Hurt You

Released: May 12, 2023
Music: Branislav Panic, Vicky Psarakis
Lyrics: Robert Fontes, Vicky Psarakis
Performed by: Sicksense
Mixed & Mastered by: Christian Donaldson

Feed Them To The Wolves

Burning Throne

Feel Anything

DARK SIDE OF THE BRAIN

UNWANTED

a piece of me i never let you find.

The pain ends when you let go.

[Verse 1]
They weave their tales, the silver-tongued, to calm the crowd with lies,
Promise peace, a tranquil hum, while storm clouds choke the skies.
Their words, a veil, a soothing spell, they pull the strings unseen,
Control’s their game, no shame, no hell — their truth a guillotine.

[Chorus 1]
The ruse is breaking, cracks in their throne,
They swear it’s fine, but the storm’s full-grown.
Teflon hearts, they dodge the blame,
Pointing fingers — it’s all the same.

[Post-Chorus 1]
Words like smoke, they twist, they fade,
No weight, no truth — their debts unpaid.

[Verse 2]
They stand so tall, their shadows cast, a narrative they’ve spun,
The masses sway, their grip holds fast — they think the war’s been won.
But eyes now see, the cracks unfold, their promises wear thin,
The storm they hide will break their hold — their reign built on a sin.

[Bridge]
Caught in lies, they feign surprise, their masks begin to slip,
Certainty’s their own demise, truth breaks their iron grip.
No growth, no doubt, their minds stay shut, delusion chains their soul,
The storm will rise, their reign will rot — no words can make them whole.

[Chorus 2]
The ruse collapses, their throne’s a lie,
They preach of calm, but the end’s too nigh.
Teflon souls, they shift the blame,
Next in line — it’s all their game.

[Post-Chorus 2]
Words like ash, they choke, they fall,
No shield, no plea can stop the call.

[Verse 3]
Their voices crack, the crowd now turns — the veil’s been torn apart,
The storm they swore would never burn ignites within the heart.
Accountable, they’ll face the flame — no charm can save them now,
Their power’s just a fleeting claim, a breaking, fragile vow.

[Chorus 3]
The ruse is shattered, their crown’s in dust,
They sold us peace, but betrayed our trust.
Teflon hearts — their blame won’t stick,
The storm’s alive, it’s coming quick.

[Post-Chorus 3]
Words like ghosts, they fade, they break,
No atonement holds, for truth’s own sake.

[Verse 4]
The blameless rise, their eyes awake — no chains can hold them down,
The storm they feared will overtake, their lies will drown and drown.
Their certainty, a cage they built, no growth beyond their view,
The reckoning will spare no guilt — their time is overdue.

[Outro]
The blameless rise, their eyes awake — no chains can hold them down,
The storm they feared will overtake, their lies will drown and drown.
Their certainty, a cage they built, no growth beyond their view,
The reckoning will spare no guilt — their time is overdue.

The storm’s alive, it shakes the ground, their words — a feeble sound,
No ruse can hide, no peace is found, the truth comes crashing down.
They’re victims of their own design, blind to what they knew,
The blameless rise, the storm’s divine — their reign is broken through.

The Ruse

Der Wächter des Waldes

Class of pain

UNWANTED

FLAT BLACK

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