Скачать или смотреть Zheyn - 2 voices 1 chain

Stone on my back, iron in my breath,
counting the cracks to stay ahead of death.
They say I’m breathing, but it feels rehearsed,
every step forward drags an older curse.
I close my eyes, I stay small, I stay still,
if I don’t move, maybe I won’t feel.

I tell myself this isn’t who I am,
but the dark remembers what I can.

Hear the roar, feel it crawl under skin,
that ancient fire screaming let me in.
I won’t kill for their gold or their pride,
but the crowd wakes the beast I keep chained inside.
Yeah, I stand, yeah, I grin, yeah, I bleed again
two voices, one chain.

They patch my wounds just to break me clean,
use me like a blade they don’t have to swing.
I count the names I refuse to take,
every spared life another bone I break.
Obedience worn like borrowed clothes,
I bow just enough so nobody knows.

Hear the roar, feel it crawl under skin,
that ancient fire screaming let me in.
I won’t kill for their gold or their pride,
but the crowd wakes the beast I keep chained inside.
Yeah, I stand, yeah, I grin, yeah, I bleed again
two voices, one chain.

I hate the cheers.
I crave the sound.
I want the silence.
I want the crown.
If I fall back into what I was,
tell me
does that make me weak
or just honest with my blood?

Hear the roar, feel it flood my veins,
old applause snapping ancient chains.
I won’t murder for their delight,
but the rhythm of violence still feels right.
Yeah, I fight, yeah, I burn, yeah, I hold the line
two voices, one chain.


When the crowd fades and the gates slam shut,
I’m alone with the part of me I don’t trust.
Still breathing.
Still here.
Still split in two.