Cover art by Theo 

Feeling more lighter no flooring
Boring buy sight or for snoring 
Mixing my drugs reassuring 
Fixing to soaring 
Never enough i need more shit 
Pill biter for more hit x4

I dont wanna say nun 
I dont wanna play 
withdrawing today  
feel i might decay 
On my knees and pray 
But dont see no change
Pass me back the tray 
time to feel the same 
Now i feel best and free reading the recipe downers amphetamines what i need imma fein 
sucks to be in this place seeking for rest and peace 
imma sleep maybe weep back up cant freeze my feet 
on the flee imma leave stay and streak squeezing whats left of me maybe gods testing me maybe its just to be maybe its up to me 
i could be clear and clean i could be near to we guess we’ll see

Junkie [Prod. Kill Ebola + Frdm.wav]

AIBRY drags you through the cathedral ruins with Choir of Broken Mouths — a 17-track descent into trapmetal and deathcore chaos. Spine-snapping drops, guttural choirs, ritual ambience, and the kind of distortion that feels like it’s tearing through your ribs.

This isn’t background music. It’s a possession.
It Wants Out. It Became Me. It leaves you with No Pulse.

Listen if you’re ready to bleed.

10.Moshpit Funeral

@g6th @killebov @yunghonja @fuckapache @ghostofblu @fabidhabi @pxlse 

bitch.

FABI DHABI x GOTH x KILL EBOLA x HXNJV x APACHE x GHOSTOFBLU - "FLESH!" [ PROD. PULSE ]

dead.

instrumental @warfill
mix/mastering : @frxchtzwxrg

LYRICS :

END MY LIFE/
STABBING IN YOU WITH THE KNIFE/
LET YOUR BODY SACRIFICE/
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE TRIBE/
TALK SHIT BURN YOUR BODY TILL YOU´RE FUCKING DEAD/
PULL THE TRIGGER SHOOT THE BULLETS STRAIGHT IN MY FUCKING FACE/
FUCK FUCK DANCING WITH THE DEMONS/
FUCK FUCK DEVIL BITCH SWALLOW SEMEN/
GOD IS THE DEAD GOD IS DEAD GOD IS FUCKING DEAD (2x)

VOCALS FOR FLIPS

GOD IS DEAD (PROD. WARFILL)

lyrics 

incapable of love bitch im toxic
drug tests are the only time im positive 
i wish suffering and sadness had an off switch
thats why im drinking when i pop shit
thats why im puking in the faucet 
thats why back in early august 
i went to class with pills in my pocket 
but i left cus i cant work in an office
rather rot inside my closet make clothes sell beats
art is the only reason why im still breathing 
on my laptop all night when i cant sleep
back hurts cant see when will someone sign me
flying out to different states and countries trying to find me
all these meds jus make it hard to let my fucking mind speak
saying that she good for me but i aint good for nothing
mabye if im distant i can let my fucking soul free
nobody miss me
my mind is empty
someone come end me
someone come end me
x2
fuck a chain bitch id rather rock a noose 
when you better thats when locals want a truce 
but id rather crush up oxycontin put it in my goose
im already rotten what the fuck am i gon loose
what else can you do

biv

they aint give a fuck about me
they bluffed up lie through they teeth
loosing myself bitch you nothing to me
cant even sleep i cant breath
the fuck does you mean x2
aint no longer the team 
you gon act like you seen
pistols, poisons, and dreams
fuckas poppin them beans jus to lean for the scene 
you can miss me with all of that
fuck just to call her
bitch i need all of that
lil punk fuck where your collar at
fuck ya questions 
fuck ya life and lessons 
fuckas talk your blessings never get to steppin
a mofucka cant have shit
doing devil choke hold on my soul fantastic 
i wish you would mofucka 
you doing all the shit i wish i could mofucka
i pull up to your set i hope you good mofucka
all thoughts telling me i should mofucka
fuck around and leave this shit for good mofucka
clip to my lip let it rip blow the back out my hood mofucka

poison w/ biv

tatted queen on top of me and she aint gotta carve now 
barred out sparked up drunk fuck throwing up
4 dros dunked in loco punch 
growing up slow enough
whip look like snow on the bluff 
prone in dust scope jus above your nostril now your postures fucked 
and floating up to kingdoms come
over sober leave you u frozen fucking soaked in cum 
front lobe dumber from the downers now im working numb
stitch my smile up cus life been loosing all its fun
steady pop till the coffin 
stop all the sobbin the thoughts leave you rotten 
let them jus talk going ghost aint responding 
puny ass people jus oculus 

im going ghost x4

ghost [prod. kill ebola + pulse]

kill ebola - run 4 cover (prod. sulate + xxny)

kill ebola - i hate when you breathe w/ goth (prod. pulse)

my consciousness stuck out of reach
chemicals melt on my tongue as we rot at the beach
wash away in the sea

round and round it go roller coaster dome
dryer full of clothes head like all of those
show em wrote thru these flows surface spoke all they know
kick claps with off key tones catchy from pointless notes
fuck phones
land of the lazy braindeads 
same speds ate meds vibrated to your end
promo they make trend go lone aint make friends
my zone no defense we all weak meat flesh

block the thoughts with box of cough and sniffs
erasing pain and clocks its stops the sobbing quick 
forget myself for a while a growth apocalypse 
sore slept metal cots my car impounded hit
sought confidence like pockets hollow quick
stop locking lips bitch back to slobbing dick
thot thought she slick she aint that hard to get 
lard targeted get hit with shards of tin
push pins of twins of hers n hims who think they all so different 
but littler than litter shit and try so hard to fit it in
social skills petite women 
life is feet fitting you defeat driven 
she got meat mittens knees got fleece in em
seamen speed given she a need pin it 

you a loser moveable meat
chug kombucha chase it with bleach
medicine made my kidneys weak
weak wavs fill up your feed
fucker living like he deceased 
busy bee been grinding teeth
extinct

weak.wav

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don’t utter a word break your mandible
you trying to run it aint practical
as i grew old i got radical
breaking up outta the manacles

you isn’t more than a bitch, please
blood drip through the space in my teeth
the roots of the earth will consume you 
Wrap round your throat, you cannot breath

I, can’t  enter my mind, im always on the hunt to find some time
you, your teeth start to grind, my mental leaking out its unconfined