This music was produced by one of Russia's best, man like Kosikk
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The artwork is by my main man Brett Butler, check out his Label here..
Would also like to thank my mate Stevie Paul who put some dope guitar solo during the end of this track.
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This track was wrote as if i was in the position of one of my best friends who was going through some dark times with his girlfriend at the time,
i also had my own dramas with the girl i wrote ''Emanate'' about.
it was a very weird but awakening period of time that me and my friend were going though, i'm sure some of the lyrics included some emotions of what i was feeling too and not just his situation. this is one of my most meaningful tracks to date and will always have a place in my heart. I have posted the lyrics below. Love as always.
''This story is old now, i feel its the end of the chapters,
just like a old book your spineless and im not bending it backwards,
anymore, your performance deserves a award how you pretend as a actress,
i was in a ward performing someone im not in front of the lens of your cameras,
so you can front, but im back in a place where the pain ends,
it was back to front,
searching for a light at the end of the tunnel...but they were flames of a train wreck,
we ain't slept in the same bed for a lifetime, i guess our survivals strange,
even when we did it felt we was a mile away,
two dark horses.....quiet as a silent K,
we used to stay up and say goodnight in the light of day,
then awake in the morning until we die again,
wake, mourning, die again this is death for us,
so you probably wont hear what im tryna' say,
but maybe you could feel these words if you want to be blind again,
it was like you were swinging a bat as you pictured a room full of china plates,
because we've been knocked to the canvas in a fight for a life that we'd like to paint,
the box in your mind is a prison and its always me that your tryna' frame,
my two hands are not strong enough to hold you and i dont have the time to wait''.
''Just like the skin were a cover up, and keep repeating patterns,
if we could wear our organs on the inside out then maybe we could see the damage,
i need to find some treatments for these bleeding habits,
iv'e been treated to my dreams that i re-imagined,
but i still hear your screams from the steams in that heated carriage...
and i carried your corpse from the wreckage, i didn't have time to return for my own,
these unspoken words are like remnants of ash and i feel everyone of them burn in my throat,
we thought if our skeletons attach that somehow we could refurbish the bones...
we used to dance to them slow songs, sometimes slow songs are when the curtains are closed,
and these cloths that i wore were a costume, i didn't know where the fabrics made,
but who's hands? or what machines? or if anyone in that factory's paid,
we've been held together by a thread....
so it seems if i pull out my stitches, you can get to see me in my natural state,
the mannequins on the acting stage,
holding skulls of the passion we decapitate,
mindless in our plastic waste...
i let you buy my silence,
and i promised to keep all the prices quiet,
they can judge however they want too, but how i see you with these eyes are private''.
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