Над этим куском моего spirit я работала месяц с перерывами так как это personal… 🎧 🕊

Stranger To Myself

(Verse 1)
Wake up to a silence screaming through the room
Blinking out the static in this artificial gloom
Shadow on the ceiling, hanging heavy like cold lead
Tracing out the silhouettes of voices in my head
I’m staring at the glass, but the reflection doesn’t show
The person that I recognized a lifetime ago
Just a tangled knot of wire, a tragedy of youth
Burning every atom of a long-forgotten truth

(Chorus)
I don’t know who this is, I don’t know what they want
My eyes are just a mirror for a spirit here to haunt
As pale as the dread, hollow in the head, a parody of life
Just a ghost inside the wreckage, twisting like a knife!
In this frozen frame, I suffocate
While I’m staring at a Stranger in Myself
(I’m staring at a Stranger to Myself!)

(Verse 2)
I try to speak the words, but the rhythm’s sounding wrong
Wearing human skin like a place I don’t belong
The walls are closing in and the oxygen is thin
I’m clawing at the surface just to get beneath the skin
Is this the mannequin that the world expects to see?
A hollowed-out collection of what used to be "me"
The guilt is like a leaden weight, it’s pulling at the bone
The more I try to find my way, the more I’m all alone

(Chorus)
I don’t know who this is, I don’t know what they want
My eyes are just a mirror for a spirit here to haunt
As pale as the dread, hollow in the head, a parody of life
Just a ghost inside the wreckage, twisting like a knife!
In this frozen frame, I suffocate
While I’m staring at a Stranger in Myself
(I’m staring at a Stranger to Myself!)

(Bridge)
Breaking down the frame
Killing off the name
How much longer can I play this game?
Every time I look, I only see a lie
Every day I live is just another way to die
I’m screaming at the face I don’t recognize
I’m buried underneath the weight of my own disguise

(Chorus)
I don’t know who this is, I don’t know what they want
My eyes are just a mirror for a spirit here to haunt
As pale as the dread, hollow in the head, a parody of life
Just a ghost inside the wreckage, twisting like a knife!
In this frozen frame, I suffocate
While I’m staring at a Stranger in Myself
(I’m staring at a Stranger to Myself!)

(Outro)
Estranged to myself...
I’m a stranger...
(The surface doesn't show)
(Where did the real me go?)
I’m just a ghost...
In my own... skin.

Почему каждый раз, когда я начинаю говорить что-то, у меня в начале фразы постоянно звучит штробас(хрипотца) в голосе…? 🥲

А вас тоже бесит реклама быстрого заработка, которая сейчас везде разбросана?

Признаюсь честно, меня такие рекламы невероятно сильно раздражают. Да и не только неумелые рекламы фриланса, которые обещают быстрый доход с самого старта, но и реклама инвестиций, где ты вносишь депозит сам, а потом получаешь сумму вдвое больше. 🕊

Такая реклама, на самом деле, ведет ни к чему.
Если она вам попадается в чатах с вакансиями, в соцсетях, или где-то еще, это касается рекламы с инвестициями в криптовалюту с депозитом, в большинстве случаев — это мошеннические схемы, которые направлены на то, чтобы слизать у вас несколько тысяч рублей, а потом оставить вас ни с чем. 🕊

Я говорю об этой проблеме, поскольку сейчас это очень сильно распространилось по платформам с вакансиями, и не только для очных рабочих смен, но и для удаленки.

Ребята, повторяю еще раз. Не ведитесь на эти рекламы, которые обещают «сделать из 500 рублей 50к».
Это максимально очевидный ход со стороны мошенников, даже если они предоставляют сайты или какие-то ссылки с сертификатами, которые подтверждают его статус инвестора. Поскольку все заканчивается тем, что ничего вы не получаете, просто с вас списывают баксы и всё, а потом исчезают. И это не только в телеграме…

Всем православным Христос Воскрес 💕 🐣

Memories reach out at night, that's the routine.
I shift focus to the wall, keep the space between.
Cut the circuit off inside, nothing to be seen.
I put aside everything I swore I'd keep secure.
Thought if I hid it, it would cure.
I really thought I had the lock.
That I'd protect the core.
That no one'd try the handle for
The room where I am on the floor.

