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aBaNDoNWaRe
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aBaNDoNWaRe was released on January 30, 2025 by KAKONAFY as a part of the album aBaNDoNWaRe - Single
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Release DateJanuary 30, 2025
LabelKAKONAFY
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM160

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Java Tira-Michael Enderson
Java Tira-Michael Enderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
tiramika
tiramika
Producer

Lyrics

Breathing in slowly, blissfully waiting
Mourning so coldly, anticipating
Phelgm in my lungs and gore on my feet
Oh what did the drugs do to me?
Disease is spreading, a chronic condition
Worrying counts of something unforgiving in my bloodstream
Fighting thin air to let me breathe once more [just let me breathe]
And the doc swears this new cure will stop the sore
But it's starting to skip like a- [broken record]
Belief runs dry, the sort of thing I just can't afford
Breathing in slowly, blissfully waiting
Mourning so coldly, anticipating
Phelgm in my lungs and gore on my feet
Oh what did the drugs do to me?
Disease is spreading, a chronic condition
Worrying counts of something unforgiving in my bloodstream
Sarcasm dripping, mechanical schisms
I'm feeling so burnt out, a medical prison
Ground down my nails and study my teeth
Please what did the gods do to me?
Disease is spreading, a chronic condition
Worrying counts of something unforgiving in my bloodstream
I give up it's five minutes past four [five minutes past]
But the clock lies, aeons pass outside my door
What delusions escape such a [fleeting remorse]
Now it's four past five, i'll give up on this life of mine
Breathing in slowly, blissfully waiting
Mourning so coldly, anticipating
Phelgm in my lungs and gore on my feet
Oh what did the drugs do to me?
Disease is spreading, a chronic condition
Worrying counts of something unforgiving in my bloodstream
Sarcasm dripping, mechanical schisms
I'm feeling so burnt out, a medical prison
Ground down my nails and study my teeth
Please what did the gods do to me?
Disease is spreading, a chronic condition
Worrying counts of something unforgiving in my bloodstream
Stuck with a needle in my neck
Can I handle what comes next?
Feeling so fatigued it's hard to go on
And yet, past the fog that's in my head
Something glows a vivid red
It resembles peace, but to my own bitter end
Written by: Java Tira-Michael Enderson
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