| Dither  [+ favourites]
Ice is hanging from my thoughts
Condensing
Consecrating
To form those cold sharp sickles
We weave among the scythes
Dodging
Just hoping to pull through
But where else can we go?
The rhythm and the echoes
They compel me
Help me witness this eternal transformation
And distinguish the change
Just one mention, just one word
And all sits still
I wanna dodge, feint, run, jump
Feel my way through the darkness
But first I gotta
Fall, descend, slide and tumble
Until I hit my mark
I just wanna reach out
And catch a hand
On the other side
To bring me through
And slow me down
Rode among the thorns and swords
But even they aren’t so sharp
They can cut but
Not even they can make me bleed
No one can make me bleed
I wanna dodge, feint, run, jump
Feel my way through the darkness
But first I gotta
Fall, descend, slide and tumble
Until I hit my mark
Skim the surface till I lose my skin
And my mind is numb
I just wanna see a change
"My drum skills > Your drum skills"
|
