𝒮𝑜𝒻𝓉 𝒲𝒶𝓋𝑒

Angels

This Sadness Never Ends

Youth Cults - traiters

Released July 15, 2022

Lyrics:

Bury me, bury me and then move on—hurry.
Didn’t mean, didn’t mean to be withdrawn—scary.
Whoa—agony—whoa.

Have I burned, have I burned my only friend? Surely.
Never learned, never learned how to pretend—purely.
Whoa—irony—whoa.

Yeah, trying to go on, 
breaking in your arms,
breaking in your arms. 
I can’t go on without you,
I’m breaking in your arms.

. . .

Whoa—apathy—whoa.

Yeah, trying to go on, 
breaking in your arms,
breaking in your arms. 
I can’t go on without you,
I’m breaking in your arms.

Breaking In Your Arms

Released February 17, 2023

Lyrics:

Wait
You're drowning in the wake
You cross the line
Don't care about the price

Lost and lonely
Only wanted you
You ignore me
Drinking Antabuse

Prey
A tattoo of a snake
It can't be prayed away
Just black and gray

Lost and lonely
Only wanted you
You ignore me
Drinking Antabuse

Antabuse

Losses

Inside the Sphere

Organs

Organs (feat. ML Buch)

Vertige

"Missing Something" available at: https://too.fm/missingsomething

at least I mean something to you

I Don't Wanna Be Me [Type O Negative Cover]

Apology

We pass through fire, through time and fear,
The test of fate brings no one near,
Affection fails, discernment stays,
We learn to love in stranger ways.
Intelligence finds friends in few,
Chance will hand the rest to you.
But a man is judged by those who stay,
The wise walk north, the fools decay.

Graduates of fortune,
Matriculated souls,
Learning through the silence,
Where the dark wind rolls.
Graduates of fortune,
With hearts that never sleep,
Friendship is a mirror,
And mirrors run deep.

Pleasure’s mask, the sweetest guise,
The liar’s warmth, the friend’s disguise,
We dance with trust, we flirt with doubt,
Some stay within, most fade out.
Legitimate in thought or sin,
Some for ideas, some to win,
Few are friends of who we are,
Most are drawn to what we wear.

Graduates of fortune,
Walking hand in hand,
Students of the moment,
Lost in shifting sand.
Graduates of fortune,
No lesson comes for free,
A wise friend guards the doorway,
A fool invites the sea.

Graduates of fortune,
Degrees in circumstance,
Bound by fleeting wisdom,
And accidental chance.
Graduates of fortune,
Our lessons never end,
You lose yourself in fortune,
Before you find a friend.


FORTUNE

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t.me/polosayuruki

я и ᴛы ʙʍᴇᴄᴛᴇ ᴛᴀᴋ ᴄхᴏжи 
хᴏᴛь ʍы и нᴇ ᴨᴏхᴏжи
ᴛы уйдᴇɯь, я c ᴛᴏбᴏй ᴛᴏжᴇ
чᴛᴏб нᴇ ʙидᴇᴛь ϶ᴛи ᴩᴏжи 

я и ᴛы ʙʍᴇᴄᴛᴇ ᴛᴀᴋ ᴄхᴏжи 
хᴏᴛь ʍы и нᴇ ᴨᴏхᴏжи
ᴛы уйдᴇɯь, я c ᴛᴏбᴏй ᴛᴏжᴇ
дᴀʙᴀй ʙᴄᴇх уничᴛᴏжиʍ 

я и ᴛы ʙʍᴇᴄᴛᴇ ᴛᴀᴋ ᴄхᴏжи
ᴄᴏ ᴄᴨины ʙынуᴧᴀ нᴏж
хᴏᴛь ʍы ᴄ ᴛᴏбᴏй нᴇ ᴨᴏхᴏжи 
ᴛᴀᴋжᴇ ᴋᴀᴋ и я ᴦниᴇɯь 
ʍᴀᴧыɯ ᴛᴇ ᴨᴏᴩᴀ ᴄᴨᴀᴛь
уᴧᴏжу ᴛя я ᴛʙᴏй бᴇɜдᴀᴩь
ᴀ ᴇᴄᴧи нᴇ ᴨᴩᴏᴄнᴇɯьᴄя
ʙ ʍᴏᴦиᴧу ᴧяжᴇʍ ʙʍᴇᴄᴛᴇ

ᴨᴏᴧᴏᴄᴀ юᴩуᴋи:

ʍы ϶ᴛᴏᴦᴏ нᴇ хᴏᴛᴇᴧи
нᴏ уʍᴩᴇʍ ᴄ ᴛᴏбᴏй ʙ ᴏдин дᴇнь
я ɜнᴀю ᴛᴇбя ʙ ᴨᴏᴄᴛᴇᴧи
ɜнᴀᴛь бы ᴇщᴇ ᴋᴀᴋᴏй ᴛы чᴇᴧᴏʙᴇᴋ

и дᴧя ᴩᴏʍᴀнᴛиᴋи нᴇᴛ ʍᴇᴄᴛᴀ
ᴇᴄᴧи я ᴦᴏʙᴏᴩю ᴨᴩᴏ ᴋᴩ϶ᴋ
ʍы ᴄ ᴛᴏбᴏй ᴄᴏуᴨᴏᴛᴩᴇбы
ниᴋᴀᴋих чуʙᴄᴛʙ, ᴛᴏᴧьᴋᴏ жиʙᴏᴛный ᴄᴇᴋᴄ

я ʙᴇдь ᴛᴇбᴇ нᴇ нужᴇн
ᴛᴇбᴇ нужᴇн ɜиᴨ ᴨᴀᴋᴇᴛиᴋ
ɜᴀбудь ᴄʙᴏᴇᴦᴏ ʍужᴀ
ᴄᴛᴏᴧьᴋᴏ ᴨᴇниᴄᴏʙ нᴀ ᴄʙᴇᴛᴇ

ʍы ᴏᴦᴩᴀбиᴧи чᴇᴧᴀ
у нᴀᴄ 102 нᴀ ᴨᴏдъᴇɜдᴇ
ʙыхᴏдᴀ нᴇᴛ, ᴩᴏднᴀя
ᴄуй ʙ ᴩᴏᴛ ᴄᴛʙᴏᴧ, ᴛы жᴇ уʍᴇᴇɯь

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