Outsider from Slowride by Tryphème

My ears prick up in the steam
Blood in my mouth, ready to win

My legs are too long and thin,
If I don't make it, you may taste my meat.


Betting on me is a sin
a tear in your eyes, when I’m in the lead.


I don’t need to be whipped,
I don’t want to please, just let me break in.


Outsider


Outsider


Outsider

God’s favorite in the death seat,
I’ll be your lucky charm, if you call upon me.


Now there’s nothing left to win,
The trace of my shoe is etched on your skin


The trace of my shoe is etched on your skin


The trace of my shoe is etched on your skin


The trace of my shoe is etched on your skin


Blood in my mouth,
I don’t need to be whipped

• Electronic
• Experimental
• abstract
• ambient
• France