I’ve had my fill of the fucking lies
Smiles that cut like a surgeon’s knife
Promises dressed in a cheap disguise
Poison sold as the cure for life
I’ve spun so long in the same old swirl
Drowning in faces, a hollow show
I won’t go back where the edges curl
I’d rather burn than just let it go
I won’t go back to that spinning black hole
The lies I’ve swallowed too long
Just let me know that the wreck I call soul
Will find where it belongs
I built my walls from the rust and doubt
Every crack was a lesson learned
Now the cynic in me wants out
But hope’s a fire that never burned
I don’t need easy, I don’t need safe
Just tell me something that stays true
If I fall again through the noise and the haze
Let there be meaning when I break through
Spinning black hole
© Copyright: Валентин Владимиров, 2026
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