KENOSA - Drunk (Official Audio)

Listen to "Drunk", the new single from the debut album 'STATIC/CHAOS'. ▶️ Watch the full STATIC/CHAOS album playlist here:    • KENOSA - STATIC/CHAOS (Full Album)   "Drunk" is a gritty, raw track about the vicious cycle of self-medication and using substances to drown out the internal noise. It explores the heavy, isolating feeling of being trapped in a self-destructive routine, where the "static" in your head only gets louder the more you try to escape it. This is the sound of losing control. 🔔 Subscribe to the channel and hit the bell to join the fracture. Lyrics: Stumbled in at 2:13 Keys in the bowl, missed the whole damn ring Phone face-down on the kitchen tile Half a text and a busted smile Boots by the door, jacket on the chair I said I was fine, but I didn’t care Sink full of cans, ash in the drain Laugh too loud, then I do it again I can feel it in my jaw Grinding down, I’m shaking off One more hit, one more lie Hold my tongue, bite my pride I’m drunk, I’m loud, I’m nowhere clean Spinning in the same routine Cheap beer taste and a head full of static Hands all raw, nerves all frantic I’m drunk, I’m gone, but I’m still here Talking in circles, burning through the hours If I keep moving maybe I won’t hear What I sound like when the bottle powers Laundry piled in a plastic chair Dog at the door like he knows I’m there TV screams through a dead black screen I’m a mess in a hoodie, thirteen bucks and a beat-up lean I keep my chin up, keep my grin tight But the room swims hard when I kill the light Every joke lands like a folded knife And I wake up mean on the other side I can feel it in my chest All this grit I never checked One more round, one more try Same old ghost in a different disguise I’m drunk, I’m loud, I’m nowhere clean Spinning in the same routine Cheap beer taste and a head full of static Hands all raw, nerves all frantic I’m drunk, I’m gone, but I’m still here Talking in circles, burning through the hours If I keep moving maybe I won’t hear What I sound like when the bottle powers I know the floor plan by heart Same sink, same shame, same dark I bite down hard on my own name Try to stand up, then I sway No sermon, no rescue line Just me and this ugly shine If I break, don’t make it pretty I did this to myself in my own damn city Drunk Too much Too fast Too late Drunk Head buzz Cold sweat No sleep I’m drunk, I’m loud, I’m nowhere clean Spinning in the same routine Cheap beer taste and a head full of static Hands all raw, nerves all frantic I’m drunk, I’m gone, but I’m still here Talking in circles, burning through the hours If I keep moving maybe I won’t hear What I sound like when the bottle powers Keys in the bowl, missed the whole damn ring Stumbling back through the same old thing