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25/17 "Чернотроп"

Спарта- Гимн Спарты

Чечня - Нагора But You Are Fighting In Bakhmut

I didn’t make this one to be pretty.
This is what it sounds like when you spend years swallowing truth until it starts poisoning you from the inside.
When you disappear in all the moments you should’ve been seen, and the silence becomes its own sickness.

This track is the break point.
The snap.
The moment the dam finally gives and the voice you buried comes out shaking, cracked, and louder than anyone expected.

Not loud because it’s screamed.
Loud because it’s real.

If you’ve ever felt invisible standing right in front of people…
if you’ve ever held back until it hurt…
if your voice only shows its power when the restraint finally snaps

then this is yours.



I didn’t choose the silence,
it just felt safer
until it didn’t.

I held a thousand truths behind my teeth,
let ’em rot there, let ’em poison every heartbeat.
Didn’t wanna be the problem in the room,
so I folded up my voice, made myself thin, made myself small.

And every time I needed someone to see me,
their eyes slid off like I wasn’t even real.
I carried storms behind a steady face,
burned alive so no one else would feel the heat.

But truth don’t stay quiet,
it claws, it shakes,
and there’s a moment
right before I break…

I get louder when I break—
when the dam inside me finally gives way.
All the hurt I swallowed
turns to something you can’t escape.

I get louder when I break—
when the pieces cut their way out of my chest.
You only hear me
when the silence shatters
and I can’t hold back the rest.

Hear me now,
you can’t un-hear me now.
Hear me now,
I won’t fade out, I won’t fade out.

There’s a sickness in regret I can’t undo,
the kind that whispers “maybe this is all on you.”
Every time I stayed quiet to keep the peace,
a part of me dissolved, disappeared, died a little.

And when I finally speak, I second guess every breath,
wonder if I said too much or not enough again.
Nothing hurts like being heard
and still invisible,
still unseen.

But truth don’t stay quiet,
it claws, it shakes,
and there’s a moment
right before I break…

I get louder when I break—
when the dam inside me finally gives way.
All the hurt I swallowed
turns to something you can’t escape.

I get louder when I break—
when the pieces cut their way out of my chest.
You only hear me
when the silence shatters
and I can’t hold back the rest.

Hear me now,
you can’t un-hear me now.
Hear me now,
I won’t fade out, I won’t fade out.

I wasn’t born to be invisible.
You just never learned to look.
And I’m done disappearing
just to make the world feel comfortable.

If breaking’s the only time you listen…
then hear me now.

I get louder when I break—
when the dam inside me finally gives way.
All the hurt I swallowed
turns to something you can’t escape.

I get louder when I break—
no more shrinking just to keep myself safe.
If the truth has teeth,
then let it bite—
I’m done holding back my quake.

I wasn’t made to be unseen.
You just never knew how loud I am
when I finally come clean.

Чечня - Нагора But You Are Fighting In Bakhmut

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