[Интро]
Счастье — услышать твой голос
Твой голос на другом конце провода — это моё счастье
Счастье — услышать твой голос
Твой голос на другом конце провода — это моё счастье

[Куплет]
Очень далеко, очень близко, в других городах или уже никогда
На ровном асфальте, на гневной воде
В холодной панельке или в тёплой избе
В тяжёлой дороге или в лёгком полёте
Все мысли о доме, все мысли о доме
Неважно, где держаться за руки или хотя бы во сне

[Припев]
Счастье — услышать твой голос
Твой голос на другом конце провода — это моё счастье
Счастье — услышать твой голос
Твой голос на другом конце провода — это моё счастье

[Инструментал]

[Припев]
Счастье — услышать твой голос
Твой голос на другом конце провода — это моё счастье
Счастье — услышать твой голос
Твой голос на другом конце провода — это моё счастье

[Бридж]
Твой голос на другом конце провода
Твой голос на другом конце провода
Твой голос на другом конце провода — это моё счастье

[Аутро]
Твой голос на другом конце провода
Твой голос на другом конце провода
Твой голос на другом конце провода — это моё счастье

[Интро: Рустам Рептилоид]
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[Припев]
Нет, я не нонконформист, я просто лох-конформист
Мне будут хлопать на бис, ведь Бог покинул Олимп
Мой стиль — Киркоров Филипп, Моисеев Борис
Удобоваримый глист, беззубый как поп-артист

[Куплет 1]
Но останусь последним на палубе, когда корабль тонуть будет
Я тот самый парубок, что ни минуты не упустит
Сопротивляться до конца будто я дуб дубом
Последний из могикан, белая ворона тут как Лумумба
Отверг постмодернизм, имею пафосный строгий лик
Мои мертвые дети не плачут, мои детишки — семя на лист
Меня не хватит надолго, я буду тут навсегда
Зови меня съехавший для прихожан, я ебучий сектант

[Припев]
Но не нонконформист, я просто лох-конформист
Мне будут хлопать на бис, ведь Бог покинул Олимп
Мой стиль — Киркоров Филипп, Моисеев Борис
Удобоваримый глист, беззубый как поп-артист
Но не нонконформист, я просто лох-конформист
Мне будут хлопать на бис, ведь Бог покинул Олимп
Мой стиль — Киркоров Филипп, Моисеев Борис
Удобоваримый глист, беззубый как поп-артист

[Куплет 2]
Осточертело, остоебенило, но я давлю гашетку в пол
Я декадансное блюдо, для разложенцев — кошерный ролл
Смотри, как гнию на бите, гнию, но сопротивляюсь
Плесень может быть и ядом, плесень может быть лекарством
Новый рассвет обманет, same shit different day
Лью олово в уши, ты ж добавь мне в тусин Елей
Мне нужно больше денег, скупить все смыслы на корню
Я тут играюся на ветвях, в прицеле сытый гамаюн
Но удобнее срубить скорее это древо под корень
Но не забью и гол в пустые ворота — Кокорин
Мне мало, мало, мало огней, мало марихуаны
Так что в пизду весь мир и этот социум ваш нахуй сраный
Уж появляться стали, те, кто как я желает жить
Ха-ха, я слишком грязный, в рубахе не желатин, а жир
Но ты попробуй, а вдруг оно, и ты тот самый пророк
Засей поляну и расцветет цветами огород

[Припев]
Будто нонконформист, а не лох-конформист
И, чтобы хлопать на бис, ведь Бог покинул Олимп
И не Киркоров Филипп, Моисеев Борис
Удобоваримый глист, беззубый как поп-артист
Будто нонконформист, а не лох-конформист
И, чтобы хлопать на бис, ведь Бог покинул Олимп
И не Киркоров Филипп, Моисеев Борис
Удобоваримый глист, беззубый как поп-артист

[Intro]
3:41
You came out of the room and you were crying in a way that nobody could hear
I stopped kicking and screaming when you turned the lights on
You woke me up
I felt naked, I felt exposed
I felt like for the first time, I was intruding on something
You woke me up

[Verse]
You
Filtered out grain, filtered out static
Filtered out me
And I'm so proud of you
That presence that I've tried so hard to make known
It was there, regardless of whether or not I was
And you were showing me that
I wasn't blinded by the light, but by everything else
So let me go
Let me go and don't let go of me
Let me, let me go
And don't let go of me
And I'll do the same
I've been trying to move past the crackles and dust scratches
But that's what I am, you know?
An accidental side effect of a blank canvas
Think about that glowing dust
That destroys the night sky's dream of
Just being nothing
Beautiful, but born to be in the way
That's why all we want is peace, all we want is to stop thinking
All we want is this enlightened silence, it's in our code
That's why it's all so ironic, maybe that's the punchline?
The void... weighs on me
Only because I push away from it
It wavers with the light that follows me like a curious moon
The static that floods every room
Stacks on top of itself until it blocks out the picture
Maybe that's the perfect void that's begging me to join it
Begging me to let you go, without letting go of you
So I can make that void just a little bit brighter
For when you see it, until next time

