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Bound
Rock
Bound è stato pubblicato il 30 marzo 2026 da Weather Worn Ltd. come parte dell'album Twenty-Third Album
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Data di uscita30 marzo 2026
EtichettaWeather Worn Ltd.
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM157

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bryan Bridges
Bryan Bridges
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryan Bridges
Bryan Bridges
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bryan Bridges
Bryan Bridges
Engineer

Testi

I'm gonna take all the richness
I can afford
Walk straight up and through
It with my two-sided sword
Break the curse of my youth in my age and
My rage
Brick-wall truth
Tempered steel on rice-thin page
In a papier-mâché body
One-fifty on the gauge
All the planning, all protection
All the math, all the games
Every desperate move is gone
Switch is flipped
Fully on
Daylight on, midnight on
Strike the match
Bang the gong
I'm going down that hole
We all pretend we don't know
Spinning hard with my eyes still up
Hands tight, heart closed
Clean cut, cold truth
Bound not broken
Bound still breathing
Pulled too tight
But i'm still steering
Yeah i did this
Yeah i mean it
I paid to keep it just this way
Fed the fire
Let it stay
If it's chaos, let it play
I build the cage, hold the key
There isn't nothing
There's the weight on me
True illusions
No situational guarantees
No one left to blame or save
Just the road just the road, rode what i made
It went fast
It lasted long
Felt so right
Turned so wrong
We missed signals, crossed the lines
Read the stars backwards
In time
I'm going down that hole
We all pretend we don't know
Spinning hard with my eyes still up
Hands tight, heart closed
Clean cut, cold truth
Bound not broken
Bound still breathing
Pulled too tight but i'm still steering
Yeah i did this
Yeah i mean it
I paid to keep it just this way
Fed the fire, let it stay
If it's chaos, let it play
I build the cage
Hold the key
Down the hole — rabbit run
Foreign words on every tongue
Every sign means something now
Every choice is coming due
No more stalling
Grip the wheel
Lean into it
Make it real
Burn the map
Trust the sound
Fade to quiet
Stillborn bound
I'm a make it to the maker
Snake a gamble on the wager
Trust to see the butcher table
Roulette, percocet, hail mary
Mother corvette
Wrap the rings in murder scene
Perchance to dream
Written by: Bryan Bridges
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