Track written , composed and produced by Megan and VMD

Dontbotherme - Megan (VMD)

Edge Of The Knife

(Ohhh)

Yeah

When l die
Will you even cry for me
Will you even ride for me
Will you even cry for me
When I die
Will you even cry for me
Will you even ride for me
Will you even fuckin miss me

Yeah
Tell me what's going on inside your head now, l don't want to lie today love
I don't want to know what you want now
I've been dying slowly
Every time and night lm feeling so sick
Demons inside my head going crazy
Pain inside it goes deep deep deep
I don't Want to lie  just leave me
Crying at my grave yard
Dying very slow
I don't want to lie  now tonight l will die young

When I die
Will you even fuckin miss me
Will you even think about me
Will you even love me 
When l die young will you miss me
If l die now will you think about 
When die young will you miss me 
If l die now will you think about me 
I don't know shit 
I'm dying slowly 


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when l die {lyrics in the description}

Naissance is a calm, patient and joyful composition about conception, the birth of the new, the joys of spring, growth and development.

NAISSANCE

Coming soon! We pretend to be fine.
There's a fire in the wastelands. What's mine?
Waste of time.
There's a fire.
We Survive.

There's a crack in the side of the farm.
You would think that they'd run, but they stay.
Waste the light.
Avoid the night.
Stay alive. 

There's a river that's flowing with gold.
That you get, when you're good, if you're old.
Waste of life.
Taste the Night.
Stoke the fire.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

There's a message we sent to the sky.
Imagine that won't be getting too far.
Trip the wire.
To the stars.
To the stars.

There's a man on the moon, and he's heating a Spoon.
As he looks sadly down on the earth.
There's a cow.
What's that now?
Holy cow.

Wee Willie runs through the town.
Crying loud as he seeks them all out.
Get to bed.
In your head.
Go to bed.

All you've got left are some rust, cans of peaches.
A pile of old vizzes and porn.
A fray bentos pie and your rosy complexion.
There's no one left you rely on. 

A bust of Beethoven, a packet of suet.
A commemorative plate, a Princess Di coin.
An overfilled ashtray, a battered red jumper.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

Interstellar... Toodle-oo

In The Red

Hide And Seek

Roll Your Sleeves

Rivers

Comatosed In Your Arms

Some Kind of Departure

gericueca, sr manteiga e amigos juntam-se para 

em meia volta

If you've ever felt alone, then you are in the right place
Flower Boy 
Join the Garden!

Hide And Seek

X Alexei