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Bon Jonah

3:34math rock, midwest emo, pop punk, emo Album The Sound a Body Makes When It's Still 2025-08-22

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Description

Producer, Mixer: Brett Romnes

Composer Lyricist: Chris Freeman

Composer Lyricist: Jonah Kramer

Composer Lyricist: Tades Sanville

Composer Lyricist: Ryan Malicsi

Composer Lyricist: Brandon Blakeley

Lyrics and translation

Original

Sad to see the day is hiding like I'm swallowed up.
The sun looks like an accusation pouring hate on us.
Though the later I'm awake, it makes it easier to hide.
Won't have to reckon with my problems if I refuse to try.
Can't communicate clear and concise with this stuttering voice.
Embarrassed to let in my mind or say not anything I touch.
Has something gone wrong, gone wrong, or am I making it up? Actions that make it worse if it's all in my head.
Has something gone wrong, gone wrong, or is it nothing again? Last instinct. Why should
I move at all? Dragging backwards in. Find myself curled up choking on miracles.
How could it get much worse if it's all in my head?
Last instinct.
The plot gets lost in the theory.
Misinterpreting everything. A story told or a fiery squall.
It can't be all the true meaning. Decoding in this short interlude.
The camera flashed to show a sin I already regret. Although I haven't done it yet.
I'd rather mitigate the chance to chill and shut the fuck up.
Has something gone wrong, gone wrong, or am I making it up? Actions that make it worse if it's all in my head.
Has something gone wrong, gone wrong, or is it nothing again? Last instinct. Why should
I move at all? Dragging backwards in. Find myself curled up choking on miracles.
How could it get much worse if it's all in my head?
Last instinct.
The candlelight is a scene of myself on the floor.
Crease the carpet 'til it won't hold its shape anymore. Time wasted on avoidance.
Keep the distance, stay aware.
The absolution seems as strong as there's no guilt if there's no mirror.
Has something gone wrong, gone wrong, or am I making it up? Actions that make it worse if it's all in my head.
Has something gone wrong, gone wrong, or is it nothing again? Last instinct.
Why should I move at all? Dragging backwards in. Find myself curled up choking on miracles.
How could it get much worse if it's all in my head? Last instinct.
Sad to see the day is hiding like I'm swallowed up. Why should I wait it out anymore?
The sun looks like an accusation pouring hate on us. Way too much it seems to spare.
There's no more point to try to speak or hold the word until it dies.
Won't have to reckon with my problems if I refuse to try.

English translation

Sad to see the day is hiding like I'm swallowed up.
The sun looks like an accusation pouring hate on us.
Though the later I'm awake, it makes it easier to hide.
Won't have to reckon with my problems if I refuse to try.
Can't communicate clear and concise with this stuttering voice.
Embarrassed to let in my mind or say not anything I touch.
Has something gone wrong, gone wrong, or am I making it up? Actions that make it worse if it's all in my head.
Has something gone wrong, gone wrong, or is it nothing again? Last instinct. Why should
I move at all? Dragging backwards in. Find myself curled up choking on miracles.
How could it get much worse if it's all in my head?
Last instinct.
The plot gets lost in the theory.
Misinterpreting everything. A story told or a fiery squall.
It can't be all the true meaning. Decoding in this short interlude.
The camera flashed to show a sin I already regret. Although I haven't done it yet.
I'd rather mitigate the chance to chill and shut the fuck up.
Has something gone wrong, gone wrong, or am I making it up? Actions that make it worse if it's all in my head.
Has something gone wrong, gone wrong, or is it nothing again? Last instinct. Why should
I move at all? Dragging backwards in. Find myself curled up choking on miracles.
How could it get much worse if it's all in my head?
Last instinct.
The candlelight is a scene of myself on the floor.
Crease the carpet 'til it won't hold its shape anymore. Time wasted on avoidance.
Keep the distance, stay aware.
The absolution seems as strong as there's no guilt if there's no mirror.
Has something gone wrong, gone wrong, or am I making it up? Actions that make it worse if it's all in my head.
Has something gone wrong, gone wrong, or is it nothing again? Last instinct.
Why should I move at all? Dragging backwards in. Find myself curled up choking on miracles.
How could it get much worse if it's all in my head? Last instinct.
Sad to see the day is hiding like I'm swallowed up. Why should I wait it out anymore?
The sun looks like an accusation pouring hate on us. Way too much it seems to spare.
There's no more point to try to speak or hold the word until it dies.
Won't have to reckon with my problems if I refuse to try.

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