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post-mortem
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post-mortem adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Jbevo Records tarafından 14 Kasım 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıTHE POWER OF MOVING ON
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Çıkış Tarihi14 Kasım 2025
FirmaJbevo Records
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Valence
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BPM120

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Julian Belzerowski
Julian Belzerowski
Composer, Lyrics

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Taste my blood, it can be sour
If you used your power, then maybe we could've lived
Stop blaming your own father
And pack your stuff, Cuz' now it's your time
“He hurt himself with my own knife” is that what you say to the police?
Drug can be a poison, but the strongest poison’ll always be you
I'm sick of all the shit you do
You didn't pack your stuff, the lights flashed and you crashed
You drank, but drank the only memory from our last night
Like there's no thousand different people that will beg you for time
I became foreign (I became foreign)
Fuck your friends all night, look into your mirror, then laugh and say "what a great decision"
You will show up and sign my post-mortem
My good scent will hit you quick, Cuz' I'm not a killer queen, but I'm stronger than I was
Never mention who you're missing, but always pretend you see the past
They took your keys and said “you're too free”, you're so twenty one, but so distressed
I bet they haven't noticed that you took that old-ass car to your ex, hm
You never know what's coming next
You didn't pack your stuff, the lights flashed and you crashed
You drank, but drank the only memory from our last night
Like there's no thousand different people that will beg you for time
I became foreign (I became foreign)
Fuck your friends all night, look into your mirror, then laugh and say "what a great decision"
You will show up and sign my post-mortem
You try to hide the hidden
Things go from worst to worse
Why am I the one who's bleeding?
I'm the one who felt remorse
Was on the floor and ceiling
Trying to love your force
With your knife stuck on the scene
Said you were the best for me
You didn't pack your stuff, the lights flashed and you crashed
You drank, but drank the only memory from our last night
Like there's no thousand different people that will beg you for time
I became foreign (I became foreign, no)
Fuck your friends all night, look into your mirror, then laugh and say "what a great decision"
You will show up and sign my post-mortem
Written by: Julian Belzerowski
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