if i lived alone
i’d scream my head off
if i lived alone
i would make my head stop
sick of seeing people
always in my space
sitting on the floor
thinking about how im a disgrace

yeah thanks but i didn’t really want you
go back to the place that they gave you
don’t wanna hear what you have to say
turn around and go away
feeling so salty and i wanted more
nothing but blackness in my core
got super tired so let me sleep
but all i can fucking hear is screams

that’s a writing skill
write about sadness for no free will
all these punchlines for your ears
done this for probably 14 years
ahead of myself, where will i be?
scared of everything i see
things i say to fill up space
all my lyrics are the same

(do you get sick of it?
do you wanna be the one to tell them?
oh, will they get it?
is it another time of bleakness?)
do you get sick of ittttt?
do you wanna be the one to tell them?
oh, will they get it?
is it another time of bleakness?

feeling so salty and i wanted more
nothing but blackness in my core
knocking up on death’s door
gonna find out just what’s in store
yeah thanks, but i didn’t really want you
go back to the place that they gave you
don’t wanna hear what you have to say
turn around and go away
feeling so salty and i wanted more-

I HAVE DREAMS TOO

Track 1 of 3 on "Fugazi!"
Written by ABBATIA
Produced by Syd Solanke
Mixed by Aaron Kessler and Kaje
Mastered by Aaron Kessler

LYRICS:

[Syd Solanke]
You kids look so sad
You in ya’ feels bitch
Hop out tha bag
Don’t let yo head sag
He knows
She knows
Don’t let it drag
You kids look so sad
You in ya’ feels bitch
Hop out tha bag
Don’t let yo head sag

[Droogie]
This game is on a tight-rope
Greyson’s takin’ flight, hoe
Crash and burn, when the crowns all burn, go serve yourself to Christ, oh
My god, this is life though
No replays or lives, bro
Y’all want reassurance, pussy cowards this ain’t Geico
Heebie jeebies, lookin’ creepy when you rollin’ down the block 
Freaky deeky, when you see me, isn’t frequently I talk
Fuckin’ cowards want my trust 
Pedophiles, fucking cunts 
‘Cross the aisles, same ol’ stuff
No-vem-ber, better pack yo stuff and 
Take a walk down blindman’s hallway
Down the Issac Kappy highway
Breathe in and out with that basilisk 
When he wraps around, its inviting 
And this isolation exciting
No obligation, no writing
I feel fuckin’
I feel fuckin’ 
I’m fuckin’ dead, I couldn’t do this for a minute or more
What the fuck it’s all for? A fuckin’ industry whore
They want me slavin’ in a booth to pump a unit a month? 
Just for everyone to tell me I ain’t conscious enough
Fuck!

[Syd Solanke]
You kids look so sad
You in ya’ feels bitch
Hop out tha bag
Don’t let yo head sag
He knows
She knows
Don’t let it drag
You kids look so sad
You in ya’ feels bitch
Hop out tha bag
Don’t let yo head sag
He knows
She knows
Why?

[Syd Solanke]
Why, why
Why do we have to comply
You laugh at the pain 
And cackle and cry
You grabbin the 9 after 5
Eyes, wide
Know I can see underneath of your smize
We one in the same we got matchin disguises
Apathy,
Act like you try
Theres always other ways to cope and I gotta control it, I know it
I want a chance
Just a Mortal Man
Know I fucked up, I knew when he stiffened up
That “shit hit the fan”
Force a Rigamortus on a bigger man
Where the bully nigga?
Im the Boogeyman
Know I fucked up, I know he gon’ do it again
He crazy, I know hes a voice in my head!

