Artist: ZIGGYMAGGOT
Key Signature:
Time Signature: 4/4
Artist's Description
Rendered inert
Like a corpse in line on Friday
waiting to hit pay dirt
You got a little something there, on your shirt ...
He saved the seeds and planted them in the garden
Trying to grow a heart that won't harden on his sleeve
Hoping and Praying
Goat roping and scapegoating
The verses verboten
The words have forgotten their meaning
Surely
he'll receive a reprieve
On his worried brow, the then and there the here and now
It's a tough row to hoe, ain't it Warden, ain't it so
First the fruit softens, next thing you know
It's rotten and falls down below
They say the air is poison
But people still got to believe
Arrows and wars
Little rows of clones on the march
Are we permitted to breath ?
She was a sad girl
We called her Freedom
Tied to this makeshift hospital bed
Plugged into her machines
She swears she doesn't need them
We wrote her love letters
We prayed she'd feel better
But sometimes the ties that bind
Are dead stars and can make
You blind, so unkind, the Fates that await her fall
We wrote her virtue prescriptions
On the cracked and paint peeled wall
But now she can't read them
At all
And we fault her for our decisions
While we ride her with derision
Genre(s): Industrial, Alternative Metal, Goth Rock, Horror, Sci-Fi
Mood(s): Anxious, Dark, Eerie, Haunting, Horror
Style(s): Danger, Death, Future, Sci-Fi
Tempo: Mid Tempo
Language(s): English
Instrument(s): Bass-Electric,Drums,Guitar-Electric,Keyboard/Synthesizer,Vocals-Backing Vocals,Vocals-spoken,Vocals-Sung
Vocal Type(s): Male Vocals,Spoken Words
File Type: MP3
* Audio may contain AI generated content
Key Signature:
Time Signature: 4/4
Artist's Description
Rendered inert
Like a corpse in line on Friday
waiting to hit pay dirt
You got a little something there, on your shirt ...
He saved the seeds and planted them in the garden
Trying to grow a heart that won't harden on his sleeve
Hoping and Praying
Goat roping and scapegoating
The verses verboten
The words have forgotten their meaning
Surely
he'll receive a reprieve
On his worried brow, the then and there the here and now
It's a tough row to hoe, ain't it Warden, ain't it so
First the fruit softens, next thing you know
It's rotten and falls down below
They say the air is poison
But people still got to believe
Arrows and wars
Little rows of clones on the march
Are we permitted to breath ?
She was a sad girl
We called her Freedom
Tied to this makeshift hospital bed
Plugged into her machines
She swears she doesn't need them
We wrote her love letters
We prayed she'd feel better
But sometimes the ties that bind
Are dead stars and can make
You blind, so unkind, the Fates that await her fall
We wrote her virtue prescriptions
On the cracked and paint peeled wall
But now she can't read them
At all
And we fault her for our decisions
While we ride her with derision
Genre(s): Industrial, Alternative Metal, Goth Rock, Horror, Sci-Fi
Mood(s): Anxious, Dark, Eerie, Haunting, Horror
Style(s): Danger, Death, Future, Sci-Fi
Tempo: Mid Tempo
Language(s): English
Instrument(s): Bass-Electric,Drums,Guitar-Electric,Keyboard/Synthesizer,Vocals-Backing Vocals,Vocals-spoken,Vocals-Sung
Vocal Type(s): Male Vocals,Spoken Words
File Type: MP3
* Audio may contain AI generated content