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Sqwore - Планетарий

Январь

Midix - Иная

Midix - Агент Паранойи

Midix - Граница Пустоты

Midix — Параноик

Midix — Унеси меня

Midix — Забыть всё

Midix — Хороните чувства

[Intro | hopeful effect]
Hey... 
Have you seen the letter that I gave you? 
No I'm not sure about that.

[Verse 1 | steady build]
I sent you a postal to your dark home,
Look at the message that's flown over.
Just sending the message about you,
The truth is I dont have long it's due.

I have a terrible illness that can't be cured, 
A sickness without you here is to rue.
Just reach over to me and hold me,
I won't be satisfied until I see it free. 

[Guitar Solo 1 | Rifts Exploding] 

[Pre Chorus | loves rising]
This letter will serve a purpose for you,
I'm telling you that your my best friend.
Sending my best wishes over here,
Dont fear the compassion ever.

A written poem to show my gratitude,
I put my best effort into the magnitude.
Only one thing will satisfy this pain, 
The rain in the inks writing prowess.

[Chorus | powerful & repeating]
A written letter is just a trail of emotion, 
Devotions of another is in the writing.
I'm inspired to know why you did this,
Your an important figure In life. 

This is meant to be the letter of pages,
You raised me up to be a right person.
Ink comes from the pages that relay, 
My first letter is to praise you.

[Verse 2 | more calming]
These ink stained hands are hurting badly, 
The pages are now just burning away.
The calm of the storm is turning rye, 
The writting is churning inside out.

I put my whole heart and soul into this, 
This letter needs to be in purest bliss.
I will always bring this letter to you,
No one stops me from it being due.

[Pre Chorus | repeat for cohension] 
This letter will serve a purpose for you,
I'm telling you that your my best friend.
Sending my best wishes over here,
Dont fear the compassion ever.

A written poem to show my gratitude,
I put my best effort into the magnitude.
Only one thing will satisfy this pain, 
The rain in the inks writing prowess.

[Chorus | main hook again]
A written letter is just a trail of emotion, 
Devotions of another is in the writing.
I'm inspired to know why you did this,
Your an important figure In life. 

This is meant to be the letter of pages,
You raised me up to be a right person.
Ink comes from the pages that relay, 
My first letter is to praise you.

[Bridge | breakdown / Glitch FX]
Letters will be shipped to you from my place, 
Remember to get it from the box you raise.
These are my last words to you brother, 
Remember that letters hark another.

[Ending | Fade Out]
Yeah... 
Letters always hark to another, 
But it's for you alone brother.

My First Letter

A folded paper crown lying on the throne.
Drenched in purity and proudly shown.
Another day goes by, I'm on my own.
It feels lonely, ruling all alone.

Lost in a kingdom made of dimming light.
Dressed in shame but being alright.
Every compliment was gasoline.
Feeding the fire of the machine.
Broken people looked up with awe,
Yet so crowded but still no. Nooo!
You had a life that begged to grow.
You chose to ruin it and let it go.
You wore the shine like honest skin.
Hollow vows, you betrayed your kin.

I folded storms so you could sleep,
Chased the thunder, that made you weep.

How's the Dopamine Throne, when the room goes cold?
Under the varnish was a vacant stare.
All dolled up, but no one there.
You learned the part, you practiced grace.
A mannequin heart and a borrowed face.

Dressed in shame and looking pretty,
Carved under your skin, I need pity.
I learned the language of your storms.
You learned the language of applause.
Every new face a counterfeit gift.
The void screaming make it fit!
All that beauty, all that grace — in vain.
Lost in the hunt for a dopamine gain.
Addicted to power, allergic to truth.
You sold out everything for a moment's proof.

I heard the silence you refused to hear.
You crowned the void and called it dear.

How's the Dopamine Throne, when the room goes cold?
Under the varnish was a vacant stare.
All dolled up, but no one there.
You learned the part, you practiced grace.
A mannequin heart and a borrowed face.

Count the gifts you never saw.
Name the hearts you made a prop.
You fed the hole with strangers praise.
Woke up numb in brighter haze.
So many tears shed — eyes ran dry.
Crown made of vanity to cover a lie.

Betray!!!
Decay!!!

How's the Dopamine Throne, when the room goes cold?
Under the varnish was a vacant stare.
All dolled up, but no one there.
You learned the part, you practiced grace.
A mannequin heart and a borrowed face.
 
Dopamine Throne — does it keep you warm?
Dopamine Throne — how does it feel when the lights are gone?

Tell me how does it feel — ruling a kingdom alone?
Always on your own — from your Dopamine Throne...

Dopamine-Throne RMX

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