Dog Rotten - The Descent (Official Music Video)

Описание: The official music video for The Descent by Dog Rotten

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Oz Craggs at Hidden Track Studios
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Directed, filmed and edited by Travel Ink Media
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lyrics:

Hollow out my bones.
Spitting out my soul.
Thrown to the wolves and pulled apart the body from it's host.
The echoes of the ghosts swallowing me whole.
A shell I dwell where no one knows, dreaming that I'll leave the coast.
To sail the undertow.
Pray we stay afloat
and float between an under-dose and overload to comatose.
Still I roam alone.
But I still feel you close.
I'll follow footsteps in the snow hoping I can make it home.

With the highest of the highs.
Come the lowest of the lows.
Sell your soul.
Hell is cold.
A shell upon the coast in the descent that's where we see the ghosts.

That's where we see the ghosts.
I still feel them close.
Yeah, I still feel you close.

Medusa's seduced ya and turned you to stone.
She will use and abuse ya then leave you alone.
Hung out to dry you got nowhere to go.
Chasing the high and it's taking you low.

Now watch me dive.
Dive into the deep end.
Sink into the feeling high watch me die.

Watch me die.
Watch me die.
Watch me die.
Sink into the feeling high watch me die.

The womb that bore the Minotaur reared it to be feared.
Wools pulled over your eyes before it's clear you need to sheer.
Ridiculous, I'm Icarus crashing to the ground.
Philosophy is washed on me I'm lost I can't be found.
Throw down a hand to hold to hold you down you choke.
Hold your breath, so close to death the poison is the antidote.
The reapers' seeds are sewn beneath da feet to grow.
I'll follow footsteps in the snow hoping I can make it home.

With the highest of the highs.
Come the lowest of the lows.
Sell your soul.
Hell is cold.
A shell upon the coast in the descent that's where we see the ghosts.

Dive into the deep end.
Sink into the feeling high watch me as I die I demise as we descend.