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.

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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…



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