Ashnikko - Dying Star (feat. Ethel Cain) (slowed + reverbed)
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Ashnikko - Dying Star (feat. Ethel Cain) (slowed + reverbed)
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Lyrics:
[Verse 1: Ashnikko, Both]
The ground reaches out to catch me softly in her baseball mitt
I'm tired of the dirt and grit
I want something soft
I'm a fish in a bucket, thrashing, he tried to take me out
Hooks in my mouth
Listen to me when I say, "Ouch"
I want something soft
[Pre-Chorus: Ethel Cain]
So I give into the fall, fall, fall (It's cold out here)
I need something soft
Down feathers over rocks
I died and I land with both of my hands in the mud, the mud
It felt like a God, how she held me
I slept on her shoulder, I gave her my all (Is there anyone?)
I bathеd in her waterfalls
And continued to fall, fall (I'm еntering the exosphere)
[Chorus: Ashnikko, Both]
Burnin' like a dying star
Invasive weeds rooted in my heart
Set in a crooked trajectory
The journey here was hard
I was almost pulled apart
Tryna leave this orbit, took what's left of me
[Verse 2: Ashnikko]
The forest reaches out to guide me, blue fire paths of will-o'-wisps
Illuminate the darkness's old tricks, I'm nobody's captive (Mm-mm-mm)
I asked him not to kill me politely, he drained my magic core, bottled up at the source
I washed up on a sea glass shores
I'm nobody's captive (Mm-mm-mm)
[Pre-Chorus: Ethel Cain]
It felt like a God, how she held me
I slept on her shoulder, I gave her my all
I bathed in her waterfalls
And continued to fall, fall
[Chorus: Both]
Burnin' like a dying star
Invasive weeds rooted in my heart
Set in a crooked trajectory
The journey here was hard
I was almost pulled apart
Tryina leave this orbit, took what's left of me
Burnin' like a dying star
Invasive weeds rooted in my heart
Set in a crooked trajectory
The journey here was hard
I was almost pulled apart
Tryna leave this orbit, took what's left of me
[Outro: Ashnikko]
The ground reaches out to catch me, softly in her baseball mitt
I'm tired of the dirt and grit, I want something soft