Plastique Condessa - I Don't Know What's Real
Jul 24, 2022 12:21:27 GMT
Post by fakepunk on Jul 24, 2022 12:21:27 GMT
Plastique Condessa - I Don't Know What's Real
Data de lançamento: 05 de janeiro de 2026
Duração: 3m58s
Compositores: Plastique Condessa
Produtores: Dark Bae
Gênero: Dark Post Punk
PLASTIQUE CONDESSA RECORDS
Plastique Condessa, continuando sua jornada no post punk, lança o single I Don't Know What's Real, presente em seu novo álbum de estúdio. A faixa fala sobre o sentimento de dissociação e síndrome do impostor, onde Plastique afirma que perdeu a noção da realidade
Plastique Condessa, continuando sua jornada no post punk, lança o single I Don't Know What's Real, presente em seu novo álbum de estúdio. A faixa fala sobre o sentimento de dissociação e síndrome do impostor, onde Plastique afirma que perdeu a noção da realidade
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There's a demon inside of me?
This whole time I was pretending I'm good on something?
I'm becoming confused with everything
On this continuous impostor syndrome
The demons of the inside
They just take my hand
They just ate my heart and my brain
I don't know no more what's real
And I can't feel anything
Everything seems so fake
What I had of good they just take
I feel all I made was mistakes
And I don't know what's real
What's on my head
Nothing is really real
How can I know, if I'm helping someone?
If my existence really matters at all?
If I'll leave something really done
Or if I'll die sad and alone?
The demons of the inside
They just take my hand
They just ate my heart and my brain
I don't know no more what's real
And I can't feel anything
Everything seems so fake
What I had of good they just take
I feel all I made was mistakes
And I don't know what's real
What's on my head
Nothing is really real
This whole time I was pretending I'm good on something?
I'm becoming confused with everything
On this continuous impostor syndrome
The demons of the inside
They just take my hand
They just ate my heart and my brain
I don't know no more what's real
And I can't feel anything
Everything seems so fake
What I had of good they just take
I feel all I made was mistakes
And I don't know what's real
What's on my head
Nothing is really real
How can I know, if I'm helping someone?
If my existence really matters at all?
If I'll leave something really done
Or if I'll die sad and alone?
The demons of the inside
They just take my hand
They just ate my heart and my brain
I don't know no more what's real
And I can't feel anything
Everything seems so fake
What I had of good they just take
I feel all I made was mistakes
And I don't know what's real
What's on my head
Nothing is really real