[Syd Solanke & Jazz Vicaris]
You kids look so sad
You in ya’ feels bitch
Hop out tha bag
Don’t let yo head sag
He knows
She knows
Don’t let it drag
You kids look so sad
You in ya’ feels bitch
Hop out tha bag
Don’t let yo head sag
He knows
She knows
Don’t let it drag

[Jazz Vicaris]
They say I need some therapy
Lonely with anxiety
On my way to purchase heat 
These crackers keep on testing me
My happiness a fleeting moment 
Never win, I face defeat 
So when I face the devil 
I am kissing up must take a knee
My whole life I felt pressure, so a nigga sit and stress eat 
Depression got me losing weight, so it do not affect me 
Plus I got my dead beat, acting like my bestie 
When he the reason, I’mma kill myself, I’m in a frenzy 
A maniac, can’t react 
I’m heartless, karma
Payed me back 
For petty times that I would diss
Pilllow talking wit a bitch 
What goes around is coming back
Insomnia it’s hard to sleep 
Heebie jeebies, stealthy in the city cause the reaper creep
Lollygagging to my shows 
Hear my pain, you bob your head 
All they do is fucking pose
Yes-men look like bobble heads
Lacking fucking common sense 
Talking to my consciousness
It only makes me overthink 
It’s fucking up my confidence

[Syd Solanke]
He knows she know
Dont let it drag
You kids look so sad
Aye

You kids look so sad
You in ya’ feels bitch
Hop out tha bag
Don’t let yo head sag
He knows
She knows
Don’t let it drag
You kids look so sad
You in ya’ feels bitch
Hop out tha bag
Don’t let yo head sag
He knows
She knows
Don’t let it drag

Heebie Jeebies

hellokitty!

Mixed and mastered by immeshesdead

Lyrics:
Sliding down the spiral 
While we climbing up
While they so entitled 
We make our own luck 

Into the vortex
All so remorseless 
Tried to ignore it 
But it’s right at their doorstep 

When waves start hitting too close to home 
Will it be too late 
Their soul gone monochrome 



Your blood 
Your flesh 
Your cage

Will turn into Metallic sludge 
And fill this gauge 
Rage replaced With fuel 
What once cursed me 
Cured me and because my tool 


Down the spiral in the virtual vortex 
That keeps on spinning till it spits ‘Em out 
Their sadness viral In this virtual vortex 
That keeps on spinning 
till there’s no way out 

No way out 


On the conveyer 
Siyonara last prayers 
Signed all their shares 
Just to be used as spare 
Got out just by a hair 
Just to stare at this screen blank 
Looking for an ultra rare in this think tank 
White noise 
As we sink
So much choice 
Dunno what to link 
In our echo chamber 
Our echo chamber 


Down the spiral in the virtual vortex 
That keeps on spinning till it spits ‘Em out 
Their sadness viral In this virtual vortex 
That keeps on spinning 
till there’s no way out 

Falling till we lose ourselves 
Falling till we lose ourselves 
Falling till we lose ourselves 
Falling till we lose ourselves 



Down the spiral in the virtual vortex 
That keeps on spinning till it spits ‘Em out 
Their sadness viral In this virtual vortex 
That keeps on spinning 
till there’s no way out


Down the spiral in the virtual vortex 
That keeps on spinning till it spits ‘Em out 
Their sadness viral In this virtual vortex 
That keeps on spinning 
till there’s no way out

Veles The Menace - Virtual Vortex (vv)

anotha one from da vault ! new stuff soon :3

art by amiasarts

prod by 

https://soundcloud.com/goodbyex2002
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tokitout w/ ilysm  [goodbyex2002 x U&P]

https://orangemilkrecords.bandcamp.com/album/digifae
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deny it

World Wide Web
▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
Written by Tyler Loughery, Brandon Raymond Campbell and Dylan Ademola Bornsztejn
Performed by ABBATIA
Produced by Syd Solanke and james takateru
Mixed by Patrick Sazon and Syd Solanke
Mastered by Andy Morin and Ryan Dahle

[Droogie]
I know you want it, I know you want it
I know you need
I know you need it, you heed it up in my skinny sleeves, yeah
I’m that shadow in the staircase, cheesin’
Peakin’ off of endorphins, you’ve been seeking
Take a peak (Peak peak)

[Jazz Vicaris]
Dodging a punk 
No running it back, I’m dodging a pack
I can’t be a runt 
Huh... I’ll be up front 
I done cut the line 
Spinning spirals in my head I feel like rock tonight 
What’s ya Kryptonite bitch 
I been mortified, it’s no way I’m living like this
I get super high to cope, I’m with the fucking pilot 

