Letra da Música Malachite de Lydia Ainsworth

The red car is the one
The one that goes all on its own
Just pull it back
Watch it race across the floor

I marked a black cross
With the heel of my mother's shoe
I won't tell a soul
Blame it on the man this afternoon

The Internet is dead
The Internet is gone
It can't get you here
Apple blossom don't you fear

I found a stone out on the lawn
Shining black with veins of green
On a hunt for ancient bones
Turned up something strange indeed

[at 3pm sharp]
My arms will slowly rise
[best not to fight it]
Here's to coming home alive
The Internet is dead
The Internet is gone
It can't get you here
Apple blossom don't you fear