VEENA - The Feaver

THE FEAVER VEENA's new official (experimental) Single. Records in 2025/2026. Everything performed by VEENA. Parental Advisory. Follow VEENA: TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@veena_theband Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/people/VEENA/61575013511905/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/veena_theband Lyrics: Again! Why?! Concrete floor, rhythmic beat, Thousand souls, tired feet, Neon light, bitter sweet, Moving fast, down the street, Iron tracks, winter heat, Staring at the platform edge where all the disconnected faceless strangers desperately have to meet. Metal doors, sliding wide, No more place, left to hide, Cold machine, hollow ride, Same old ghosts, by my side, Rushing blood, turn the tide, Stepping out of smoky wagons feeling like my shattered spirit's burning violently inside my pride. Someone walks, straight at me, Blinded eyes, cannot see, Human wall, let it be, Frozen mind, setting free, Sudden glitch, fatal key, Watch him hit the dirty ground just like a suffocating rotten heavy falling timber of a tree. Fever burns, static sound, Silence grows, all around, Lost the grip, lost the ground, No more sense, to be found, Switching off the system lights until the integrated memory of who I am is totally and completely drowned. Grow despair, for what you wear. You run, to catch...awh yeah! Your past on the way, left behind your take’s! Dead bodies still dance, in your weary glance. Dance through the night, with a hollow sight. You run, to catch...a ghost blight. Your past on the way, left behind your take’s! Dead bodies still dance, just a killer glance. Grow despair, for what you wear. You run, to catch...awh yeah! Your past on the way, left behind your take’s! Dead bodies still dance, in your weary glance. Dance through the night, with a hollow sight. You run, to catch...a ghost blight. Your past on the way, left behind your take’s! Dead bodies still dance, just a killer glance. You wear it. You wear it a suit, feelin' for no one can touch you. Again! mental shower! The same, mental our! Praise sun of rise! Oh.. prise, prise sun of rise. Prise sun of rise. Sun of rise. ©VEENA