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Cracks Video (MV)




Performed By: Kirk Tiller
Length: 2:56
Written by: Kirk Tiller




Kirk Tiller - Cracks Lyrics




September winds and a lunar eclipse
Dread spreads his wings and licks his lips
A foul air drips from my head
I don't remember feeling anything
It rises inside, a light that has died
The lies that you hide, conspired and designed

Slipping through the cracks and I'm on my back
Leaning in to hold onto
A steadfast grip with a
Temporary lapse on a bloody axe
Guillotine drops ever closer
Will it ever stop, will it ever reach
My forbidden neck or my hands
That tap a beat relentlessly
Impulsed to what does repulse
Anyone who stands any nearer

Autumn rain, full moon rises
Take my pain, bad habits and vices
Take my heart, it cries in the night
Take my soul it, withers and dies

Slipping through the cracks and I'm on my back
Leaning in to hold onto
A steadfast grip with a
Temporary lapse on a bloody axe
Guillotine drops ever closer
Will it ever stop, will it ever reach
My forbidden neck or my hands
That tap a beat relentlessly
Impulsed to what does repulse
Anyone who stands any nearer
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September winds and a lunar eclipse
Dread spreads his wings and licks his lips
A foul air drips from my head
I don't remember feeling anything
It rises inside, a light that has died
The lies that you hide, conspired and designed

Slipping through the cracks and I'm on my back
Leaning in to hold onto
A steadfast grip with a
Temporary lapse on a bloody axe
Guillotine drops ever closer
Will it ever stop, will it ever reach
My forbidden neck or my hands
That tap a beat relentlessly
Impulsed to what does repulse
Anyone who stands any nearer

Autumn rain, full moon rises
Take my pain, bad habits and vices
Take my heart, it cries in the night
Take my soul it, withers and dies

Slipping through the cracks and I'm on my back
Leaning in to hold onto
A steadfast grip with a
Temporary lapse on a bloody axe
Guillotine drops ever closer
Will it ever stop, will it ever reach
My forbidden neck or my hands
That tap a beat relentlessly
Impulsed to what does repulse
Anyone who stands any nearer
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Writer: Kirk Tiller
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