More songs by Angel Du$t
Description
A world where all sounds are as if burned out with a hot iron - even the echo is tired. Here, the rhythm doesn't save, but reminds you of a pulse that no longer exists. Echoes of anger and apathy merge into a viscous noise - like breath in the frost, which dissolves before it can become alive. In every "no," you hear not a protest, but an admission: the fuel is gone, the engine has run out of steam, the emotions have gone dormant. But strangely, there's a certain honesty in this icy emptiness. When everything is dead, lies die first.
Lyrics and translation
Original
One, two, three, four, no!
Ain't got no soul
It ain't got no heartbeat
Shove it down in a hole
The sound is uninspired
In the mirror, the reflection of a man with nothing left inside
Cold to the touch
I put my hand to you
Cold to the touch
Not worth tryna save
Cold to the touch
I put my hand to you
Cold to the touch
One, two, three, four, no
The sound is uninspired
Fear in their hearts as time goes crawling by
Cold to the touch
I put my hand to you
Cold to the touch
Not worth tryna save
Cold to the touch
I put my hand to you
Cold to the touch
No
Try hard not to linger
Your body's cold as winter
Feeding on delusion
Ribs touching
Death is the solution
Na-na-na-na-na
Cold to the touch
Na-na-na-na-na
I put my hand to you
Na-na-na-na-na
Cold to the touch
Na-na-na-na-na (put my hand to you)
I put my hand to you
Come on, do it, it's me
Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
English translation
One, two, three, four, no!
Ain't got no soul
It ain't got no heartbeat
Shove it down in a hole
The sound is uninspired
In the mirror, the reflection of a man with nothing left inside
Cold to the touch
I put my hand to you
Cold to the touch
Not worth tryna save
Cold to the touch
I put my hand to you
Cold to the touch
One, two, three, four, no
The sound is uninspired
Fear in their hearts as time goes crawling by
Cold to the touch
I put my hand to you
Cold to the touch
Not worth tryna save
Cold to the touch
I put my hand to you
Cold to the touch
No
Try hard not to linger
Your body's cold as winter
Feeding on delusion
Ribs touching
Death is the solution
Na-na-na-na-na
Cold to the touch
Na-na-na-na-na
I put my hand to you
Na-na-na-na-na
Cold to the touch
Na-na-na-na-na (put my hand to you)
I put my hand to you
Come on, do it, it's me
Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na