ミュージックビデオ
ミュージックビデオ
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hubert Więcek
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Szczepan Inglot
Songwriter
Hubert Więcek
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Szymon Grodzki
Mixing Engineer
歌詞
Entrapment
Can't differ day and night
Through steamed windows and bars
I can see no light
Routine
I count the hours passing by
All actions are scheduled, but I have no certainty
Warden's bunch of keys
Wakes me
Like Pavlov's dog
I'm drooling
Half of minute to collect
Bowl of sludge, pure disgust
Locked up
I lost my count of the days passed
All I can do is pushups and read the bible
No God
I see there no deity
Make every hour last less than eternity
Echos in my skull
Voices
Calendar drawn on a wall
Guessing how much is the hour
When will I make it back home?
Lockdown in four concrete walls
Three dark days
Thoughts are leaking through my ears
Long gone
I know every poker deal
At random
Fate is not under my will
Face the wall
Lockdown in four concrete walls
Three dark days
Thoughts are leaking through my ears
Long gone
I know every poker deal
At random
Fate is not under my will
Face the wall
Becoming a brick in this tomb of freedom
Solitude
I try to portray you in my remembrance
On the other side of the globe, I sense your despair
Hopelessness
Surrounded by cabrones
With futile acts, I try to deafen the coyotes howling
The guard is taking me back on trial
My limbs are cuffed like another serial cop killer
This goddamn waiting locked up in that concrete cell
To plead not guilty for a millionth fucking time
Another trial, another jail, another hearing
Hyenas that feed upon this rockstar's misery
Another day, another month, another aeon
They still postpone justice for an absurd reason
Another trial, another jail, another hearing
Hyenas that feed upon this rockstar's misery
Another day, another month, another aeon
They still postpone justice for an absurd reason
Help me
Release me
Save me
Redeem me
Help me
Release me
Save me
Redeem me
Another trial, another jail, another extradition
Stone cold warders treating me worse than crippled dog
Another day, another month, another aeon
This chain of events seems to have no joyful end
Another trial, another jail, another extradition
Stone cold warders treating me worse than crippled dog
Another day, another month, another aeon
This chain of events seems to have no joyful end
Absurd
Helplessness
Despair
Endlessness
Shaking hands, cold sweat
I wait for
Scrap of news
On my case
No certainty
Demagogic media
Selling false
Pictures of myself
Lockdown in four concrete walls
Three dark days
Thoughts are leaking through my ears
Long gone
I know every poker deal
At random
Fate is not under my will
Face the wall
Lockdown in four concrete walls
Three dark days
Thoughts are leaking through my ears
Long gone
I know every poker deal
At random
Fate is not under my will
Face the wall
Becoming a brick in this tomb of freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Becoming a brick in this tomb of freedom
Written by: Hubert Więcek, Szczepan Inglot
