Uploaded February 2021 | Updated September 2026, 2 hours ago
From the full length album "Sunbreather," out now on Facedown Records.
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Facebook: facebook.com/Fallstar
Lyrics
Because we’re back. All black. American heart attack. Little smoke blowin’ out my stack. Voice is raspy, but no cracks. White iron I don’t snap. I just flex into a deadly weapon poundin’ on your back, in the hands of the Art God. Archons bowin‘ at the feet of Jesus, chained to the fools makin’ music for their egos. I just wanna scratch at my desk in my basement. Not scared of the dark, but I’m afraid of blank pages. Light up. With compassion as your vessel . Light up. And may grace rest upon your head. Growth pains. Counter weight. Shifting like tectonic plates. Don’t want no Love like Kurt Cobain. Tryna live and keep my brain sharp. Like a lions claw, butcher knife, bone saw. And when I die and I’m fading away. I hope I’m replaced, by drums and the bass. Hope this beat blows your Corolla stereo. Caught in a river of color and love. Exploring the stars in unicorn blood. I save my breath now for only speaking words of love. And I starved my brain for oxygen finishing this song. So light up. Good things come slow. Good things come. Good things come when you’re doing what you want. And then you will know little lamb of God... That the beast is within YOU. Light up.
From the full length album "Sunbreather," out now on Facedown Records.
Online Store: facedown.merchnow.com/collections/Fallstar
Spotify: open.spotify.com/album/60mGyO79l5tzOQl0yW0lrk
Apple Music: itunes.apple.com/album/id/1536648936
Facebook: facebook.com/Fallstar
Lyrics
Because we’re back. All black. American heart attack. Little smoke blowin’ out my stack. Voice is raspy, but no cracks. White iron I don’t snap. I just flex into a deadly weapon poundin’ on your back, in the hands of the Art God. Archons bowin‘ at the feet of Jesus, chained to the fools makin’ music for their egos. I just wanna scratch at my desk in my basement. Not scared of the dark, but I’m afraid of blank pages. Light up. With compassion as your vessel . Light up. And may grace rest upon your head. Growth pains. Counter weight. Shifting like tectonic plates. Don’t want no Love like Kurt Cobain. Tryna live and keep my brain sharp. Like a lions claw, butcher knife, bone saw. And when I die and I’m fading away. I hope I’m replaced, by drums and the bass. Hope this beat blows your Corolla stereo. Caught in a river of color and love. Exploring the stars in unicorn blood. I save my breath now for only speaking words of love. And I starved my brain for oxygen finishing this song. So light up. Good things come slow. Good things come. Good things come when you’re doing what you want. And then you will know little lamb of God... That the beast is within YOU. Light up.
