IGŁY, SOCZEWKI, SAMOLOTY Lyrics – Quebonafide

IGŁY, SOCZEWKI, SAMOLOTY Lyrics Meaning

[Intro]
Here, the artist talks about dealing with agoraphobia, which keeps him stuck at home for months. There’s apparently a cure close by, but even reaching it feels impossible. He admits he’s not some superhero or savior, just a regular person. He considers distractions like gaming or blogging but still can’t bring himself to step out. Inside, there’s a scared little voice—like a child—soft and shaky, full of fear, holding him back no matter what he tries to do.

[Zwrotka 1]
In this part, he lists all the things he’s physically strong enough to do—like running fast, lifting heavy weights, even going on long journeys without rest. He’s faced hard environments and cold challenges without stress. He’s performed in stadiums and done business with big names. Still, despite all that, there’s one tiny, personal issue that quietly overpowers all his toughness.

[Refren]
He opens up about fears that seem small but feel huge to him—like needles, flying, or wearing contact lenses. Being seen by others or facing boring, grey buildings can sometimes be too much. He doesn’t feel scared of *everything*, but fear still creeps in every single morning. And just when he thinks he’s got control over his day, a thought hits him—what if something goes terribly wrong, like getting sick or dying suddenly?

[Zwrotka 2]
He gets real about being scared of trucks, people, and even saying out loud what he’s afraid of. Strangely, horror movies don’t bother him at all—it’s the small, everyday stuff that really gets to him. He remembers being chased by a group with bats and seeing intense, violent things, like blood and organs. He’s been in dark situations with dangerous people, but none of that scared him as much as the simple or unexpected things in life.

[Refren]
Again, he repeats those personal fears—needles, planes, contact lenses, being seen by people, even his own shadow. He’s not saying he’s a coward, but he can’t explain why he feels this way every day. No matter how strong or ready he feels, fear always sneaks up on him with thoughts of illness or sudden death. It’s a cycle he can’t seem to break.

[Zwrotka 3]
Here he says he’s not scared of monsters, celebrities, bad days, or canceled shows—things that might seem scary to others. Instead, he fears specific sounds, like certain music beats, or the smoke from BBQs. He avoids drügs like coc*ine and asks for mercy when people assume he’s into that lifestyle. He’s even uneasy around guys casually hanging out on benches. More than anything, he’s afraid of what failure might taste like.