made this a while ago, felt like uploading

flashpoint

a goodbye

dream it all away

MY MIND IS IN RUINS 2.0

Y’all

Bennie & Kay

It Is What It Is

Crying, Laughing, Loving, Lying

Modafinil

fabricated lies for our followers... the truth is we eat chips in the dark when the posts are done
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LYRICS:
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"Best trip ever.
Cocktails in the sun.
Nothing but good vibes."  

But the photo hides 
The fight in the hotel room
Credit cards maxed out
Silence between them

"Lucky to have found my soulmate. 
Wouldn’t trade this love for anything."

But his voice shakes
Her eyes roll
The dinner ended in 
Slammed doors and cold sheets

"Homemade veggie bowl.
Health is wealth.
Clean eating is life!"  

But the fridge is empty
The bills unpaid
She eats chips in the dark 
When the photo’s done

Münchausen, Münchausen
Who are you when the filter ends?  
Münchausen, Münchausen
Who are you without the lies?  

I need ten posts today
Gotta keep my numbers climbing
Every smile rehearsed
Every meal is perfect timing

Subscribers are my oxygen
Attention is the cure
But the more I fake my happiness
The sicker I become for sure

Münchausen, Münchausen
We are the masks that we defend
Münchausen, Münchausen
Who are we when the lights go dim?  

Münchausen, Münchausen
Everyone’s telling stories online
Münchausen, Münchausen
We're all deceivers by design

Münchausen
Münchausen

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Münchausen by Design

Counting beats, chasing rituals, controlling the uncontrollable. "Bipolar Controller" is the fight inside your own mind.
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LYRICS:
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Darkened ghosts are moving 
In the shadows of my head  
I’m chasing down the rhythm 
Of the words I never said  

No chemicals
No wires
Just rituals and fire  
Balancing on tightropes 
Strung a thousand meters high

Damn the rain  
That falls down  
Inside my brain  

Wish it could  
Take away  
And cool my pain  

But it won't  
So I cry  
To release  
All these scars  
That I've built  
That won't heal  
They're like scabs  
On my skin  
That won't leave  

They build up  
Till it's time  
For goodbye  
Well unless I ride  

In the train  
That won't stop  
Till I heal  
And it's called-
The Bipolar Controller  

Breathing like a metronome
Counting in the dark  
Every beat a tether line
Every thought a spark  

I dance against the spiral
I bargain with the night  
I’m programming my chaos 
Till the patterns come out [wrong]

That falls down  
Inside my brain  

Wish it could  
Take away  
And cool my pain  

The floor becomes my dose of medicine  
The strobe becomes my fractured guide  
A Saturday repeating like confession  
Keeps the storm a step outside  

The sweat rewrites the script that binds me  
The sound becomes the voice I need  
My body finds a fragile freedom  
In the ritual of routine 

Controller… Controller…  
Hands shake
Mind takes over  

Controller… Controller…  
I won’t drown
I’m the operator  

Switch flips 
Controller in my grip  
Switch flips 
But I still make it stick  

Switch flips 
Controller in my grip  
Switch flips 
But I still make it

BIPOLAR 
CONTROLLER 

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BIPOLAR CONTROLLER

a dark, introspective interpretation of Elton John's, "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road" - a reflection on choices, regret, and the cost of chasing artificiality and false illusions in our modern world. 
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LYRICS:
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When are you gonna come down?
When are you going to land?
I should have stayed on the farm
I should have listened to my old man

You know you can't hold me forever
I didn't sign up with you

I'm not a present for your friends to open
This boy's too young to be singing
The blues, ah 

So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl

You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough
Back to the howling old owls
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh, I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road

Ah, ah
Ah, ah

What do you think you'll do then?
I bet they'll shoot down the plane
It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet again

Maybe you'll get a replacement
There's plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain't got a penny
Sniffing for tidbits like you
On the ground, ah

So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl

You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough
Back to the howling old owls
Hunting the horny back toad

Oh, I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road

Ah, ah
Ah, ah

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