At 2pm on 8 October 2025 the Instagram page of Leon Faun has come to life again. A freestyle, naked and direct, published as a surprise. No ads: just music and words.
In the last year the singer-songwriter – one of the most original pens of the new generation – had chosen silence.
The publication of Leon in March 2024, his second album with Island Records / Universal Musicpublished after the splendid Once upon a time of 2021 (here a careful analysis of the poetics of the album by our Latin professor, Davide Misiano), marked the end of the professional relationship with the major label.
His appearances have been rare since the film Brigands to an intense monologue a The Hyenas on anger, all seasoned with a fair amount of live performances.
Now, after months of absence, Leon Faun resurfaces with a single sentence:
“Sorry for the delay 🫀”
A phrase that weighs heavily, because it comes from an artist who doesn't publish by chance. The freestyle that accompanies the post is a stream of consciousness, a raw, vulnerable return full of images: love as madness, memory as condemnation, time as an enemy.
A return full of anger, love and vision
Leon Faun's is a return in which the singer-songwriter, between anger and awareness, returns to expose his fragility, always showing himself for what he is: human. He does this by using the language of rap as a self-awareness session. Each verse is an attempt to find balance between light and shadow, between instinct and redemption.
And even the video that accompanies everything is taken care of in every detail, showing us Leon Faun being made up in a forest before entering a tent and putting himself in front of the spotlights and flashes between broken smiles, paid dearly, and sets.
The video ends with an initial awakening in the woods and the encounter with a sort of Mad Hatter caught in the act of peeing in a bush: showing him a large clock, he tells him that he is late.
A return that tastes like rebirthof a new record start and, probably, of an upcoming single.
Leon Faun – The freestyle lyrics
Face that doesn't age
Eyes that I don't forget
A lethal love
Like a madhouse
I would like to fuck you in time
But the clock is swollen
This anger I have inside
Burns like the photos
Which I keep in the woods
Which I lost
I can't find the coordinates
And now that the fire has gone out
In front of the mirror talking while
I ride seas
I roll dice
Broken hearts
Lost in the Matrix
How you look at me
Leave the cuts
In a dream you appear to me but you deceive me
Blame me one more time
A story that's right for you
I'm inside the bubble it forms
the shadow inside me
For the voice I lost
For the pen I broke
It's a lethal love
Like a madhouse
I would like to fuck you in time but
The clock is swollen
That anger I lost
It burns like the memory
Which I keep like gold (gold)
An answer in that sea of hate (hate)
That was enough for me
never empty again
I put my ass back on the throne
that they took from me
Blame me one more time
A story that suits me
I'm inside the bubble it forms
the shadow behind you
Blame me one more time
A story that's right for you
I'm inside the bubble it forms
the shadow inside me
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