows
We'll saddle up silk horses
Drive them through the black snow
Lense flare
I fall deep into the hardware
Slipping on whispers
Coming up nowhere
Wanna get let through
Fat on my share
This is where we head to
Self hell
Hell's where
Heart lies
Lies land
Right cuts left hand
Promises belly up
Wriggle on the wet send
My pride's in la la la land
Hitch my ride
I sit when you stand
Don't mind being laughed at lied to
As long as I'm straight backed
Stand up
See through
Even in pitch black
We'll know who's who
Give me my voice back
Untie tongue-tie
Burn blue skies till cloud smoke fills
My rattling eyes
I've never been left so dead or alive
Unbound and wild
I'm channeling something
Channeling something
Lie low
Soak up your shadows
Saddle up silk horses
Drive them through the black snow
Lie Low
Soak up your shadows
We'll saddle up silk horses
Drive them through the black snow
Writer(s): Hendrik Willemyns, Tim Bruzon, John Roan
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