More songs by Monster Florence
Description
Producer: Tom Donovan
Composer: Alex Osiris
Composer: Andre Mclean
Composer: Cameron Morrell
Composer: Jonny Poole
Composer: Quinton Mitton
Composer: Tom Donovan
Lyricist: Alex Osiris
Lyricist: Andre Mclean
Lyricist: Cameron Morrell
Lyricist: Jonny Poole
Lyricist: Quinton Mitton
Lyricist: Tom Donovan
Arranger: Tom Donovan
Lyrics and translation
Original
Black ties get mud, but clean hands forget.
Digging through the stench just to find the scent. Many faces lie, many time contests.
They tried to say it's still fresh, but it tastes like dirt! Following the blood trail, tastes like a mind.
Buried under hook, tastes like dirt.
Apology escapes me, tastes like a cry. Swallow with the low one, tastes like dirt.
I should keep a lid on myself. Got me begging, walking all on my knees.
And I hide as many feelings I've felt.
That's not the problem though, I promise you'll see.
And we don't know who we are supposed to be.
And we don't know -who you are, and I agree. -I was racing, still keep going.
If I'm painless, it's thickening your lines. Don't be still in the void, my boy.
That ain't rain, but it still feels annoying. Just keep going, my fortune deploying.
Standing still when the world feels poignant.
I said, "Well, you don't change with your choices," but some days I still hear the voices.
Any point that is pointless is pointless, and it's point on point that becomes.
See, back then, what a joy, we were young. That was when we could both see the sun.
When it's dark, it was close as it comes. Stuck to numb, need to go see my mum.
Soaked in bleach, hair color in blonde. As a boy, I just played in the mud. Now I'm stuck.
Black ties get mud, but clean hands forget.
Digging through the stench just to find the scent. Many faces lie, many time contests.
They tried to say it's still fresh, but it tastes like dirt! Following the blood trail, tastes like a mind.
Buried under hook, tastes like dirt.
Apology escapes me, tastes like a cry.
Swallow with the low one, tastes like dirt.
English translation
Black ties get mud, but clean hands forget.
Digging through the stench just to find the scent. Many faces lie, many time contests.
They tried to say it's still fresh, but it tastes like dirt! Following the blood trail, tastes like a mind.
Buried under hook, tastes like dirt.
Apology escapes me, tastes like a cry. Swallow with the low one, tastes like dirt.
I should keep a lid on myself. Got me begging, walking all on my knees.
And I hide as many feelings I've felt.
That's not the problem though, I promise you'll see.
And we don't know who we are supposed to be.
And we don't know -who you are, and I agree. -I was racing, still keep going.
If I'm painless, it's thickening your lines. Don't be still in the void, my boy.
That ain't rain, but it still feels annoying. Just keep going, my fortune deploying.
Standing still when the world feels poignant.
I said, "Well, you don't change with your choices," but some days I still hear the voices.
Any point that is pointless is pointless, and it's point on point that becomes.
See, back then, what a joy, we were young. That was when we could both see the sun.
When it's dark, it was close as it comes. Stuck to numb, need to go see my mum.
Soaked in bleach, hair color in blonde. As a boy, I just played in the mud. Now I'm stuck.
Black ties get mud, but clean hands forget.
Digging through the stench just to find the scent. Many faces lie, many time contests.
They tried to say it's still fresh, but it tastes like dirt! Following the blood trail, tastes like a mind.
Buried under hook, tastes like dirt.
Apology escapes me, tastes like a cry.
Swallow with the low one, tastes like dirt.