Skin from Vanishing Grove by Zantilla

Draped in magnetic hide
pulling bullets toward me
in umber sleeves, I bob and weave
but few seem to believe, they say
"it's high fashion, not high mortality
I see no abnormality, no brutality
don't lie to me"
well if you want my threat, come take it
but if you ain't born dead, it's hard to fake it

we were taught to hate this skin
yet we watch those without it
with thirsty eyes pretend that they do
you wanna walk and talk like us
but you don't wanna die for it
and lucky for you, y'all never do
you can play dress up all you want
and take it off when you get tired of it
and believe me you will
because the moment we demand
the space we deserve, you will remember
who you really are

• Electronic
• chiptune
• digifu
• digital fusion
• progressive
• Waterloo