DISCIPLE

FOOL 2 THA GAME

ADDICTED TO MISERY

Heaven's Gate Outta Pocket

Two-Piece - Dominance

FEAR OF LOSS - AGAINST THE ROPES (EP)

Denied - Together As None

rev3rent - my hand, your demise

4 - "Enduring Freedom"

Blinding Ignorance

A declaration of final limits. When patience breaks, strength erupts and the storm becomes the only answer.

Bow before the storm

This might be our most experimental record yet.
Maybe even the most dangerous one.

Psycho Killer isn’t here to comfort you — it’s here to crawl under your skin.
It’s a fever dream stitched together from dark pop, brutal death metal, grindcore, and the sweet, sick perfume of obsession.
Imagine if Billie Eilish, Nine Inch Nails, and Cannibal Corpse got trapped in a padded room together —
and decided to write love songs for their hallucinations.

This album is a trip through fractured minds —
self-reflection turned inside out,
lust twisted into paranoia,
madness dressed up like beauty.
Every track is a new personality,
a new voice whispering in the dark.

It’s sensual, psychotic, and brutally human.
A carnival of everything broken,
a love letter to the monsters we hide inside.

All of them share one truth:
They are Psycho Killers.
And maybe —
so are you.

Psychosis

This song is about becoming a machine or something like that?

Tuning: GCGCFAD, but most of the song can be played in Drop C only the breakdown uses the 7th string

Lyrics:
wired to the core (for some reason) - lyrics: 

Beneath the soil I found my name,
Carved in bone and spelled in shame.
The worms sing hymns of my decay,
As the sun forgets to rise today. 

TEAR OUT THE CORDS! FEED THEM MY FLESH! 

Machines breathe where hearts should be,
Steel and rot replacing me.
My coffin’s wired to the core,
I’m awake

[Enter ultra deathcore mode]
OOOHHH!
OHHRR OHHRR!
BREEEAAOH!
OHRHR ORHRH!
BREEE!
OHHRR ERRH SARHH NOOHHGR! BREGH BARHG BORH!  
BREIGH NERHG SORGH NORHG BREEE!
FOORGHGHH NEERHGHG MEERGHHHG OOOOOHHHHHH!

Beneath the soil I found my name,
Carved in bone and spelled in shame.
The worms sing hymns of my decay,
As the sun forgets to rise today.

TEAR OUT THE CORDS! FEED THEM MY FLESH!

*cough*
[Breakdown]
BECOME A MACHINE!
FILLED TO THE BRIM WITH WIREEESSSS!
YOU WILL DIE LIKE THISS!
AAAAHHHHGH!

Machines breathe where hearts should be,
Steel and rot replacing me.
My coffin’s wired to the core,
I’m awake

wired to the core (for some reason)

FEAR OF LOSS - AGAINST THE ROPES (EP)

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