More songs by Militarie Gun
Description
Somewhere between pain and anger, a strange calmness emerges - the kind that comes when the ashes have cooled but the smell of smoke still lingers in the air. There is no melodrama here, only honesty: about wounds that do not heal and memories that play on repeat like a broken record. One remembers too vividly, the other not at all. And in this contrast, everything happens: destruction, purification, new skin on old scars.
The music crunches under your fingers like shards of glass. There is anger in it, but without hysteria - just fatigue from the eternal struggle with other people's ghosts. It is neither revenge nor forgiveness. It's the moment when you finally stop looking for someone to blame and start breathing - with smoke, pain, and some stubborn desire to live on, no matter what.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Break into my car, leaving all your useless thoughts.
Knife through the door, reminder of the ledge. Try to make me jump. If I don't, you'll push me off.
Try my best to make it and I'll make it. Things you'll never remember,
I'll never get to forget.
Things you'll never remember,
I live through again and again and again.
Say the worst thing that you can.
Again.
Again and again and again.
Oh, God owes me a check.
Do you feel better now leaving it all with me?
Leave me burning down, reminder of defeat. Successfully murdered all of my goddamn peace.
Now we both have this disease. Things you'll never remember,
I'll never get to forget.
Things you'll never remember, I live through again and again and again. Say the worst thing that comes to mind.
Does it feel better to be so unkind? Don't know why I was left outside.
God owes me money, I'll get it in time.
Post-traumatic feels too dramatic. You're lucky your memory's just static.
Burned too bright into my eyes.
I don't know how we survived.
Too close, but not close enough. I wanna feel it.
Please don't hit me soft. Don't know why I was left outside.
God owes me money, I'll get it in time.
Things you'll never remember, I'll never get to forget.
Things you'll never remember,
I live through again and again and again.
Say the worst thing that comes to mind.
Does it feel better to be so unkind? Don't know why I was left outside.
-God owes me money, I'll get it in time.
-Take this bottle before I wallow in this bitch. I'll admit. I know I'm addicted to getting lit. Addicted to getting lit.
Addicted to getting lit