[Intro: Quadeca]
Fra-Fractions of infinity

[Verse 1: Quadeca]
When's the last time you let yourself think?
I might be gone every time I let myself blink
I wouldn't say I was surprised
On the eighty-second time
When's the last time your love was unrequited?
I know I showed up to the party uninvited
It's getting hard for me to hide (Show me how you'll sentence me)
Running out the light (Divided divinity)

[Chorus: Quadeca]
Tell me
You think it's all in your head
You might be already dead
It's funny when you think about it all again

[Verse 2: Quadeca]
Been afraid of nothing for so long
That's why I'm stuck with it
But nothing is gonna change
Until I change what nothing is, and it's—
Fractions of infinity
Fractions of infinity
Show me how you'll sentence me
Divided divinity

[Chorus: Quadeca]
Tell me
You think it's all in your head
You might be already dead
It's funny when you think about it all again

[Bridge: Quadeca, with Sunday Service Choir]
Every time I miss you
I hear a voice without a face (Face)
And every time I'm with you
The clock hands wave me out of place
Those words don't do you justice, uh
Those words don't do you justice, huh

[Verse 3: Quadeca]
I see my life inside your hands
Walls cave in when you start to pray
I've seen all I'll ever understand
Wouldn't make sense in another way
I think I hit my target weight
Got exorcised while I stood in place
Got every time that I couldn't trace, yeah
Got restless eyes, they don't look away
It emphasized that I shouldn't stay, okay, okay
Uh, based on what?
Rippin' up projector screens
The director screamin' "Cut"
Uh, yeah, based on what?
Take twenty-three, let's get this scene and then it'll be enough, right?
Throw some grain on if you can, and that is that
I'm in that space between your hands about to clap
Those walls are caving in, and, they say, "Congratulations, that's a wrap"

[Chorus: Quadeca, with Sunday Service Choir]
Tell me
You think it's all in your head
You might be already dead
It's funny when you think about it all again

[Outro: Sunday Service Choir, Quadeca]
Those words don't do you justice (Oh, yeah, yeah)
Those words don't do you justice
Those words don't do you justice (Oh, yeah, oh)
Those words don't do you justice
Those words don't do you justice (Oh, yeah)
Those words don't do you justice
Those words don't do you justice
(Fractions of infinity)
Those words don't do you justice
(Show me how you'll sentence me)
Those words don't do you justice
(Those words don't— justice)

[Verse 1]
Cry to sleep, wait a week
Again
Oh
Amen
Counting sheep, crossing streets
Everyone's dead ends
Oh
Amen
And I'm bored
I could be so much more
Than I am
Than I am
I need to go
I heard there's a place for me
One that nobody knows
One that goes away with me
So I drove
Mountains away
To a place that ain't real
To a place that ain't real
And I drove
Mountains away
To a place that ain't real
That's where I wanna stay

[Verse 2]
That place over the hill
Where you dream about crossing
It's not a cry for help
To rethink your options
It's your mom's bakery in Maine
It's that cabin in Sweden
It's the going offline
It's "Nеxt year, I'll go vegan"
It's not a "Woe is mе"
It's a hold the door open
That's a fantasy world
That's the one that I've chosen

[Verse 3]
Somewhere over the hill
Where you cry without speaking
Leave your door slightly creaking
It's all leaking away
When there's nothing to say
There's no point anymore
The words touch your mouth
And they fall on the floor
So why try to move a hair
When you barely exist?
That's a fantasy world
That's where I wanna live
[Outro]
And I float
Mountains away
Where no one can stay
And I go
Not in a rush

[Chorus]
I walk around with knots on my neck and my chest
And my neck and my chest
I walk around with knots on my neck and my chest
And my neck and my chest
I'm a, I'm a open book in a closed casket
I'm a, I'm a open book in a closed casket
I'm a, I'm a open book in a closed casket
I'm a, I'm a open book in a closed casket
Baby, I walk around with knots

[Refrain]
Knots
Knots
Knots

[Verse 1]
Knots, don't ask the question if you don't want the answer, oh my gosh
Ask what the news is, I became a nuisance when we tied that knot
And walked down the aisle, holding back a smile, how many years?
Like lassoing ocean waves when I try to hold back my tears
You told a story and you got to my name and it made you flinch
I became your stutter, I became a knot, I became a glitch
Unlucky tangles, I'm tripping up, tripping over words, tripping over shoes
Tripping over me, tripping over you, tripping over tripping, running outta room
Running outta knots

[Refrain]
Knots (Don't think about it too much)
Knots (That lump)
Knots (That lump in your throat)

