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Restless
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Rock
Restless was released on May 1, 2026 by Octagram as a part of the album Restless - Single
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Release DateMay 1, 2026
LabelOctagram
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM109

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Octagram
Octagram
Performer
Vlasta Vysochanska
Vlasta Vysochanska
Vocals
Artem Smyk
Artem Smyk
Drums
Nikita Michał Kowalczyk
Nikita Michał Kowalczyk
Bass Guitar
Dawid Brzezinski
Dawid Brzezinski
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vlasta Vysochanska
Vlasta Vysochanska
Songwriter
Artem Smyk
Artem Smyk
Songwriter
Nikita Michał Kowalczyk
Nikita Michał Kowalczyk
Songwriter
Dawid Brzezinski
Dawid Brzezinski
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Octagram
Octagram
Producer

Lyrics

I sleep less
Places I step foot in never rest
A breath less
Sprinting back and forth, my lungs are in debt
The gunpowder of my tongue is about to burst, yes
Memory sits like a pendant on a necklace
Gutlless, tasteless
Why do u must forget
I'm not just a fleshless concept that you dreamt
I'm brooding, twisting, to the wall I'm pressed
Don't move, I'lll snap in a second or less
Hysteric, I made a mess of what I can't supress
Guess what I'm about to do next, be my guess
I've gone feral I cant be less
I'm restless, restless
Hysteric, I made a mess of what I cant supress
Guess what im about to do next, be my guess
I've gone feral i cant be less
I'm restless
Restless
Oh so chrome
Lunge, sprint, break your bones
The shining sweat on the forehead foams
For what, who knows
Ended up in a circle while running straight forward
Oh so close
But nothing's linear and nothing ever were
The form of things has holes in its' core
I'm brooding, twisting, to the wall im pressed
Don't move, I'll snap in a second or less
Hysteric, I made a mess of what I can't supress
Guess what I'm about to do next, be my guess
I've gone feral I can't be less
I'm restless, restless
Hysteric, I made a mess of what I can't supress
Guess what I'm about to do next, be my guess
I've gone feral I can't be less
I'm restless
Restless
Haunted by your blindness within
It races towards you and seeps as guilt
You don't know of it, it's disguised as silk
It warpes around, it can't sit still
It's a lake with no bottom and you're a halfway in
Such a thrill, ignore it makes you ill
Reconstruct your bones and blur your thoughts and it kicks in
You actually hate running, all you've done is lost your own skin
Written by: Artem Smyk, Dawid Brzezinski, Nikita Michał Kowalczyk, Vlasta Vysochanska
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