UNDER THE BED – 'Slouch Off' [OFFICIAL VIDEO]

Under The Bed
“SLOUCH OFF”

Lyrics:

Your manners terrorize me
Got all the kids here in a headlock, won’t get away
I sliced your brain, I found clay
We all saw it! You can’t keep fake-faking!

Your heart is dead like MySpace
It’s clear you blanked all your emotions, cast ‘em away
Your tone is always irate
Got all the kids here in a frenzy, hoping they’ll break.

Your face preoccupies me
I saw you lurching in the barnyard, prancing around
I sliced your heart, I got Maced
You’re so proud: you almost gouged my eyeballs out

Stand like a pylon but you won’t have power
My reaction to your tasks is a task without vowels

Forgot to check your Myspace?
Don’t worry Chet won’t even write to you anyway

Feel free to taunt me, yeah
Feel free to rip my skin to shreds
You hope to see me lose this grin

Would love to give you a taste
of what it feels to lose the will to love and create
You’d surely want to start playing, too bad we
punctured both your eardrums,
smashed your fingers up: faced!

Wait, what’s that? You mad?
What d’you want from me?
See, everything is spinning out of place

You won’t have me:
I disgorged all your toxic waste
Got all the kids here in a frenzy, but they won’t break

Feel free to taunt me, yeah
your words won’t bite into this soil
You’ll never see me shed a tear
My smile won’t be ablated: won’t lose this grin
It’s something I’ll take to my grave

The hatred you sowed
won’t psych us out
We won’t cow down
The raunch of your acts sets my teeth on edge
(it’s something you’ll take to your grave)

If you reap what you sow,
you should check the clouds
We won’t cow down on you
We’re hidden in snow, breathing rainstorm

You won’t root here
We won’t cow down on you
This soil is barren
We’ll hit like a storm you’ve no roots to fight

You will not root here
This soil is barren

The hatred you sowed won’t psych us out
(You will not root here)
The raunch of your acts sets my teeth on edge
(This soil is barren)

If you reap what you sow, you should check the clouds
(You will not root here)
We’re hidden in snow, breathing rainstorm
(This soil is barren)

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lyrics by Armando Marchetti

music written & performed by:
Michele Bertocchini,
Andrea Bruciati,
Armando Marchetti,
Federico Morandi,
Joshua Pettinicchio

engineered, recorded, mixed & produced by Michele Bertocchini
@ La Tana Del Lupo (LU)

drums recordings
@ House Of Glass Studios (LU)

mastered by Davide Prew & Pamela del Sorbo
@ Studio Meda Sound (LU)

a Jackolantern Independent
video production

shot and edited by
Armando Marchetti

make-up and camera operator: Federico Morandi

press office: Marta Scaccabarozzi (19 Media Agency)

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