Here is the first track of a new project of mine. Ben Obee and I wrote this song a few years ago and it sat on my hard drive until Nikki Wright took it and gave it new life. Enjoy.
Vocals: Nikki Wright
Production: Gene Lee & Ben Obee
Lyrics:
A seed
Floret received from the lion
A hazy cloud as I think back
Her wings were white,
His blood was black.
She flew
Yet stood most tall, the Queen of
Enshrouding all we were (trapped)
Her song she warned us,
We should capture
And heed her every last word
Don't fight, you can't stay away
Long night won't hide the light of day
His chains take hold, invisible
But slaves can't beg to be resold
Love not the panacea in your hands
He'll tend to wounds received within the blight
Dark as the night, his heartless soul
Once a glowing star, but now it's growing old
Radiation fighting to sustain its hold
Cold as the Arctic ice, his tricks
I'm polarized but deny his fix
Lies ferment,
I'm fighting this descent
Won't let my heart be spent
The Sphinx, wish I had known her words were sane
I played another pawn within a Savage game
Begging the usurper, "Please, stake ya claim"
A fool to let him course through my skin
His eyes, a high any addict lets in
The haze? It hides the nuance in my thoughts
Lady, I know the riddle not.
