The movement of colourful trailers
Before my eyes an old movie
Slowed down, distinct frames
And too much space, between them
A subliminal suicide note
A finger to miserable thoughts
I guess the film-maker
Thought it had some flavour
I guess the film-maker
Was the traitor
Collection of past cities
Pieces of everyone's past
Broken and fixed with
The same glue that burns our brains
Appreciate the irony
Or reject the memory
Either way cold death awaits
In the space between them
The colourful trailers
The colourful containers
The traitors
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The movement of colourful trailers
Before my eyes an old movie
Slowed down, distinct frames
And too much space, between them
A subliminal suicide note
A finger to miserable thoughts
I guess the film-maker
Thought it had some flavour
I guess the film-maker
Was the traitor
Collection of past cities
Pieces of everyone's past
Broken and fixed with
The same glue that burns our brains
Appreciate the irony
Or reject the memory
Either way cold death awaits
In the space between them
The colourful trailers
The colourful containers
The traitors
Before my eyes an old movie
Slowed down, distinct frames
And too much space, between them
A subliminal suicide note
A finger to miserable thoughts
I guess the film-maker
Thought it had some flavour
I guess the film-maker
Was the traitor
Collection of past cities
Pieces of everyone's past
Broken and fixed with
The same glue that burns our brains
Appreciate the irony
Or reject the memory
Either way cold death awaits
In the space between them
The colourful trailers
The colourful containers
The traitors
Writer: Rémy Bocquillon
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid