Mission Log Eight it's October eleventh
Another chapter unfolds and never hesitant
The road's rough twists at every bend
But we move-yeah we don't pretend
TV spider creeping basilisk display
Eyes lock on the owlbear can't look away
Frozen in stone fur gone cold
A warning from the past a story retold
Road to Outskarsh twistin' windin' hard to see
We keep movin' even wounded like it's meant to be
Every scar a lesson every fight a game
Week by week the skirmish is still the same
(Still the same)
Tyro saw it coming EMP'd the scene
Spider legs twitch quick flip turned mean
A trash heap in seconds but too late for stealth
Ping to the Overseer a risk to our health
Signals out while the owlbear's down
Eyes up now gotta move before the swarm comes around
Road to Outskarsh twistin' windin' hard to see
We keep movin' even wounded like it's meant to be
Every scar a lesson every fight a game
Week by week the skirmish is still the same
Overseer's screen coordinates in frame
Nanobots released now they're hunting the game
Back at the camp TrabS had enough
"Cut the arguing out we're stronger when it's love"
Tension breaking a nod exchanged
Enemies out there not within our range
Blind old man by the campfire light
Tells us of his love turned to stone one night
TV spider found them in their quiet little home
One gaze-she's gone just statues alone
Voice breaks "I felt her fingers slip away
Now all that's left is stories turning dust to clay
TrabS - Mission log 8 (r&b, psybient) Lyrics
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Mission Log Eight it's October eleventh
Another chapter unfolds and never hesitant
The road's rough twists at every bend
But we move-yeah we don't pretend
TV spider creeping basilisk display
Eyes lock on the owlbear can't look away
Frozen in stone fur gone cold
A warning from the past a story retold
Road to Outskarsh twistin' windin' hard to see
We keep movin' even wounded like it's meant to be
Every scar a lesson every fight a game
Week by week the skirmish is still the same
(Still the same)
Tyro saw it coming EMP'd the scene
Spider legs twitch quick flip turned mean
A trash heap in seconds but too late for stealth
Ping to the Overseer a risk to our health
Signals out while the owlbear's down
Eyes up now gotta move before the swarm comes around
Road to Outskarsh twistin' windin' hard to see
We keep movin' even wounded like it's meant to be
Every scar a lesson every fight a game
Week by week the skirmish is still the same
Overseer's screen coordinates in frame
Nanobots released now they're hunting the game
Back at the camp TrabS had enough
"Cut the arguing out we're stronger when it's love"
Tension breaking a nod exchanged
Enemies out there not within our range
Blind old man by the campfire light
Tells us of his love turned to stone one night
TV spider found them in their quiet little home
One gaze-she's gone just statues alone
Voice breaks "I felt her fingers slip away
Now all that's left is stories turning dust to clay
Another chapter unfolds and never hesitant
The road's rough twists at every bend
But we move-yeah we don't pretend
TV spider creeping basilisk display
Eyes lock on the owlbear can't look away
Frozen in stone fur gone cold
A warning from the past a story retold
Road to Outskarsh twistin' windin' hard to see
We keep movin' even wounded like it's meant to be
Every scar a lesson every fight a game
Week by week the skirmish is still the same
(Still the same)
Tyro saw it coming EMP'd the scene
Spider legs twitch quick flip turned mean
A trash heap in seconds but too late for stealth
Ping to the Overseer a risk to our health
Signals out while the owlbear's down
Eyes up now gotta move before the swarm comes around
Road to Outskarsh twistin' windin' hard to see
We keep movin' even wounded like it's meant to be
Every scar a lesson every fight a game
Week by week the skirmish is still the same
Overseer's screen coordinates in frame
Nanobots released now they're hunting the game
Back at the camp TrabS had enough
"Cut the arguing out we're stronger when it's love"
Tension breaking a nod exchanged
Enemies out there not within our range
Blind old man by the campfire light
Tells us of his love turned to stone one night
TV spider found them in their quiet little home
One gaze-she's gone just statues alone
Voice breaks "I felt her fingers slip away
Now all that's left is stories turning dust to clay
Writer: Bart Grootswagers
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid