Wallflower

Stay in, stay in You can be alone Stay in, stay in You can feel like home Breathe in, it's a place Where you belong Where no one, no one No one does you wrong Your capsule is your fortress Where you can lick your wounds You are people avoiding people And fall in love with solitude They won't find me in my shell The chances go to zero I'm a guest in my own skin I take it off and be myself The outside is hostile And the waves hit me hard So I climb into my shell To lick my wounds again Silent and satisfied Misunderstood and proud Biting on my tongue In fear of saying something wrong My circle of old friends Is getting empty, getting empty Getting empty emptier And I don't really wish for Really wish for new ones I gotta go home, my batteries are low This life is a lockdown I gotta go home, my batteries are low That's what it's all about I never asked to be here I hated that from the beginning Turning molehills into mountains I feel the pressure building Should I just go on Or jump over the wall And say hello to the sick, sick world? I gotta go home, my batteries are low This life is a lockdown I gotta go home, my batteries are low That's what it's all about This life is a lockdown That's what it's all about

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 23, 2026

Stop Go Go on My wish would be To see this sun shining To hear these birds singing Children laughing, hearts recovering My dream has always been Life has always seemed To be an amusement park Rather colourful than dark I wanted a loser to win The thin never starving The full not keeping it down And needing nothing from no one I wanted the poor to live in abundance I wanted the rich to have someone Except for himself To love and take care of I wanted a loser to win The thin never starving The full not keeping it down And needing nothing from now on Firеs burning all around us And all we feel is cold I want a neighbour, not a hater And a hеad to go 'round From white white snow But what to do now? Wish I could catch God by the beard And drag him to the dirty streets To show him what was going on The kind of curse we've waged upon We're halfway through to freedom The path is treacherous The best way to make a kettle boil Is to turn your back on this You've stranded me with no decree No lessons given, only learned Cold blood is coursing through my veins 'Cause ice will never burn What is happiness? What is inner peace? What do we have to do To get a piece of you?

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 23, 2026

Like a lunatic, frantic The man in the room looks so dramatic With a left shoe on his right foot This spiral traffic feels too traumatic, too traumatic Quiet The man is wandering around Where's the way out he never found? And inside There's a ball made of lead It's rolling and rumbling on parquet, yeah Oh, how heavy is the ball It bends his spine to the very ground Neither his nor another Enormous, ludicrous Oh, how heavy is his thought In a half an hour or so It crushed the floor And smashed the man's toes Oh, how heavy is his thought In a half an hour or so It crushed the floor And smashed the man's soul (Whirl) through the black holе in the floor (Spin) I begin my whirl (Swirl) I'm a driftwood with no strength (Spin) without soul, with no will Likе a feather I travel down (A spiral staircase) One more loop through abyss (Where stairs are erased) Like a feather I travel down (A spiral staircase) Falling deeper than it is (All stairs are erased) Through rapids and stones I came like water and like wind I go Through rapids and stones I came like water and like wind I go Spin, swirl Whirl, spin, swirl Swirl Whirl, spin, swirl Whirl, spin, swirl

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 23, 2026