Run to the door as fast as you can, right now!
It hurts, then again, as fast as you can now!
I feel like this is the end
It's in my skin I can feel it spread
No turning back now - Cos this door won't open
Those things from the void - Creeping up on my leg
I stand for my kind - Take me instead
I'm worthless anyway - Every fuckin' cell
Every fucking cell
Black - all black
All turns black
Black
Everything turns black
Black - all black
Floating in freezing nothing - This is so different
This dark non-existence - A bit less terrifying
It's just nothing - I feel nothing
Nothing...
I feel like this is the end
Everything just runs out of hand
No turning back now - Cos this fucking door won't open
Those things from the void - Keep creeping up on my leg
Try to be brave now - For the first time in my life
I'm worthless anyway - I'd rather be dead
I must take the risk to dive - deeper to the darkness
Run to the door as fast as you can, right now!
In shock, then again, as fast as you can now!
I feel like this is the end
Everything just runs out of hand
I know that this is the end
I know that this is the end...
Throwing softness and subtlety to the wind, Stockholm's Lowrider raze a molten, stoner-rock warpath, all fuzzy riffs and percussive grit. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 19, 2020