Iceberg from Iceberg / Cocoon by Othersproof

All my life I’ve been the tip of an iceberg
Keeping my observers unaware
Of the battlefield ready to emerge
From its concealed depths
The armies on its surface to which I’ll surrender
And turn power power
And turn power over

Sooner or later, they’ll crash into me
I’ll overflow their boats, sink their ships
A prayer for drought
Hungry for sleep
Their borders flooded
My men’s weapons loaded

Their anchor taking them further into
The storm of my wrath, the storm of my wrath
The currents deciding for them of the
The upcoming path, the upcoming path

The things gone awry
When the blood inside’s run dry
And it’s become our endless story
To breathe through a body gone arid

The drought of our blood
The flood has drowned out the road
We can no longer tell it apart
From the wanderings of our cold hearts

His body became a warning
For the others not to turn into
Strange how blood has to be wiped away
As soon as it leaves a trace

Sooner or later, they’ll crash into me
I’ll overflow their boats, sink their ships
A prayer for drought
Hungry for sleep
Their borders flooded
My men’s weapons loaded

Their anchor taking them further into
The storm of my wrath, the storm of my wrath
The currents deciding for them of the
The upcoming path, the upcoming path

The things gone awry
When the blood inside’s run dry
And it’s become our endless story
To breathe through a body gone arid

The things gone awry
When the blood inside’s run dry
And it’s become our endless story
To breathe through a body gone arid

Your roots, one day they won’t grow back
If you keep tearing, tearing them out
Keep them buried deep within the ice
Or the blood inside will grow black
Conceal them within the dark underground
Until they’re ready to open their eyes

• French pop
• Pop
• dream pop
• electronic pop
• synth pop
• synthpop
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