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Needle-Lit Nights (Red-Clock Demon) 2 by Jackson

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Needle-Lit Nights (Red-Clock Demon) 2 by Jackson - Metal music cover art

Needle-Lit Nights (Red-Clock Demon) 2

Metal

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Lyrics
Description
Featuring Derpy -♪ Hey, somebody say, hey, hey, hey, hey-oh... hey-oh... hey-oh... hey-oh... hey-oh. Hey, somebody say, hey, hey... ♪
Rock'n'roll guitar riff
Chorus — classic song french-ish bass line
Headphone hardware
Instrumental rock
Charge
Chorus
Instrumental rock
16-bar instrumental
Dips and treble, low guitars
Heavy double bass, low synth pad
Decimant lead, tempo one to the B
Instrumental rock
Stone kisses flame
Taste metal on tin
Fading map moon
The dark road pulls me in
Needles bloom like iron winter flowers
Both red-clocked shining splintered hours
Red-cocked demon watches from the pain
He winds my wrist and counts another vein
Tremor in the thumb
Taste of rust and glass
Hallway of the hollow
Footsteps never pass
A silver tremor shakes the hand I loan
Whispered numbers on a rusted phone
Needle ignites
Demons bite the light
Needle ignites
Demons bite the light
Red-clocked demon wind the dial
Keep time tight
Needle ignites
He steals the fight
Instrumental rock
Burned metal skin
A spider-tracked vein
Spoon-shadowed stories in the ash and rain
Concrete taste of glass bleeds my tongue
Lips hold the hymn that keeps me numbed and young
He presses numbers into marrow bone
The red-clock blinks the hours I don't own
A catalogue of hollows
Stamped and signed
Petty king of poison
Merchants of my mind
Hands go cold
But the habit grows warm
A lullaby of sickness
A crooked tongue
Needle ignites
Demons bite the light
Needle ignites
Demons bite the light
Red-clocked demon wind the dial
Hold me tight
Needle ignites
He eats the night
Night
Night
Ah
Ah
Instrumental rock
Sinking deep behind the joy he grins
Cold as mirrored skins and sins
Clawing down the neck of daylight's hand
The red-clocked demon grinds my numbers again
I taste an apple of every wasted prayer