Paroxysm Projekt - Olive & Oak

Описание: Lyrics:

You stand at the window,
But you’re looking through glass
At a graveyard of moments
That you know can never last
You tell yourself that, anyhow...

You wear your apathy
Like a heavy winter coat
Protecting the throat
That used to sing,
But now just chokes

I looked into your eyes,
A mix of olive and of oak
Saw the forest fire waiting,
Saw the rising of the smoke

I wasn't sure at first
If I could brave the heat
Or if the man inside the ice
Was just deceit.
But I know I can.

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They taught you love
Was a game of losing ground
Manipulated silence,
So you stopped making a sound

You built a castle out of loss
And barricaded the door
Convincing yourself
You didn't dream anymore.
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I see the hopeless romantic
Hiding in the dark
Trying to bury the vision,
Trying to stamp out the spark

You can be the stone,
You can be the cold
I will be the patience
That your history couldn't hold

So go ahead and sharpen
The edges of your pose
I’m choosing you anyway
I’ll hold the thorns on the rose.

We’re two visionaries
Stuck in a world that is blind
Painting colors on the ceiling
Of a monochromatic mind

I know you want to run,
I know you want to fold
Because everyone you loved
Turned your warm heart cold

But I am not the ghosts
Who made you feel so small
I am just the girl waiting
On the other side of the wall.

Then the Scorpion rises,
The tail curls up high
You’re terrified of living,
So you prepare yourself to die

You sting your own skin
Just to sabotage the start
You’d rather stop the beating
Than risk a broken heart

You’re stubborn as the winter,
You’re jagged and you’re wild
But I can see the artist in you,
And I can see the child.
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I see the hopeless romantic
Hiding in the dark
Trying to bury the vision,
Trying to stamp out the spark

You can be the stone,
Tou can be the cold
I will be the patience
That your history couldn't hold

So go ahead and sharpen
The edges of your pose
I’m choosing you anyway
I’ll hold the thorns on the rose.

Let it bleed, let it sting
I’m not going anywhere,
I’m not abandoning you.

Olive and oak, look at me now
We’ll make it through the wreckage,
I will know how
I choose the thorns.
Yeah, I choose the thorns.

Paroxysm Projekt - 2026