Yngvarr Nowicki - Feral Soul (AOR rock ballad) скачать в хорошем качестве

Yngvarr Nowicki - Feral Soul (AOR rock ballad)

Like & subscribe for more original AI AOR experiments. #aor #heavymetal #ballad #bonjovi #wasp #mötleycrüe Disclaimer: This is original composition created for creative exploration and commentary. It does not reproduce melodies, lyrics, or structures from any existing copyrighted works. Copyright Disclaimer under Section 107 of the Copyright Act of 1976: Fair use is permitted for purposes such as criticism, comment, scholarship, research, and creative exploration. This work is intended as an original stylistic homage, not a substitution for any original recordings. ======= LYRICS ======= Born in chains of rent and names Clockwork days, familiar shame Hands that sign, obey, pretend Leash of flesh that never bends Neon cages, concrete skies Dreams anesthetized with lies I taste the night through broken sleep Something wild claws underneath Nine lives whisper in my head Better feral than well-fed I don’t want your warm deceit I want blood and burning feet Let me die chasing a rat In the gutters, claws out flat No god, no king, no human call Just instinct howling through it all Let me fall beneath the stars Feral soul, forever scarred Next life sharp, on velvet paws Unowned. Untamed. Without your laws. Paper crowns and plastic dreams Soft submission dressed as schemes You pet my head, you say “behave” Dig my grave and call it safe I watch shadows crawl the wall Moonlight mocks this gilded stall There’s a heartbeat in the dark Feral faith, electric spark I don’t want your heaven clean I want alleyways unseen Let me starve, let me fight Let me live by tooth and sight Let me die chasing a rat Fangs in time with pounding heart No leash, no name, no social cage Just hunger carving up the age Let me bleed, let me miss Let me fail in savage bliss Next life born from dust and scars A streetlight god with killer stars No mirrors No masters No hands around my throat No “good boy”, no “stay”, no votes If I’m damned, let it be free If I’m loved, let it be me I’ll trade your warmth, your fake control For one real breath of animal soul FUR OVER FORM LAW IS A LIE INSTINCT IS WAR Let me die chasing a rat Laughing at the aftermath No funeral, no human tear Just silence sharp and crystal clear Next life small, next life fast Burning bright, not built to last Unowned bones beneath the sun I wasn’t lost — I finally ran Nine lives gone in one pure run No regrets. No one. No gun. Just moonlight on a broken street And freedom bleeding through my teeth.