(Chorus)
It isn't weak to ask for help. So why does breathing sting?
I never thought I'd come undone. When did the wires cross and bring?
This static pressure pushing on my lungs?
And the hum inside my skull is way too loud.
I try to let the air in, but my throat forgot the sound.
It makes me sick, the taste of copper, crawling up my gut.
It's just pressing, pressing down.
Pressing. Pressing down.

Every word I speak feels like a blade against skin.
Building out the drywall, keeping nothing in.
Hollowing the space out, I will never win.
I pretend there's nothing left for anyone to break.
But the quiet tremble gives the shake.
I was so sure the frame was strong.
That I could hide the ache.
That no one'd notice where the plaster flakes
Through the crack that widens when I'm wrong.

(Chorus)
It isn't weak to ask for help. So why does breathing sting?
I never thought I'd come undone. When did the wires cross and bring?
This static pressure pushing on my lungs?
And the hum inside my skull is way too loud.
I try to let the air in, but my throat forgot the sound.
It makes me sick, the taste of copper, crawling up my gut.
It's just pressing, pressing down.
Pressing. Pressing down.

The locks are rust. The seal is dry.
The keys are bent. I don't know why
I try to keep the glass from shattering.
I spent so long pretending I was concrete.
But concrete sweats. And concrete bleeds in fear.
I thought the quiet kept me fed.
But the quiet is a weight.
It settles on the chest you hate.
Right where the silence holds you instead.

(Chorus)
It isn't weak to ask for help. So why does breathing sting?
I never thought I'd come undone. When did the wires cross and bring?
This heavy weight that's crushing on my throat?
And the room is spinning way too loud.
I try to beg for mercy, but my voice is just a crowd
It makes me sick, the taste of copper, crawling up my gut.
It's just pressing, pressing down.
Pressing. Pressing down.

Pressing.
(Just the weight of it.)
Pressing.
(Just the taste of it.)
Pressing down.

Что-то давно не было текстов песен 🥲

Иногда мне просто хочется плюхнуться в кровать посреди дня и забыться на день 🥲

Но учебка не дает)))

Black Angel

I never trusted the light, I never learned to bleed
But you stared from the dark, with nothing held within
While I just sit there on my knees, I’m coiled up in these chains
With scars and wounds I wear, buried in the shame.
When something heavy lay there bare, the thing I cannot name…

But what remains are traces of the frame
Where does the heart still beat, when it’s impaled?
By the cold steel edge, of your own blade?!

(Chorus)
So if you say
“That is all you deserve, for being a burden to bear,”
“That is all for your good, that is all you should have,”
If this feels way too plain…
Then come break both of my wings, cause I won’t wanna fly
Come play the waltz on my strings, till the nerves are all fried
Burn me to ashes, till my soul’s scorched into dust
Till there are only blackened wings, you’ll never recognise…

What’s the point of running, if you are tracking me?
For when I fall from heaven, I am always getting ceased?
If I’m fragile in ways, only you have come to know
I am crushed by your own shadow, even if it wouldn’t show.
Though you’re invisible, you are never a ghost
And when I’m almost sane, you push me off the road

Till I lose all track of time, just to find the way
To the single way out, that is only the stairs
Up which I’m dying to climb,
But you just drag me back in the cage.

(Chorus)
So if you say
“That is all you deserve, for being a burden to bear,”
“That is all for your good, that is all you should have,”
If this feels way too plain…
Then come break both of my wings, cause I won’t wanna fly
Come play the waltz on my strings, till the nerves are all fried
Burn me to ashes, till my soul’s scorched into dust
Till there are only blackened wings, you’ll never recognise…

(Bridge)
If you were more observant, if you could look and see
Why this is a battle, I will not want to win…
Why this wreckage, I don’t want to be freed
It is just my own head, it puts me at peace
While the wreckage you leave, it just lets me sleep
But then there’s nothing left, of the sounds I used to hear…

(Chorus)
So if you say
“That is all you deserve, for being a burden to bear,”
“That is all for your good, that is all you should have,”
If this feels way too plain…
Then come break both of my wings, cause I won’t wanna fly
Come play the waltz on my strings, till the nerves are all fried
Burn me to ashes, till my soul’s scorched into dust
Till there are only blackened wings, you’ll never recognise…



Опять тексты песен… 🥲