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Character Development

QUESTIONS, CHAOS & FAITH

Hideous

hi, it's nice to meet me

Get Out My Way

We'll Never Have Sex - Leith Ross (cover)

u kissed me just to kiss me - cover

Something In The Water

Twenty years of delusion stitched into me not as weakness but as armour.

Every scream, every stare, every walk until their soles bled has made me braver than any knife, braver than fear itself. 

This track isn’t about the horror of being attacked. It’s about the calm that comes when you’ve seen everything and still stood your ground. 

They thought they picked the sweet one. 

They picked the one who’s carried the weight of a thousand storms.


[lyrics]
Alleyway lungs, hoodie boy stutters,
Knife shakes neon, sodium gutters.
But I’ve been rehearsing, I’ve swallowed the storm,
Two decades of fever, it’s muscle, it’s form.

[Pre-Chorus]
Psych mode grin, teeth flash off-key,
Twenty years of delusion all bleeding through me.

[Chorus]
Eyes that never blink, feet that don’t arrive,
Chemical choirs still humming I’m alive.
Jaw clicks open, silence bites,
Twenty years of delusion rehearsed for tonight.

[Verse 2]
The shadows, the static, the voices unplanned,
The gospel of chaos etched into my hand.
Bleeding through corridors, midnight’s hymn,
Twenty years later, it all lives in my skin.

[Pre-Chorus]
Psych mode grin, teeth flash off-key,
Twenty years of delusion all bleeding through me.

[Chorus]
Eyes that never blink, feet that don’t arrive,
Chemical choirs still humming I’m alive.
Jaw clicks open, silence bites,
Twenty years of delusion rehearsed for tonight.

[Bridge]
(Oh, you had to see that…)
The streetlight hums, the shadows twist.
(Oh, you had to feel that…)
Every ghost I carry leans in with a kiss.

[Verse 3]
Twenty years waiting, I swallowed them whole,
The prophets, the patients, the fragments of soul.
I’ve laced their delusions through tendon and vein,
A quiet contagion, a slow-moving stain.

[Outro]
We’re on the floor, sodium buzzing,
His knife half drawn, his heartbeat stuttering.
He sees me twist the blade back, slow,
A grin like a hymn, a movement like snow.

It’s not rage,it’s not pain, it’s possession made flesh,
A silence so heavy it crushes his chest.
The look that unravels every nerve in his head 
The faces behind mine are all looking back.

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Character Development

Allison Ponthier