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Murder’ doesn’t necessarily tell a specific story with a beginning, middle and end. The track is merely a reflection of the darker parts of the mind and how the cold world can harden a broken soul.
Digging for Kanky
Digging for Kanky – Murder Lyrics
I’ve been in the cold,
Just trying to find my place,
And now we’re growing old,
Scary pace,
You lost me in the snow,
And I can’t feel my face,
Now Hell is where I go,
And Murder is the case,
If anything has taught me at all,
It’s that I never get caught when I fall,
And if I can’t walk then I’ll crawl,
Like the Stark boy north of the wall,
Up a mountain in the north of Nepal,
Green boots and blue faces, contorted and all,
Take my phone an shoelaces and talk to the wall,
Cos Murder’s only seconds from a talk and brawl,
And now it’s fingerprints and chalk on the wall,
I’ve done things that’d shock an appal,
I find trouble like a dog and a ball,
So now they want to keep me locked in a stall,
I’ve learnt lessons and forgotten em all,
So break me out and I ain’t stopping at all,
Cos I ain’t bothered at all, you can grovel and pray,
They say God giveth life, I just taketh away,
So now im sitting at the dock but its not at the bay,
While they’re trying to find the bodies that have rotten away,
There’s no way,
I’ve been in the cold,
Just trying to find my place,
And now we’re growing old,
Scary pace,
You lost me in the snow,
And I can’t feel my face,
Now Hell is where I go,
And Murder is the case,
I don’t know why I’m so self destructive,
Hell’s seductive,
Pillow talk to roll over and cold shoulder,
Hyperthermia I think that I prefer with ya,
It wasn’t like that earlier, I guess we’re growing old,
I suppose we’re getting cold, the petals froze upon the rose,
I chose to walk a lonely road and Heaven knows I’m so self destructive,
Hell’s seductive, tell them such is, life’s a fuckries,
Too much of a muchness, the look that I’m stuck with,
Shifting the gear for something good in my clutches,
Eating from the bin of Butchers,
That sold tripe, I’m alright, just ungrateful,
Tell the tale that’s much fabled, as long as my lungs able,
I run to the Sun, promised my Son from days old,
Stay in the snow and stay cold,
Unbalanced, Unstable
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