[Chorus]
I walk around with knots on my neck and my chest
And my neck and my chest
I walk around with knots on my neck and my chest
And my neck and my chest
I'm a open book in a closed casket (Get it?)
I'm a open book in a closed casket (In a closed cask— oh!)
I'm a, I'm a open book in a closed casket (Ah!)
I'm a, I'm a open book in a… (Yeah)
I walk around with knots

[Refrain]
Knots
Knots
Knots

[Verse 2]
Knots
In my neck and in my chest
Pulling strings 'til they intersect
Uh, uh, still in the carpool by yourself
I had to fasten up my belt, I cut chords if you couldn't tell
Ooh, ooh, I don't fade to black, I cut to static (Static)
I don't fade to black, I cut to static (Static)
Tightrope, try to make it back, it's acrobatic
I hope you could get some luck from scratching at it (At it, huh, at it)
Something's kind of rubbing off (Uh, uh, yeah)
Took it up another notch (Uh, uh, uh)
Had to turn the oven off (Uh, uh)
Puppeteered and strung along (Uh-huh)
Stories end in "Never mind," stories end in record time
I know it's a cruel, cruel world, it happens every time
Get through yours, I'll get through mine
It's just another dot, dot, dot, just another dotted line
I walk around with knots

[Verse 3]
In my chest, no matter how hard my lungs try
Knots on my neck, try to speak, but I'm tongue-tied
That knot's the strongest yet, I don't think it's coming untied
Cold in the room, cold ever since the sun died
Ever since the two sides turned into the one side
Two-faced people only look at you through one eye
Too late— seen you, brought a rope into a gunfight
Shoelaced evil, watch your step before you dust bite
Treat me like a dust mite, thought we had enough, right?
Knots like a fisherman, hooked me in with one bite
Knots like a businessman, tied the tie a touch tight
Not doing this again, thinking 'bout that one night
Knots

[Outro]
You took out that film too soon
There was light (Knots) bleeding in the red room
I'll do anything but stand in front of the projector
I'd watch it all again

[Verse 1: Quadeca]
First things first, can we get shit straight?
I've been alone since you left me in your wake
I’ve been alone to reflect on my mistakes
I've been alone since when
When you offered me your forgiveness
I was begging you not to breathe in
Tried to yell at you from a distance
Could you tell when you let me seep in?
Put my feet on the floor, over each, every board
Heard a creak, turning weak, turn the hеat, up some more
It was spreading, you said, "It's housе settling"
It’s nothing, nothing, a howl in the wind
Rationalize me away if it helps
Home sweet home, I can't stay nowhere else
I cuddled up in the vase on the shelf
Ashes, ashes, a place to myself

[Chorus 1: Quadeca]
Anything
Give me anything
Can't let you be
House settling

[Verse 2: Quadeca]
Cracks in the wall, frames that hide it all
Dents in the rug, aging cytosol
Breathe in the air, laced with my withdrawals
Taken by a god, breaking my alarms

[Chorus 2: Quadeca]
Dead to me
Dead to me
Let you breathe
House settling

[Verse 3: Quadeca]
Lock out the pity, you been dizzy, you been tired
You been busy, keep yourself busy, let the paint dry
I feel guilty, I feel guilty, I can't say why
Words you see through the CO
Breaks my heart, but I'll give it a try

[Chorus 2: Quadeca]
Dead to me (What else am I supposed to do?)
Dead to me (Didn't want to cause pain to you)
Let you breathe (Just make my presence known)
House settling (Until it's set in stone)

[Verse 4: Danny Brown]
No, you can't see me, but when you smell me
We going off on a deep sleep (Yeah)
When you inhale me, no, you won’t feel me
We, we going down six feet (Yeah)
Creep, creep through the crack in the walls
Was never there when you called
Now you trapped in that fog (That fog)
Now you’re trapped in that fog
Ain't tryna gas you out, but right now, that’s what's happening
No capping
Fresh out the stove, it's all over
Now it's closed caskets
You dead to me, so rest in peace
When you run into a nigga like me
Make it real hard to breathe
Now you’re stuck and can't leave (Shit)
Can't touch or feel me, but when you're near me
Fill up your chest and your eyes get teary
Say your peace, say no more grief
It's over now, your soul will sleep
No more pain, don't hurt no more
You lost everything you working for
But life goes on, just not with you
Life goes on, just not with you
I'm the air you breathe, can't get away from me
Kill everything, no place for me
Said no one's safe when I touch your face
I'mma leave it cold, just how it go
You dead to me, just go to sleep
You're dead to me, say "R.I.P."
You're dead to me, just go to sleep
You're dead to me, say "R.I.P."

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Chorus 1: Quadeca]
Can't let you be
House settling

[Instrumental Outro]

[Verse]
You don't grieve
So what about me?
I haven’t slept since
I was laid to rest in
Peace (Peace, peace)