NDC TT CHALLENGE: Genre/style: Microtonal Cyberpunk Polka!! | Theme: Heroes | #ByDOT🔥 ⛰️❄️⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆❄️⛰️⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆❄️⛰️⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆ 🎵 NDC – NORDIC DISCORD CHALLENGE 🎵 The Scandinavian home for Suno creators & genre play ✨ Join us on Discord, create with us, challenge yourself! Open for all from 🇩🇰 🇸🇪 🇳🇴 🇫🇮 🇮🇸 🇬🇱 🇫🇴 🇦🇽 ⛰️❄️⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆❄️⛰️⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆❄️⛰️⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆ © [2025] #ByDOT🔥- All rights reserved Verse 1 My father fought storms I never could see, quiet as a mountain, strong as memory. He stitched our lives back together with his hands, no cape, no mask — just the way he stands. And here I am, the crooked one, living half in fear, a patched-up antihero trying to steer. He built my backbone out of stubborn light, I wobble through the days and pray I get it right. Pre-chorus 1 So when my courage drains and the night gets odd, I whisper “Dad… hold me up,” and here comes the Whiskey God. Chorus Whiskey God, pour it in my cup, save me when the world says “give it up.” Burn my throat, light my brain on fire, tonight I’m brave, tomorrow I expire. Whiskey God, halo made of smoke, fix me with a holy little choke. I’m your broken, laughing acolyte, carry me through one more night. Verse 2 He walked like truth — calm, steady, slow, and loved like someone who already knows. He carried weight that would make me split in two, but still somehow kept our sky blue. Me? I’m the glitch, the tilted line, the shaking flame, an antihero stumbling through a losing game. But every wound I tape, every breath I drag, is me trying to live up to the man I had. Pre-chorus 2 I’m not him… but his echo keeps me brave, and when I fall apart, Whiskey God rides the wave. Chorus Whiskey God, pour it in my cup, save me when the world says “give it up.” Burn my throat, light my brain on fire, tonight I’m brave, tomorrow I expire. Whiskey God, halo made of smoke, fix me with a holy little choke. I’m your broken, laughing acolyte, carry me through one more night. Bridge Quarter-tone angels humming out of tune, barley saints rising under a crooked moon. I’m half a joke, half a midnight prayer, but my father’s shadow keeps me standing there. Every sip’s a shield, every dawn a test, heroes shine the brightest when we break our best. Chorus (final x2) Whiskey God, pour it in my cup, save me when the world says “give it up.” Burn my throat, light my brain on fire, tonight I’m brave, tomorrow I expire. Whiskey God, halo made of smoke, fix me with a holy little choke. I’m your broken, laughing acolyte, carry me through one more night. Whiskey God, pour it in my cup, save me when the world says “give it up.” Burn my throat, light my brain on fire, tonight I’m brave, tomorrow I expire. Whiskey God, halo made of smoke, fix me with a holy little choke. I’m your broken, laughing acolyte, carry me through one more night, till the morning comes. © [2025] #ByDOT🔥- All rights reserved
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