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BROKEN KING
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BROKEN KING è stato pubblicato il 22 novembre 2024 da CYPARISS come parte dell'album BROKEN KING - Single
22 novembre 2024
EtichettaCYPARISS
LinguaEnglish
BPM70
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Testi

[Intro] Devil May Cry
In the States, I don't mind
All my sorrows in a bottle
I pray for the future
But I'm losing fucking faith, though
I don't know
I don't see the love you show
Really, though
I count all my blessings
But I'm still below
Trapped inside this hell
Where they haven't grown
So I hit the slopes
No one's running from the snow
Cocaine on the table
Pull my heart out on the floor
I am better than before
You still asking me for more
I don't want this anymore
These days, I drown
All my sorrows in a bottle
I pray for the future
But I'm losing fucking faith, though
I don't know
I don't see the love you show
Really, though
I count all my blessings
But I'm still below
Trapped inside this hell
Where they haven't grown
So I hit the slopes
No one's running from the snow
Cocaine on the table
Pull my heart out on the floor
I am better than before
You still asking me for more
I don't want this anymore
I dug up the dirt from my past
It shattered like glass
I'm drinking too fast now
Act like it's nothing
But I won't be stopping
Until I'm passing out
Fuck everything
I traded my horns for wings
Broken kings
Surrounded and honored by all my sins
I'm working and fighting for nothing
Cause I'll never fucking win
So hold up your head high
Speak with your chest to fly
But I lost my head in a battle
So I lit the ground and died
So I'll fucking stay high
When I'm suffocating
And you're mitigating
Cause life's fucking draining
Then I'll finally breathe fine
I'll finally be fine
I scream fuck the earth
Don't be fucked up since birth
Never know myself worth
I crash and hit the curb
I speak with a slur
My thoughts don't fucking disturb
But fuck what you heard
I'm fucking suburb
You're a bitch, you can't confirm
I'm hot like I burn
I got you on worm
I fly like a bird
I'll bit the bird like Kurt Cobain
I'm insane
I see the life through rainy shades of green
I can't explain why I'm in pain
What's wrong with pain?
I will remain
Blood leaking down in the drain
I'm selling my soul in vain
I'm selling my soul to obtain
I'm selling my soul to regain
My will to entertain
These days
I drown all my sorrows in a bottle
I pray for the future
But I'm losing fucking faith though
I don't know
I don't see the love you show
Really though
I can't hold my blessings
But I'm still below
Dropped inside the cell
So I hit the slope
Snow is running from the snow
Cocaine on the table
Pull my heart out of the floor
I am better than before
You still asking me for more
I don't want this anymore
Written by: Dyachkovskiy Viktor Gavrilovich
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