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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Space Of Variations
Space Of Variations
Performer
Tymofii Kasatkin
Tymofii Kasatkin
Drums
Oleksii Zatserkovnyi
Oleksii Zatserkovnyi
Electric Guitar
Anton Kasatkin
Anton Kasatkin
Electric Bass Guitar
Dmytro Kozhukhar
Dmytro Kozhukhar
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tymofii Kasatkin
Tymofii Kasatkin
Songwriter
Oleksii Zatserkovnyi
Oleksii Zatserkovnyi
Songwriter
Anton Kasatkin
Anton Kasatkin
Songwriter
Dmytro Kozhukhar
Dmytro Kozhukhar
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Space Of Variations
Space Of Variations
Producer
Oleksii Zatserkovnyi
Oleksii Zatserkovnyi
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I want it real, I don't want to fake it.
We need to talk, damage done, let's face it.
You loved me once, but today you're blaming.
Wanna believe, but the faith keeps testing me.
But the faith keeps testing me.
And the faith will test you.
I want it real, I don't want to fake it.
We need to talk, damage done, let's face it.
You loved me once, but today you're blaming.
Skeletons moved from the closet to the basement.
You're scared of death and scared of living.
The pressure is gonna eat you, baby, eat you, baby.
You better run, better run,
Faster than my bullet.
Faster than my word.
Nowhere to run, where to run.
You summoned the future. It's here, and it's knocking on your door.
Wanna believe, but the faith keeps testing me.
But the faith keeps testing me.
And the faith will test you.
I want it real, I don't want to fake it.
We need to talk, damage done, let's face it.
You loved me once, but today you're blaming.
Wanna believe, but the faith is a cage.
In the merciless march of evolution,
My flesh and bones are a good foundation for a brighter future.
Do I even have a chance?
To find a sense, to find a reason of this prison in my
Head.
Спати не хочуть ці чорні зіниці пустих домів.
Я все розгубив.
У тілі ночі блищали зірки, як леза ножів.
Я на межі.
Бачили очі завмерла у просторі зграя птахів.
Спати не хочуть ці чорні зіниці пустих домів.
I want it real, I don't want to fake it.
We need to talk, damage done, let's face it.
You loved me once, but today you're blaming.
Wanna believe, but the faith keeps testing me.
But the faith keeps testing me.
And the faith will test you.
I want it real, I don't want to fake it.
We need to talk, damage done, let's face it.
You loved me once, but today you're blaming.
Skeletons moved from the closet to the basement.
Written by: Anton Kasatkin, Dmytro Kozhukhar, Oleksii Zatserkovnyi, Tymofii Kasatkin
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