unREDog - Leaving Marks

Описание: "LEAVING MARKS", from unREDog's upcoming album, "Thoughts That Should Not Have Been", coming up November 22, 2024!

Music, lyrics, voice and drama by Red (Adi Bitran)
Production, rearrangement, guitars, mix & master and almightiness by Tom Almog (Hypnoize)

Videography and awesomeness: Alon Levin
Video production, editing, dictatorship on set: Red

Disturbing makeup and hellish FX: Anya Volkov
Red's "make me a goth chick" makeup: Osher Bitran Duek
Mask for dark rituals: Francesco Sanseverino

Dirty dancing, sacrifice, muscles & hotness: Julian Arlikh
Evil jewish nuns: Atar Abrahamson, Lillyan Yona

Black cult of doom: Oz Argaman, Guy Marcus, OM, Michal Oren, Omer Cohen, Amit Eitan, Naomi Meiri, Liora Bar Tzion, Ofir Wainstein
Bitchin' helpers on set: Rini Rikon, Jonathan Amir
Wood pro, altars specialist: Nir Cohen

Vocal production AKA dictation nerdiness, backing vocals: Davidavi Dolev

*** Special thanks to Mifal Hapayis מפעל הפיס והמועצה לתרבות for their support and help!!

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Broken masts, burning coals, hues of beasts taint my scrolls
And a distant cry impales my stars
I have fooled you just once, but this one time's sufficed
We both know there is no second glance

Then kneel now, before me, and echo my lies
My dull, self-indulged lullabies
I am not enough, I'm your passion's cold strife
That loosens your flesh to my ties

I am the damsel and her wretched lay
The outcast who stirs artists' ruins in clay
Smashing their temples and salting their aches
The burnt end of makers, the horrors they make
I'm your fate

Stronger restraints for wayward poets
In violet storms and cold opiates

I am the jester and I am the queen
The madman's sad whisper that screams "be obscene!"
The torture's ferris wheel that reeks of your sins
I am the thought that should not have been

I'm your fate
Your mistake

So gurgle a song as I pluck out your cries
Sixteen fathoms deep and six feet down your eyes
The red in redemption, the stare of your tomb
I'm your hope's hollow hole, I'm your bottle of doom

Lower your head, let me burn through your cracks
Whole-hearted obedience must leave a mark
You're the storm in my teacup, I'm your sugar-rushed tide
Running from jackals but trapped in my hide