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Void
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Skladba Void vyšla 10. ledna 2026 IJM Productions na albu Void - Single
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Datum vydání10. ledna 2026
ŠtítekIJM Productions
JazykEnglish
Melodičnost
Akustičnost
Valence
Tanečnost
Energie
BPM

Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Isaiah Mclaughlin
Isaiah Mclaughlin
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaiah Mclaughlin
Isaiah Mclaughlin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Isaiah Mclaughlin
Isaiah Mclaughlin
Producer

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(Ahh Babadee)
(Void)
(Void)
(Void)
Where do the morals go
When the lights get low?
When the void starts
Calling your name
Are they written in stone
Or fold in the flame?
Where do the morals go
Gold teeth on a scale
In the back of the mind
Every choice leaves
A fingerprint behind
Sunday sermons
In a cracked screen
Halo glitching
In the in between
Mama said right
Don't bend for the rain
But the road keeps
Humming another name
Mama said right
Don't bend for that rain
But the road keeps
Humming another name
Every yes costs
Something to lose
Every truth wears
A different suit
Every promise learns
How to bend
When the means
Start justifying the end
Where do the morals go
When the lights get low
When the void starts
Calling your name
Are they written in stone
Or fold in the flame?
Where do the morals go
When the lights get low
When the void starts
Calling your name
Are they written in stone
Or fold in the flame?
Paper crowns on a
Head full of doubt
Selling silence
Just to be loud
Handshake deals with
A crossed out line
Clean conscience
On borrowed time
Hearts weigh heavy
Like pockets of lead
When you feed the
Wolf that you never fed
Hearts weigh heavy
Like pockets of lead
When you feed the
Wolf that you never fed
Oh!
Every yes costs
Something to lose
Every truth wears
A different suit
Every promise learns
How to bend
When the means
Start justifying the end
Where do the morals go
When the lights get low
When the void starts
Calling your name
Are they written in stone
Or fold in the flame?
Where do the morals go
When the lights get low
When the void starts
Calling your name
Are they written in stone
Or fold in the flame?
(Ahh Babadee)
Where do the morals go?
Written by: Isaiah Mclaughlin
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