At the end of an age, in the space between epochs, it is not the time to bury your head in the sand. If you come across evil, call it for what it is.
Use the energy, or it will use you.
This song has quite the backstory. It kept me alive and out of a situation that could’ve been an endgame. A supreme catch 22.
Before you go listen, let me get my word in:
THERE IS NOTHING MORE BEAUTIFUL AND LIBERATING THAN EMANCIPATING URSELF BY BECOMING YOUR OWN SONG AND DANCE.
That’s what Lucky Strikes is.
For everyone who’s been through abuse or is going through it now — there is another side and babylove you will not even recognize your beautiful self by the time you are halfway there!!!
I hope you find yourself in this music and can dance to it. Set yourself free.
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Official music video is coming in the future. For now, vibe with the song.
LYRICS:
Written by Tesstamona
LUCKY STRIKES
Civilized men are worse than savages they know they can violate without having their skulls split Where does it end lines in the sand we crossed em thousands of miles ago they're too well entertained to take note Beware the midnight prowler with red swollen eyes a bloodlust for power and a pack of Lucky Strikes into my own hands I'm thinkin' bout doin the most damned if you do and damned if you don’t into my own hands I'm thinkin' bout doin the most damned if you do and damned if you don’t but you can never let rabid dogs roam Lucky Strikes Lucky Strikes won't you strike out on the edge of my knife Lucky Strikes Lucky Strikes brass case 140 grain it's my lucky night Civilized men are worse than savages they know they can hide their ways behind mimicking emotions parasitic entities possess those around me the times we live for are not to be shrugged off won't pretend it's love and light just to coddle your delusions Beware the midnight prowler with red swollen eyes a bloodlust for power and a pack of Lucky Strikes into my own hands I'm thinkin bout doin the most damned if you do and damned if you don’t into my own hands I'm thinkin bout doin the most damned if you do and damned if you don’t but you can never let rabid dogs roam Lucky Strikes Lucky Strikes won't you strike out on the edge of my knife Lucky Strikes Lucky Strikes brass case 140 grain it's my lucky night I don’t care ‘bout being palatable please remember even bitters are medicinal what is with this bubble wrap nation it’s our job to sing truth in creation predators feed on souls in shadows but I know, I know what he’s done I know, I know what he’s done I know, I know what he’s done.. damned if you do, and damned if you don’t but you can NEVER, LET RABID DOGS ROAM Lucky Strikes Lucky Strikes won't you strike out on the edge of my knife Lucky Strikes Lucky Strikes brass case 140 grain it's my lucky night
Modern civilization has much to answer for
Damned, this is good, Tesstamona - REALLY good! ☺️
And rhyming "most" with "don't"? That's tight 🫡
Well done!