Bloodlines (unplugged) (Remastered)

The Southern Metal Band Methanight, This Is Going To Be For A New Set On Mtv Unplugged, So All Acoustic Guitars, Bass And Drums, This Is There First Unplugged Show Ever, Aria Is Going To Sing And Play Violin, Asher Is Going To Sing And Play Stand Up Bass, Gavin Is Going To Play The Classical Acoustic Guitar, Ryder Will Be Playing Drums Like Normal But May Jump On Some Other Percussion Instruments Too, The crowd cheers for band on intro and outro

[Verse] Ancestors whisper, I’m the echo in the chamber, Dreams in my pocket, but the world’s a danger. Roots so deep, they tangle with the earth's core, Time's a thief, snatching what we stood for. Gold chains swing, pendulum of the past, Every step forward got a shadow cast. Stories in my veins, pumping through the beat, Marching to the future with ancestral heat. [Chorus] Generational flow, through the rivers we go, Carving paths in the stone, with the scars we show. Bloodlines eternal, in the rhythm they grow, The beat so tight, smooth as molasses below. [Verse 2] Womb to the tomb, every breath’s a cipher, Grandma’s prayers sharper than a viper. Chasing my reflection in the glass of the ages, Lost in the maze of the history’s pages. Knees to the ground, hands to the heavens, Counting every loss like tally marks of lessons. Voices of the past echo loud in the static, Wisdom in the rhythm, magnetic and emphatic. [Chorus] Generational flow, through the rivers we go, Carving paths in the stone, with the scars we show. Bloodlines eternal, in the rhythm they grow, The beat so tight, smooth as molasses below. [Verse 2] Womb to the tomb, every breath’ s a cipher, Grandma’ s prayers sharper than a viper. Chasing my reflection in the glass of the ages, Lost in the maze of the history’ s pages. Knees to the ground, hands to the heavens, Counting every loss like tally marks of lessons. Voices of the past echo loud in the static, Wisdom in the rhythm, magnetic and emphatic. [Chorus] Generational flow, through the rivers we go, Carving paths in the stone, with the scars we show. Bloodlines eternal, in the rhythm they grow, The beat so tight, smooth as molasses below.

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