Musica de Amirtha Kidambi del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Amirtha Kidambi tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Lyrics, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para perfeccionar su
[Verse 1]
Artlessly falling through overstretched arms
Delivers the night underground, a hole
I spool splintered smiles around your gray
Eyes, sparklers devouring The Southern Cross
Old patterns crystallize, form double salt
I feign to dissolve, eighty-eight stars wild
[Verse 2]
Cards leak our future, decidedly wild
The Fool: unnumbered, white roses in arms
Feathers in hair and his heart sieving salt
I grip my reveal, an ace in the hole
Thе Hierophant hoisting a triple cross
Two fingers skyward in homagе to gray
[Verse 3]
Pull my hair, dulling from neon to gray
Totaling childish fancies gone wild
Rescind these feint lines drawn too late across
My odd face, keep the bubbling ghosts at arm's
Length, find a last-ditch way to swallow whole
The tastings of a life below the salt
[Verse 4]
Trucks blanket Brooklyn with sheets of street salt
Shoes secrete outlines of mountainous gray
Snowdrops not yielding this winterized whole
Sale storm, a feasting of wool to breed wild
Sweat, wetting regrettable prints on arms
Denial soaps gentle lies on the cross
[Verse 5]
We bear, sweating plastic whiskey, eyes cross
Cloudy rim pulsing and happy with salt
Dizzy circles blur into two tonearms
Medicinal clicks squeeze sleep out of gray
Mourning windows, my clarity blows wild
Reasons, ever-forming, down that black hole
[Verse 6]
You wouldn't call it that, but it's a hole
Smothering lackluster limits we cross
The prognosis clings to my mouth, a wild
Hurling of bottleneck wounds rubbed with salt
The chill of your love (Love fading to gray)
Unfolds as a serpentine race of arms
[Outro]
A hole-in-one warns me, not worth his salt
Crosscut that arctic orbit as a gray
Whale, wild, breaching, to hell with your wrong arms