At Races from The Spin by Messa
"This song is about the pressure we feel coming from the outside world. Expectation often is the root of pain and we sense the strain of the weight other people lay upon our shoulders. This song is born from our devotion to Killing Joke’s sonic language: our use of chorus-laden guitar tapestries and synthesizers is a nod to their work during the ‘80s." - Messa
Tracklist
| 2. | At Races | 6:00 |
Videos
Lyrics
Judge and watch
Time to shine
Dust on soil
Their poisoned wine
Concrete blocks
Under the sun
And all keeps
Spinning around
Waiting for me to run…
Waiting for me to run…
Panting dream
Silent cry
Rush my dear
Galloping time
Fiery eyes
Stubborn tonight
And all sweeps
Below the ground
Waiting for me to run…
Waiting for me to run!
Biting like a horse
At races
Every stare
Weighs on my saddle bags
Kicking like a horse
At races
Every stare
Weighs on my severed head
Cause I’m cursed
And I run
Cause I’m cursed
And I run
Cause I’m cursed
And I run
I am the air
You fail to grasp
Through hell and high water
My will to last
Wide open eyes
Nowhere to crash
Heartbeat goes up
Nothing to prove
Biting like a horse
At races
Every stare
Weighs on my saddle bags
Kicking like a horse
At races
Every stare
Weighs on my severed head
Credits
License
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Messa emerged on the first day of 2014. The extreme diversity of their musical background immediately proved to be essential in the construction of the band’s sound: Prog, Black Metal, Punk, Dark Ambient, jazz, Blues and Doom… all those influences have been channelled into a sonic cauldron that the band defines “Scarlet Doom”.