Temul (Lie Low) - Arsenal, Lydmor

Every time

Time stops

Lies down thinking on something I’m not

My gut starts sinking

I need my sin like change needs linking

Like God needs making up

Like a man needs making

Turn up

Everything

Everywhere

I hear nothing but white noise

Pooring in through my thin failed skin

I’m breathing in bad air

Book another life and take me somewhere

Deep down they

Tell me I’m OK

Better start thinking

I don’t wanna be all day

I choose every second

I’m giving

Do I work for a death

Do I work for a living

I’ll sing my praises

Not to waste them

About making the call

What goes

What stays

There’s no tomorrows left

Just todays

I’m channeling something

Channeling something

Lie low

Soak up your shadow

Saddle up silk horses

Drive them through the black smoke

Lense flare

I fall deep into the heart where

Slipping on whispers

Coming up nowhere

Wanna get let through

Fat on my share

This is where we head to

Self Hell elsewhere

Hot ties lies lare

Right cuts left

And promises belly up

Wrinkel in the wet sand

My pride’s in Lalalaland

It’s my ride

I sit when you stand

Don’t mind being left at light

As long as I’m straight back

Stand up see through

Even in pitch black

We’ll know who’s fool

Give me my voice back

Untied tongue time

Run through skies till

Cloud smoke fills my rattling eyes

I’ve never been left so dead or alive

I’m bound and wild

I’m channeling something

Channeling something

Lie low

Soak up your shadow

Lie low

Soak up your shadow

Saddle up silk horses

Drive them through the black smoke