Lip Critic - Talon (Official Video)

“Talon” by Lip Critic from Theft World, out May 1 on Partisan Records: https://lipcritic.lnk.to/talon Pre-order on CD and silver metallic LP: https://lipcritic.lnk.to/TheftWorld ᡶꪖꪶꪮ᭢ Lip Critic Director - Colter Fellows Producer - Tiger Horny DoP - Jon Gourlay Stedi - Franz Brun Drone Pilot - Stephon Archibald Gaffer - John Peters AC - Maduma Mihindukulasuriya Grip - Max Cohen BTS - Brian Karlsson Edit/Color - Colter Fellows Jacket - Ramon Rivera Angel - Johnny Zito Thanks to @analoga Palamar Productions FOLLOW: FACEBOOK: http://LipCritic.lnk.to/facebook INSTAGRAM: http://LipCritic.lnk.to/instagram TWITTER: http://LipCritic.lnk.to/twitter SPOTIFY: http://LipCritic.lnk.to/spotify APPLE MUSIC: http://LipCritic.lnk.to/tiktok YOUTUBE: http://LipCritic.lnk.to/youtube BANDCAMP: http://LipCritic.lnk.to/bandcamp TIKTOK: http://LipCritic.lnk.to/tiktok LYRICS And now you’re dancing with a body Barley the size of the beam And it’s exactly what you came for But now there’s no one there to see It doesn’t matter how much weight’s pulled Pulled up from the shower drain Marrow pours from the bones breaks And collagen out of the brain And now you keep Everything everything everything Everything everything at arms length Everything everything everything Everything everything out of reach Can’t touch you I can’t even make out a shape You threw the papers in the deep fryer Cranked up at 388 You’re hoping no one finds the way back And hoping no one finds the trail Hacked up with a slick tongue And send the chunks off in the mail But when you say that Now what’s the first thing that you wanna take back Your blood boils and you don’t deserve the pay back Oh send it out kill it out till it may catch And you keep Everything everything everything Everything everything at arms length Everything everything everything Everything everything out of reach Out of our time Out of myself Out on the lines Hoping to die World splitter Love giver There's no fee plus a thousand to feel that Hate spiller Cutting through pictures that spill out the bag Filling the tank pouring over the glass Won’t be the first and you won’t be the last Light up your life put the world in the gas And sun burst in my palm Sun burst in my palm A sun burst in my palm (And sun burst in my palm) (And sun burst in my palm) Lattice Of bodies Torn Like lace Flooded lungs Sour grapes