Yngvarr Nowicki - Feral Soul (AOR rock ballad)

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======= 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.