epitaph from stories by otherness

It’s happening again
So many want their pound of flesh
Why not take me whole
And crush my bones into my soul
Leave nought but dust alive
I think I might stay alive

I’m just waiting for a brand new day
No remorse or distepping is in my way
And I’ll be dancing with the light stepping beat
No more swooning around your desperate dead men’s feet

It’s happening again
Nobody wants to turn the tide
Why not stand alone?
And leave the sheep to learn to roam
Only fools will die en masse
I think I like staying last

I’m not your canvas
I’m not your clay
I’m not here to be molded or thrown away
I’m not your clay

I’m just waiting for a brand new day
No remorse of distepping is in my way
And I’ll be dancing, dancing

• Alternative
• atmospheric
• downtempo
• film music
• trip hop
• Brighton