

Song
No Face No Trace
Ollifax
•3:31•145 BPM•F•hip-hop•dark
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No lone-wolf talk - that's dead weight. Hand on the rope, hard fight. Sand, snow, smoke, rain: different maps, same pain.
Musical Details
BPM
145
Key
F
Camelot
F
ISRC
QT3FH2624325
Credits
ComposerOllifax
LyricistOllifax
ProducerPeter Jaffray
MixingOllifax
MasteringOllifax
Copyright & Legal
Ollifax Music
PublisherOllifax Music
LabelOllifax Music
LicenseAll Rights Reserved
Recorded inNunavut
Lyrics
Yeah Hold Cold Step Hold the tether, don't fold Cold world, stay cold North Star, road froze Step slow, don't fold Hold the tether, don't fold Whiteout, eyes closed No face, no trace Step slow, don't fold I was raised where the daylight dies Black spruce cuttin' up a white sky Breath froze, but the blood stayed live Rope tied tight when the wind went blind No lone wolf talk, that's dead weight Storm don't care what a man say Steel toe print on a frost bit road If one man slips, then the whole line breaks Learned that young in the twenty four night No fire, no signal, no soft light Only thing between a grave and home Was a hand on the rope and a hard fight I don't flex what I never earned I respect what the cold world burned Welders, riggers, loggers in the dark Men with scars that the rich don't learn Hold the tether, don't fold Cold world, stay cold North Star, road froze Step slow, don't fold Hold the tether, don't fold Whiteout, eyes closed No face, no trace Step slow, don't fold I been sand, snow, smoke, rain Different maps but the same pain Ukraine mud, Afghan dust Africa heat with a cold aim I don't talk, I observe first Every proud man got a weak nerve Every tyrant got a clean suit Every snake got a sweet word I seen power make cowards bold I seen law let the rotten grow So I walk with a quiet code Justice comes when the trail goes cold No dealer crown, that's a weak throne Lazy man game with a cheap soul Poison hands tryna tax the poor I don't bow to a fool's gold No address, no online ghost No bright chain, no loud post Just a metronome step in the dead of night And a North Star burned in a frostbit coat What if I turn into what I hunt. What if the cold got too deep in my blood. What if the rope on my wrist goes black. What if the man in the storm looks back. I hold the line but the line holds me I keep my word but it don't come free I hate the crown, but I know that blade Can make a king out of what I hate Hold the tether, don't fold Cold world, stay cold North Star, road froze Step slow, don't fold Hold the tether, don't fold Whiteout, eyes closed No face, no trace Step slow, don't fold Hold the tether, don't fold Cold world, stay cold North Star, road froze Step slow, don't fold Tie the rope Watch the snow North Star gone Still we know Hold Cold Step slow
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