Teeth

To fly on built, stolen wings and be aware of it, but afraid to let go of the power to fly high. To work with what you have been dealt and the powers that be. This is not a violent song, but a sad and angry one. Things need to change, but it is things - not people - that has to die in order to do so. 

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Lyrics
Just like a bird that stops flapping its wings
They are gonna fall; these twin towers of things. Never forget that we’re dangerous.
Wings of iron and steel
Piles of things that we steal to keep from falling
Only flying not to fall
For no reason at all

I am afraid it is already too late
What’s in your hands is what’s bringing us this fate.
Close your eyes ‘cause these wings are treacherous
Like that foul taste in your mouth
But you do not want to spit or swollow
Actions you can't see beyond
Afraid your mouth would seam hollow

What's in your hands is out of your hands
What’s in your head is out of your mind
But what’s in your mouth is also between your teeth

The same gravity that makes you kneel
Is what pulls those buildings down from the sky
Your own briused wings will heal
But some things will have to die


About the song
This is an old song that has gone trough a lot of changes. The main issue has remained the same though. Henric's rusty metal cabinet made the perfect extra instrument to the ominous feeling of the song.  

Collaborators
Robert Halvarsson has mastered the song. Robert makes electronic music that you can find here.


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