GunsLikeGirls - Clean To Sweep

Juturna

Stop the Fu*king Car

Holding Someone's Hair Back

Her Words Kill - Art Is Red

Uratrupos (v5 Cover)

Crawlin’ in the chatroom, sniffin’ out the youth,
Keyboard warrior, but your teeth miss the truth.
Behind that screen, your mask is paper-thin,
Big bad wolf with a weak, crumpled grin.

Click-click, you slither, slide—
Digital swamp where you hide.

Creep season, caught in the headlights.
Thought you’d feast, but you’re the prey tonight.
Creep season, your shadow’s exposed,
Grimy little hands, but the door just closed.

Talking sweet, but your sugar’s laced with bile,
Candy-coated venom, pedo crocodile.
Hunting for the lost ones, but they’re sharper than you,
Got a net for your lies, now the hunter’s skewed.

You sweat, you stutter, stinking up the air,
A roach in the light, scuttling nowhere.
We see you, hear you, every keystroke tracked,
You’re a ghost in the system; no way back.

Creep season, caught in the headlights.
Thought you’d feast, but you’re the prey tonight.
Creep season, your shadow’s exposed,
Grimy little hands, but the door just closed.

Memory

A Heartwell Ending