WAKE THE FUCK UP.

Lyrics

MARAKANSKY — WAKE THE FUCK UP

[INTRO — cold voice, ticking clock, beat lurking]
Look at you.
Again.
You said you wanted peace.
So why the fuck are you starting another war?

VERSE 1 — low, controlled, deliberate
Divorce ain't final, still dragging that chain,
Life on your back and you volunteer for pain.
Got enough loose ends, got enough to repair,
Still opening doors to shit that ain't yours to bear.
You know that feeling when your gut says “leave,”
But your lonely little heart says “wait, believe”?
You call it fate, call it hope, call it one more try,
Then act surprised when you're asking yourself why.
You want calm, but you chase complication,
Turn one small spark to a full damn conflagration.
Say you're tired, say you're done with the stress,
Then sign your name on another fucking mess.
I'm not your enemy. I'm the voice you mute,
The truth in the mirror wearing steel-toe boots.
I watched you make excuses, dress impulse as fate,
Then blame the whole world when you sealed your own gate.

HOOK — heavy, chant-like
WAKE THE FUCK UP! (WHAT ARE YOU DOING?)
YOU WANT PEACE—WHY THE HELL YOU RUIN IT?
ONE MORE PROBLEM, ONE MORE NIGHT,
YOU KNOW THIS SHIT AIN'T RIGHT!
WAKE THE FUCK UP! LOOK AT THE COST!
YOU KEEP CHASING THINGS THEN CRY WHEN YOU'RE LOST!
NO MORE “MAYBE,” NO MORE “WHAT IF”—
STOP PUTTING YOURSELF IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS SHIT!

VERSE 2 — heavier drums, colder delivery
Let me ask questions you dodge in the dark:
Is it love, is it fear, is it needing a spark?
Are you scared of the silence when nobody calls?
So you run toward a fire just to feel something at all?
Do you need to be wanted so bad you forget
That a feeling ain't a contract, a spark ain't a debt?
Not every open door is a sign from above,
Not every rush in your chest is a reason to jump.
You don't owe every urge a seat at the table,
You can feel something deeply and still say “not able.”
You can care and step back. You can want and say no.
You can leave some damn questions unanswered and go.
Your life ain't a game where the stakes don't count,
Every choice adds weight, every “yes” adds an amount.
And your future self's waiting, exhausted and pissed,
Asking why today's you keeps making this list.
I ain't saying don't love. I'm saying think.
Don't drink from every cup just because you're on the brink.
Don't turn one complication into ten by design—
You can stop, take a breath, draw a fucking line.

[HOOK — bigger, gang shouts tucked behind lead]
WAKE THE FUCK UP! (WHAT ARE YOU DOING?)
YOU WANT PEACE—WHY THE HELL YOU RUIN IT?
ONE MORE PROBLEM, ONE MORE NIGHT,
YOU KNOW THIS SHIT AIN'T RIGHT!
WAKE THE FUCK UP! LOOK AT THE COST!
YOU KEEP CHASING THINGS THEN CRY WHEN YOU'RE LOST!
NO MORE “MAYBE,” NO MORE “WHAT IF”—
STOP PUTTING YOURSELF IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS SHIT!

[BRIDGE — beat strips to heartbeat, voice almost calm]
And don't you dare blame the world for every scar.
Some wounds were handed to you.
Some doors were slammed in your face.
But some of these doors?
You keep walking through them.
Knowing.
Fucking.
Knowing.

[FINAL VERSE — beat detonates, relentless deep flow]
NOW LOOK AT ME! I'M THE PART YOU IGNORE!
The fist on the mirror, the boot at the door!
I'm every red flag that you painted green,
Every truth you buried so you could chase a dream.
You want a new life with the same old choices?
Then don't act shocked when the same pain voices
Your name at midnight, when the room goes still—
You can't outrun a pattern with a stronger damn will.
You need boundaries, not another confession.
You need action, not another obsession.
You need one clear “no” when your peace is at stake,
Not another damn promise you know you won't make.
DIVORCE NOT FINAL—YOUR HEAD'S IN A STORM,
WHY ADD MORE FIRE WHEN YOU'RE TRYING TO REFORM?
HANDLE WHAT'S IN FRONT OF YOU, CUT THROUGH THE NOISE—
STOP LETTING A MOMENT MAKE A LIFE-ALTERING CHOICE!

[FINAL HOOK — full drums, bass, dark strings]
WAKE THE FUCK UP! (WAKE THE FUCK UP!)
YOU WANT PEACE—THEN STOP FUCKING IT UP!
ONE LIFE, ONE MIND, ONE LINE IN THE SAND,
TAKE BACK THE WHEEL—PUT YOUR FEET ON THE LAND!
WAKE THE FUCK UP! NO MORE PRETEND!
YOU DON'T NEED MORE CHAOS—YOU NEED TO FUCKING THINK!
NO MORE “MAYBE,” NO MORE “WHAT IF”—
STOP PUTTING YOURSELF IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS SHIT!

OUTRO — beat cuts, one low piano note
I'm not here to fix your life.
I'm here to ask you why the fuck you keep breaking it.
Look at yourself.
Now make a different choice.

END