STOCKHOLM-SYNDROME
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v1
@ HARU KAIDOU
2026-04-26 18:39:37
Lyrics
Verse 1
The bar is reeking of old sins and stagnant smoke,
I’m just a hollow shell waiting for the punchline of your joke.
Я вскрываю вены, to drain out the parts of me you haven't used yet,
I carve obsession into my thighs, and I pray for the pain to stay.
The only way I know I’m alive is through the bruises you leave,
It’s so sickeningly perfect, I’m terrified you’ll let me breathe.
Pre-Chorus
Torn apart by your teeth, like rusty blades hidden in silk,
Я глотаю этот цианид, and I thank you for the privilege of choking.
You call me “mine,” you bastard, while you look right through my soul,
Я умираю every night, just so you don't have to face yourself.
Chorus
I am paralyzed at the wall of bravery,
If my skin is just a canvas, then rip it off to find your peace.
Эти цепи ты называешь щитом,
I’ll let them rust inside my blood, as long as your hands stay clean.
Your touch is a razor, your spit is a poison,
Drain me empty, so you can drink the life I never wanted anyway.
Bridge (The Raw Breaking Point):
My only courage is to be the floor you walk on,
To prove that even the concrete is kinder than your "mercy."
If this is Heaven and it makes you scream,
Then I will burn in Hell forever, just to be the heat that warms your bed.
Chorus
Silence is the only thing left at the wall of bravery,
If my voice must die, let my whimpers be the soundtrack to your life.
Эти цепи ты называешь щитом,
I will worship these shackles, as long as they don't stain your reputation.
Your words are razors, they are poison,
Kill me slowly, and I’ll beg with my last gasp: "Don't ever feel sorry."
Outro
If my total annihilation is the only thing that keeps you whole,
Then break me again, I’m your favorite toy, aren’t I?
Let your beautiful lies be the dirt they throw on my face,
It is written: "Here lies a ghost, who was grateful for the chains."
(Whisper): Don't wash your hands... I want to be the stain you can't remove.
The bar is reeking of old sins and stagnant smoke,
I’m just a hollow shell waiting for the punchline of your joke.
Я вскрываю вены, to drain out the parts of me you haven't used yet,
I carve obsession into my thighs, and I pray for the pain to stay.
The only way I know I’m alive is through the bruises you leave,
It’s so sickeningly perfect, I’m terrified you’ll let me breathe.
Pre-Chorus
Torn apart by your teeth, like rusty blades hidden in silk,
Я глотаю этот цианид, and I thank you for the privilege of choking.
You call me “mine,” you bastard, while you look right through my soul,
Я умираю every night, just so you don't have to face yourself.
Chorus
I am paralyzed at the wall of bravery,
If my skin is just a canvas, then rip it off to find your peace.
Эти цепи ты называешь щитом,
I’ll let them rust inside my blood, as long as your hands stay clean.
Your touch is a razor, your spit is a poison,
Drain me empty, so you can drink the life I never wanted anyway.
Bridge (The Raw Breaking Point):
My only courage is to be the floor you walk on,
To prove that even the concrete is kinder than your "mercy."
If this is Heaven and it makes you scream,
Then I will burn in Hell forever, just to be the heat that warms your bed.
Chorus
Silence is the only thing left at the wall of bravery,
If my voice must die, let my whimpers be the soundtrack to your life.
Эти цепи ты называешь щитом,
I will worship these shackles, as long as they don't stain your reputation.
Your words are razors, they are poison,
Kill me slowly, and I’ll beg with my last gasp: "Don't ever feel sorry."
Outro
If my total annihilation is the only thing that keeps you whole,
Then break me again, I’m your favorite toy, aren’t I?
Let your beautiful lies be the dirt they throw on my face,
It is written: "Here lies a ghost, who was grateful for the chains."
(Whisper): Don't wash your hands... I want to be the stain you can't remove.
Style of Music
Dark, Party, Male Vocals,Noir, Piano, Saxophone, Electric Guitar, Slow (66-76 BPM), Multilingual Vocals, Whispered Vocals, Mysterious, Industrial,Ambient, Jazz,, Spoken Word, Drums.