Sharp Corners dives headfirst into the chaos of youth and the hunger to stay alive in a world that keeps asking you to calm down. It’s a portrait of a restless soul — fast-talking, fast-moving, always one step from breaking, yet never losing that spark to begin again. With every jagged turn and raw confession, the song captures the push and pull between freedom and regret, rebellion and longing. It’s for everyone who still feels that kid inside, kicking against time, chasing something they can’t quite name.

Sharp Corners stürzt sich kopfüber in das Chaos der Jugend und in den Drang, lebendig zu bleiben in einer Welt, die immer wieder sagt: „Werd endlich ruhig.“ Es ist das Porträt einer ruhelosen Seele – schnell, laut, verletzlich und doch voller Feuer. Jeder Takt ist ein Aufbäumen gegen das Erwachsenwerden, ein Tanz zwischen Freiheit und Reue, Auflehnung und Sehnsucht. Ein Song für alle, die dieses Kind in sich noch spüren – das sich weigert aufzugeben, egal wie viele scharfe Kurven das Leben hat.

Sharp Corners

Sound of traffic, distant drums
Same old city, different sums

He walks fast, head full of noise
Still fighting ghosts from teenage joys
Graffiti fades, but his anger don’t
He swears he’ll change — we both know he won’t

Cold coffee, a cracked guitar
Dreams parked somewhere behind a bar
He calls it “freedom,” I call it “flight”
Same excuse, just diﬀerent nights

Sharp corners, hard landings
He’s still standing
No “sorry,” no plan
Just an angry young man
Na Na Na Na – Oh Man – Oh Oh Oh Oh
Still an angry young man

He mocks the ones who made it through
Says “truth gets soft when it pays for views”
But deep down in that bitter grin
There’s a kid still waiting to begin

He laughs too loud when he feels too small
And says, “I never wanted peace at all”
But his voice cracks — just once — that’s all

Sharp corners, hard landings
Still demanding
No future, no plan
Just an angry young man
Na Na Na Na – Oh Man – Oh Oh Oh Oh
Still an angry young man

“You get old, you calm down“ — they say
Maybe. Just… not today

Streetlights hum, the night leans in
He lights a smoke and calls it “begin”
Somewhere a siren starts to sing
And the kid inside still kicks his wing


Sharp Corners

Coffee enthusiast. Hipster-friendly. Music lover, Problem solver.

Sharp Corners

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