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Panic + synthwave dystopia
Black Nail Cabaret - Bête Noire
“Hero” // Black Nail Cabaret // Emerald City
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Standing naked in the crowd again I spread my arms out wide They’re closing around teasing my wounds I have to clear my mind Oh, tear me apart Rip out what you need And then just carry my parts Carry my parts to him Go on and tear me apart Cause the Hero comes around From the skies above The night is speechless My bed is cold his mighty hands Catching a hold Of my little bones There’s no way to kill the pain He has to cut me up again Makes me tremble like a lamb of God So here’s a prayer for you: Strip off, take off the black Come on now show me your truth The maggots in your head Go on and tear me apart My bed gets cold Oh, I grow old in the dark You make me tremble like a lamb You make me tremble like a lamb of God The Hero comes around
“Butterflies” // Black Nail Cabaret // Emerald City [2012]
Raspy petal cemetery Where the sun starts to shine Airborne white flake enemies Are dancing in the skyline In the space between the motion They are yearning for the flavour Flashing floating and vibrating It just makes me full of anger I’m afraid of butterflies As they are trembling on the flowers They’re too beautiful for me Until I kill the crazy colours die by one touch of our hand How dare we be so cruel and evil Wing dust flaming on our fingers Just like fresh blood on the crime floor Why is it good to be so fragile If it forces out protection Charm is far too less for me Well I need scratch and bite and action Colours need to be defended Yes, I guess they make you happy And I don’t want to be an oddball But I’m so scared when they’re near me I’m afraid of butterflies As they are trembling on the flowers They’re too beautiful for me Until I kill the crazy colours die by one touch of our hand we are so cruel and evil Wing dust on our fingers Just like fresh blood on the crime floor We’re the killers we are so cruel and evil Wing dust on our fingers Just like fresh blood on the crime floor
Satisfaction (Haujobb-Remix) by Black Nail Cabaret
spf50 // Magic Pills Theme
spf50 // Magic Pills Theme
Instrumental from the feature-length film “Trillzone”. A Perfect instrumental for your walk into the unknown.
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