LADK -RustHeart

dark atmospheric vapor metal, shoegaze, synth-driven alternative (industrial/occult wave)

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[intro]
[vs 1]
I’m fading into this PCB background.
Im doing it loudly without a sound.
I try to tell you but the words are so hard to say
I’m choking on all these marbles in their way

[vs 2]
You are so close to me yet miles away.
Bobbing in an ocean of lights and waves.
Cant find the words or the bathroom 
with all these people in my way!

[chorus male & female shoegaze harmonies]
You say it's the heart of the city… such a pity, 
Two days… of Malaise.   
Obey… Disarray.
LA... DK…(gritty distorted echoed)

You say its as if souls are see-through…you can goatoo’
“Hell-A”…[gritty distorted echos out]
DK…[gritty distorted echos out]

[vs 3]
Watching fractured memories falling out of your mouth.
I reach for the skies as you go south.
Rooftop escape as our heads scrape the sky.
These fucking LEDs have blinded my 3rd eye.

[vs 4]
Waiting in line for the rapture struggling to chill.
These rising waves are hitting like a bitter pill.
Tempting suicide? Haven't lost hope.
So why the noose at the end of this velvet rope?

[vs 5]
Leather couch helm overlooking the storm.
You ask if I feel it yet [increasing “yet” echoes], but I’m torn.
Waiting in line for the rapture, but I’m ignoring the signs.
If Im going in, I’m going in blind.

[chorus]
You say it's the heart of the city… such a pity, 
Two days… of Mellaise.   
Obey… Disarray.
LA... DK…(gritty distorted echoed)
[chorus 2]
You say its as if souls are see-through…you can goatoo’
“Hell-A”…[gritty distorted echos out]
DK…[gritty distorted echos out]

[bridge]
I could call a cab  but theres no way home.
I'm nauseous from the taste of all this fear, fog and foam.
Lost in this haystack of needles, its so cliche.
Still cant find the fucking bathroom with all these people in my way!

[vs 1b- minimal like vs 1 but echoes out final line]
I’m flailing to see the reasons, as we drown.
Screaming in this City of Angels, but not one to be found.
If we’ve finally escaped outside, and supposedly fine.
Then why cant I get out of this afterhours line?

2012/7500

[intro] [vs 1] I’m fading into this PCB background. Im doing it loudly without a sound. I try to tell you but the words are so hard to say I’m choking on all these marbles in their way [vs 2] You are so close to me yet miles away. Bobbing in an ocean of lights and waves. Cant find the words or the bathroom with all these people in my way! [chorus male & female shoegaze harmonies] You say it's the heart of the city… such a pity, Two days… of Malaise. Obey… Disarray. LA... DK…(gritty distorted echoed) You say its as if souls are see-through…you can goatoo’ “Hell-A”…[gritty distorted echos out] DK…[gritty distorted echos out] [vs 3] Watching fractured memories falling out of your mouth. I reach for the skies as you go south. Rooftop escape as our heads scrape the sky. These fucking LEDs have blinded my 3rd eye. [vs 4] Waiting in line for the rapture struggling to chill. These rising waves are hitting like a bitter pill. Tempting suicide? Haven't lost hope. So why the noose at the end of this velvet rope? [vs 5] Leather couch helm overlooking the storm. You ask if I feel it yet [increasing “yet” echoes], but I’m torn. Waiting in line for the rapture, but I’m ignoring the signs. If Im going in, I’m going in blind. [chorus] You say it's the heart of the city… such a pity, Two days… of Mellaise. Obey… Disarray. LA... DK…(gritty distorted echoed) [chorus 2] You say its as if souls are see-through…you can goatoo’ “Hell-A”…[gritty distorted echos out] DK…[gritty distorted echos out] [bridge] I could call a cab but theres no way home. I'm nauseous from the taste of all this fear, fog and foam. Lost in this haystack of needles, its so cliche. Still cant find the fucking bathroom with all these people in my way! [vs 1b- minimal like vs 1 but echoes out final line] I’m flailing to see the reasons, as we drown. Screaming in this City of Angels, but not one to be found. If we’ve finally escaped outside, and supposedly fine. Then why cant I get out of this afterhours line?

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