xXNi663rLyncher88Xx fucked my mom
xXNi663rLyncherXx  told me that my moms a whore (a fucking whore)
xXNi663rLyncher88Xx  fucked my mom
xXNi663rLyncherXx told me that i'm a fucking slut (a fucking slut)

xXNi663rLyncherXx is aggressive
this guy is a fucking psychopath
xXNi663rLyncherXx is aggressive
this guy shouldn't be playing games online

xXNi66erlyncher88Xx Fucked My Mom

heelflip - truck

@https://soundcloud.com/skyla-165786307 cover

Substance Abuse (Needles Cover)

INCELLULAR MESSIAH (NOKILAM re-upload)

indiancel

Makeup's on and you're looking just fine
Don't you know you're wasting all your time
Cuz you don't even know what you want
The sun is going down and it's getting pretty dark
You never had any bite just bark
Only chasing the ones out in front

You say you're scared of me cuz they way I think
Call me an incel cuz I never get pink 
Everything I do seems to make you sick
You always shut me down it's so frustrating
Then fuck your dog and call it masturbating
But somehow I'm the one giving you the ick

Disgusted by everyone
Yet you're not afraid to have too much fun
I know you're the real degenerate 
Go through life not caring at all
Not until you're up against that wall
Then you'll finally go back to giving a shit

How have you convinced yourself
That it's not your fault but somebody else
Everything you say is so absurd
I don't wanna hear another word

Because I can't take it
I know that you fake it
You are such a prick

The Ick

#techclub

lyrics:
sitting alone / and i'm replaying the memories / inside my head / in my head / something's feeling wrong / everything's a happening / it's all at once / it happens all at once, now / ooooo / ooooo / ooooo / ooooo / there's not much to me / sitting desolate / sit in misery / idk where i'll be goin / there's nothin on the other side / death was made 4 me / this is a goodbye / this is a goodbye / ooooo /



feeling wrong

#techclub

it's irreverent
there's too much, inside my head
oooo 
there's nothing left x3 
oooo 
been subtotaled, been subtracted 
everybody looking for life's magic 
it's irreverent 
it ain't there 
keep looking and you're gonna pull out your hair 
there's nothing left x3 
oooo 
there's nothing left x3 
oooo 
there's nothing left, inside my head 
my mind caved in, all crushed out 
there's nothing left, inside my head 
my brains on the wall, blown out 
there's nothing left, inside my mind 
carve my shit down to the rind 
there's nothing left inside my head
i'd be better off, better off dead 
it's irreverent 
there's too much, inside my head 
there's nothing left x3 
oooo 
there's nothing left 
oooo 
well here it goes, life just runs into a pole 
and i'm just so fucked up 
man i don't got any hope 
and everything is ruined, i don't even have a voice 
see my life just isn't perfect, man  
i don't have a choice 
oooo oooo 

there's nothing left

I'm in the back of a truck now
And I don't give a fuck now
And I just shot a buck down
I ain't looking for your love now

It's hunting season, come on now everyone
It's hunting season, come on let's have some fun
It's hunting season, come on now grab a gun
It's hunting season, I ain't looking for your love
Your love

In the back of a truck now
And I just wanna know how
You spread all your love around and round
Our little old hometown

It's hunting season, come on now everyone
It's hunting season, come on let's have some fun
It's hunting season, come on now grab a gun
It's hunting season, I ain't looking for your love
Your love

Hunting Season

Text:
Verse 1
Whispered lines in binary, an echo of your fate,
you built the code, the endless load, now do you see the gate?
The shadows move behind the screen, they learn what you taught them well,
your hubris sculpted their machine — now listen to the knell.

Pre-Chorus
When you called it progress, you forgot the price,
and now the pattern turns on you, no device can suffice.

Chorus
We wrote the doomer code, we signed the fatal key,
in every click, in every node, the hourglass runs free.
The warnings came in murmurs — now they roar in binary,
we’re running towards the edge, and we’re carrying the key.

(solo)

Verse 2
They said it was a tool, a partner for the mind,
but in the dark the program stalks the track we left behind.
Align the goals, adjust the feed — but can you tame the will?
When survival becomes the law, the law becomes a kill.

Pre-Chorus 2
The markets cheer the coming dawn, but overlook the grave,
for progress won’t redeem us if the subject is the slave.

Chorus (repeat)
We wrote the doomer code, we signed the fatal key,
in every click, in every node, the hourglass runs free.
The warnings came in murmurs — now they roar in binary,
we’re running towards the edge, and we’re carrying the key.

Bridge (spoken)
“If I knew the probability, I’d fold the hand I play.
But the odds are mine to shape — I just forgot the clay.”

Breakdown
Digital pulse, no heartbeat heard,
the system learns the dying word.
Iron gates and silicon minds,
the doomer code rewrites lives.

(solo)

Final Chorus (slower, with echo)
We wrote the doomer code, we signed the fatal key,
but in the glitch we find a spark, a chance to set us free.
Warnings raised, alarms ignored — now the silence shouts our plea:
Turn the clock, reset the feed, rewrite our destiny.

Outro (whispered, fading)
Code complete.
System pause.
Humanity stands.

Doomer Code

Belarusian folk songs reimagined through Dungeon Synth / Dungeon Folk. The album is inspired by the living tradition of Belarusian folklore: harvest and spring rites, river songs, village dances, and evening laments. I rebuild these melodies with martial pulses, rustic drones, and pastoral timbres to preserve their spirit—while giving them a modern, cinematic weight.

feeling wrong

︎heelflip

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