defenestration songs

أقوم الصبح ابخر شعري I wake up in the morning, I put incense in my hair على مهلي أنا مين أنا متهدمش Slow down. Who am I? No one can break me كلوا عمى عينوا على الي اتقال Everyone is blinded by what’s been said و علة قلبي ده كله جروح But my heart is full of wounds بالراحة متخفش أنا مش حوجعك Careful. Don’t be scared. I’ll never hurt you اكره لما تقولي مين الي يلبقلي But I hate when you tell me what suits me

a promise - letterstoyou (2026)

old ways are forgotten the old ones dead what life means no purpose to stir no fish to catch no land to till new ways are falling discoursed into hubris and crashing into ruin have become numbed numbers earth is a market where we are bought and sold