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Terminal
Electronic
Terminal was released on December 25, 2024 by 4Jun as a part of the album Trash Bin Lp
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Release DateDecember 25, 2024
Label4Jun
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM169

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
4Jun
4Jun
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Volodymyr Popov
Volodymyr Popov
Songwriter

Lyrics

(This disease is terminal. This disease is terminal.)
Lost my way, I decay, finding ways to isolate
Myself from everyone whom I could cause more pain.
Day by day, rot away, losing hope, stay away.
This disease is terminal. This disease is terminal.
Lost my way, I decay, finding ways to isolate
Myself from everyone whom I could cause more pain.
Day by day, rot away, losing hope, stay away.
This disease is terminal. This disease is terminal.
Terminal, terminal, terminal, terminal...
Laying in the dump discarded,
Laying in the dump discarded,
Punished for the crimes I- I-
I did not commit. I did not-
Laying in the dump discarded,
Laying in the dump discarded,
Stretcher rolled out of the ambulance
And onto the busy street.
Laying in the dump discar-r-r-r-
Laying in the dump discar-r-r-r-
Punished for the crimes I- I-
I did not commit. I did-d-d-d-
Laying in the dump discar-r-r-r-
Laying in the dump discar-r-r-r-
I did not commit the murder.
I never commit. I never-
Lost my way, I decay, finding ways to isolate
Myself from everyone whom I could cause more pain.
Day by day, rot away, losing hope, stay away.
This disease is terminal. This disease is terminal.
Permanent, damaging, healing is through pain -ain
It will get much worse before it ever becomes better (better).
Day by day, rot away, losing hope, stay away.
This disease is terminal, ter- This disease is terminal,
Terminal... Terminal, terminal...
One, two, three...
Going on a killing spree.
Four, five, six...
I can never get my fix.
Seven, eight, nine...
Mental warden has arrived.
They\'ll have ten secs before I
Overdose and paralyze.
Laying in a bed discarded,
Laying in a bed discarded,
I did not commit to killing-
I did commit- I did not-
Laying in a bed discarded,
Laying in a bed discarded,
I did not commit to killing-
I did not commit- I did not-
I did not-
Myself...
Lost my way, I decay, finding ways to isolate
Myself from everyone whom I could cause more pain.
Day by day, rot away, losing hope, stay away.
This disease is terminal. This disease is terminal.
You think better?
You forget that
You know nothing.
Just give up that
Notion that you\'re
Gonna make it
Out of here
The same you entered.
You had one chance
And you blew it.
Now we\'re gonna
Leave you to it.
Ki-ki- ki-ki-ki-
ki- ki-ki- ki- ki-
ki-ki-ki-ki-
KILL YOURSELF.
Ki-ki-
Kill, ki-, ki-
Yourself.
Myself.
I did not commit the murder.
I never commit. I never-
I did not commit to killing-
I never commit- I never-
I did not commit the murder.
I never commit. I never-
I did not commit to killing-
I never commit.
This disease is terminal. Ter-
This disease is terminal. Ter-
This disease is terminal.
Termi- terminal. Terminal.
This disease is terminal. Ter-
This disease is terminal. Ter-
This disease is terminal.
Termi- terminal. Terminal.
Never.
Gonna.
Give.
Up.
Never.
Gonna.
Give.
Up.
Myself.
Written by: Volodymyr Popov
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