Relics of old

Relics of old

High pitched female, electronic mix, Pop, Bass, Catchy, Exaggerating, Upbeat.

04:38

Lyrics

Relics of old

[Intro]

[Bass plays]

(Ooooohh)

(Oooohhhh)

(Oooohhhh)

[Verse 1]
Is it bad luck?
When lightning struck.
Chasing false skies,
When your allies-

Realize that your- bad luck!

[Pre-Chorus]
Nothing more than a-
blank canvas.
A used up carcass,
Left without a word left of say.

[Chorus]
Turn to the black cat,
Find it amongst the white.
There’s no getting out of sight,
Filled along the canvas that-

Makes everything unreal, Feel so surreal.

[Music continues, vocals pause]

[Verse 2]
Who can I say, (Who can I?)
When they all pray.
For the first one who-
Was born anew.

New life, Free of,
The hurt from love. (Love)
Banquets that portray-
Those who stand today.

That’s why we always turn-

[Beat kicks in]

[Chorus]
Turn to the black cat,
Find it amongst the white.
There’s no getting out of sight,
Filled along the canvas that-

Chalks up to bloody luck!

[Music continues without vocals]

[Bridge]
The relics of old, (Turns dust, be hold)
Only though mouth told-
Ancient prophets discriminate. (Bad tongue)
Where couldeth thou originate?
Born of misfortune,
Is it I? Out of tune. (Am I not perfect?)
From the black cat,
Tell this to that-

For luck only runs for so long!

[Music kicks]

[Chorus]
Turn to the black cat-


Your bad luck!

Doo da doo da doo!
Doo da doo da doo!

Your bad luck!

Doo da doo da doo!
Doo da doo da doo!

So we turn to the black cat!


Your bad luck!

Doo da doo da doo!
Doo da doo da doo!

Your bad luck!

Doo da doo da doo!
Doo da doo da doo!

So we turn to the black cat!

New life, Free of,
The hurt from love. (Love)
Banquets that portray-
Those who stand today.

That’s why we always turn-

[Beat kicks in]

[Chorus]
Turn to the black cat,
Find it amongst the white.
There’s no getting out of sight,
Filled along the canvas that-

Chalks up to bloody luck!

[Music continues without vocals]



Your bad luck!

[End]