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The bus is so stuffy, the direction is wrong
The only thing I can do is to sing another song
I had no idea how it all would end
There's a monster inside me tearing me apart
And down there on my neck I can feel my raging heart
I have nowhere to run out of my own head
And if someone tells me: 'You have seen it all before'
And if someone tells this kind of shit - I'll just close the door!
Cause there is no home for my parted heart
There's no home for my parted heart
Hysterical laughter and the monsters in my mind
And my stomach so tied as I leave it all behind
On this rollercoaster I just realized
There is no right direction, no shelter from the storm
There are no hands that could keep me warm
Cause there is no home for my parted heart
And if someone tells me that it isn't true
I'll just punch his face with a loud FUCK YOU!
Cause there is no home for my parted heart
There's no home for my parted heart
But you kept me secure for this short time
No words and no moves, just you by my side
And I never thought I would tell you that much
And I should have murdered you, too many things you saw
But instead of this I am breaking my own law
And I'm trembling for your safety every night
And if someone tells me that I'm changing a lot
I'll just laugh to tears from the twist of this plot
Cause there is no home for my parted heart
With every journey my new life starts
There were many occurrences against my will
But I discovered that I was able to feel
And now I'm still unsure what's coming up
I know perfection can be real just for a while
Again I need to learn this very common fact
That I am sentenced to be divided into parts
That's why there's no home for my parted heart
And you glued just for a while
This parted heart of mine
And we return back where we start
And we return back where we start
When I was wandering up to my own dreams
And I realised it was better than it seemed
My heart got parted and there's no home for me
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Well, I don't care if the world goes down
Yeah, I don't care if the world goes down
It's quaint to see the world collapse
As the greatest had foretold
The days are numb, the times are hot
And I'm still so goddamn cold
I'm sick and tired of being told
To hide my abnormalities
Exhausted of being invisible
And concealing my insecurities
So I don't care if the world falls down
But if it does I'll be here to provide the sound
Apocalyptic soundtrack
I'll sit on the edge of the Earth and sing
But does it really change anything? No,
It doesn't really change...
Yeah, I'll keep distance from your kids,
I hate them anyways
But I won't get out of your streets,
Won't vanish from your space
You called us plague, how does it feel
To meet an actual defeat?
As the world's deserted the rats are out
With your kingdom at our feet
So I don't care if the world falls down
But if it does I'll be here to provide the sound
Apocalyptic soundtrack
I'll sit on the edge of the Earth and sing
But does it really change anything? No,
It doesn't really change...
But if the world falls down I will miss
Some CHARMING LITTLE THINGS
Like drinking tea in my tiny room
And screaming 'kill the facists!'
Like getting drunk and planning on
Crushing the patriarchy
Like waving madly my aro flag
And hailing the anarchy
And like sitting in the cute little venue with rainbow flags all around
And smash the dams on rivers
Like writing about severe extreme conditions in a way
Which gives me shivers
And almost getting heart attack while standing in the queue
To make my dreams come true
And losing my voice in the front row
And getting lost in the moors
So lull me to sleep when the world falls down
It surely does
I'll let the flowing water provide the sound
Apocalyptic soundtrack
I'll sit on the edge of the Earth and fall
Well, does it really change the things at all? No,
It does it really change the things at all? No,
It doesn't really change...
Well, I don't care if the world falls down
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New Flow
02:14
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My mind is dead, I’m getting colder,
My body rots but I am still alive
You’ll see – they say – when you are older
I’m an old fuck and things are still out of my sight
I buried me in heart of the forest
There’s nothing on my grave but sticks and stones
I let mankind cry over my existence
While I am crawling away on my broken bones
I close the window without falling out
I’ll cut this burden away off my chest
Yeah, let them hope I found the right one
For fucked up people I can only wish the best
Yeah, let them crawl into the night
Let the oppression grow
My energy is too precious to fight
I’ll be off with the new flow
I’m sneaking softly into my head
Oh God, oh what a darkness, what a mess!
The voices shout outside my window
And my fists are hitting walls without a rest
Beloved red cloud, embrace me gently
So next day I don’t remember what I’ve done
Why am I alone in this fucking bedlam
Unable to reach sweet and tiny piece of sun?
Yeah, I am crawling into the night
Let the oppression grow
My hands become too weak to fight
My garden drowns in snow
Yeah, put your hands down on my head
Please, hide me from this world
Let it not be my last breath
But only my last chord
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Yap Snow Piwniczna Zdrój, Poland
Folk punk solo project from Piwniczna, PL. I play DIY shit recorded with the microwave, I'm trans, angry and fuck you.
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