[Syd Solanke]
Huh Huh
They gon catch ya, huh
Backtrack on that history
Shh, like they listening
Itch it, Don't fight
Let the parasite
Writhe writhe writhe writhe writhe
Leave you paralyzed
Lonely and pissed off
Sick in the cabin
Sweaty fist, watching niggas goon through the camera
Fucked up, sloppy
Force-feeding habits
Net got you caught up in the web with arachnids

[Droogie]
Ratchet strapped to the madness
Quiverin’ clicks to bloody havoc 
You could always want it, you could get it, if you need it, so just 

[ABBATIA]
Please don’t let me decide
Tint that shit and close them blinds

[Syd Solanke]
Yeah
We online
Bleed online
We
Won't call
That time
We online
Feed on that blight
Bite bite

World Wide Web
World Wide Web
World Wide Web
World Wide Web

[ABBATIA]
Please don’t let me decide
Tint that shit and close them blinds

[Syd Solanke]
Yayayaya
Someones watching ya
I got huh but I need mo'
Bite bite
Watch em' getcha back
Possum, let em' pass
Wifi in this pit
Schizo, let me snap
Fo-Five on the sink
Who gon' let it splash
That imposter in the crib, looking through the glass 
(Who, who)
Who the enemy, ha
Who gon' send for me, hush hush hush
Watching how I sin, like the centipedes
Yeah, 5G got me sick, they not tappin' me (Not tapping)
They seen me plotting when I click, I got fantasies

[Jazz Vicaris]
That boy counterfeit (Eugh)
Got that bootleg shit but ain’t no selling it
Got ya boo thang, artificial embellishments 
Back in my element, back in the groove 
Popping shit, cause you not that dude 
Track yo act, they watching you 
Stab my back, hoe what’s the truth

[Syd Solanke]
World Wide Web
World Wide Web
World Wide Web
World Wide Web

[ABBATIA]
Please don’t let me decide
Tint that shit and close them blinds
Please don’t let me decide
Tint that shit and close them blinds

World Wide Web

A YEAR IN THE FIRE.

RURAL INTERNET IS:
CHARLOTTE
doin' fine
zombAe

bandcamp (buy)

RURAL INTERNET - GET SHOT (FEAT. ILYSM + RXK NEPHEW)

Produced & mixed by Veles The Menace
Mastered by Kian Viziri

Lyrics:
We are the hypercancer
Consume benign
Tired of false answers
From a mouth and a spine
In the meantime
Shout while the whine
I'd rather be a chancer
Than waste my time
Genetic enhancements
Mushroom flesh
They all generic
Yet the think the ain't like the rest
Just another carbon copy
Nice try was a little too sloppy
Like giuseppe
While them man moving messy
Snaking where they eat
Then acting petty
Meanwhile I mould my fate like putty
Sonic homunculus as i ride the beat dutty
They splicing prototypes
But they end with nothing alike
On your bike
Move on to the next one that you try to bite

Consume from within
As they wear our skin
To walk among us
To hide in their sin
Mannequins
Frail and looking thin
Wear my skin
Wear my skin

They were devoured by what they spawned
Cancer eat cancer eat cancer
Cancer eat cancer eat cancer
Cancer eat cancer eat cancer
Cancer eat cancer eat cancer
They were devoured by what they spawned
Cancer eat cancer eat cancer
Cancer eat cancer eat cancer
Cancer eat cancer eat cancer
Cancer eat cancer eat cancer
Consuming doom
Paralysed by the wait
But they dunno how soon
Tick tick
Boom boom bang
Culture come round like a boomerang
They pointing fingers but they don't know who
While they all content in their virtual womb
Hypernormal land
Hypernormal land

Consume from within
As they wear our skin
To walk among us
To hide in their sin
Mannequins
Frail and looking thin
Wear my skin
Wear my skin

Veles The Menace - Hypercancer

@doggiechow side B of PHC001 w/ @sexyeyes 33

PHC001: DOGSEX SIDE B

Got my head full of dreams, when will they accept me? $28.50

World Wide Web

ABBATIA

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