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Тян на обложке из визуальной новеллы: Trick and Treat
Синдром Восьмиклассницы - Школьник

Синдром Восьмиклассника - Школьник (демо)

Грязно и больно

Снафф-порно

Сила в Правде

Альберт кабуу - 42 смерти

Синдром Восьмиклассника – Я смотрю на небеса

Синдром Восьмиклассника – Я ненавижу себя

Синдром Восьмиклассника – Холод

Синдром Восьмиклассника – Запомни

october, red october...

just let me bleed out
dont wanna think now
tired of the way that i'm used and abused
tired of the way you gaslight and accuse
there's still no way outta this one
i'll blow my head off with a gun
each october gets a little worse, and
each october feeds the fuckin curse
i'm old enough to fall from grace
but i'm young enough to save some face
i'd disappear and leave no trace
i'll make it clear, i can't escape
so burn it all and jump into
the fires, that will you make you new
a bleeding corpse, a heart in two
a severed bond tween me and you

misery month: immortal misery (diedinoctober)

MOB OF THE DEAD

EP: Gallows Writings
Story: Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving
Occasion: Halloween!

Lyrics:
[Intro]
They say he rides again…

Lanterns shake like guilty eyes,
Every lie rides tonight.
⸻

[Verse 1 ]
I rode out
chasing reason’s light,
Through fields that whispered
“don’t look right.”
A schoolhouse mind, a skeptic tongue,
Where gospel ghosts still kept me young.
The bridge ahead,
the woods behind,
Each branch a question in my mind.
I mocked their myths
with teacher’s pride—
But laughter dies when logic rides.
⸻

Faith can’t save the man who thinks—
Belief bites harder than it blinks.

[Chorus]
Head count,
how many fears tonight?
One horse, 
no face,
no light.
You can outrun truth till your lantern dies,
But the headless ride never lies.
Count your doubts,
they’re all you own—
Every myth demands its throne.
Head count,
one more ghost to prove,
Lose your mind
to the move.
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[Verse 2]
The bridge was there,
then gone in smoke,
The sky split open,
something spoke.
Faithless man,
you fed their lore,
Now ride, professor... 
think no more.
Pumpkin grin and saber flash,
Hooves like thunder, teeth like ash.
I prayed to math, I prayed to chance—
Both refused the dance.
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[Bridge]
Head down,
don’t look back,
The horseman rides the scholar’s track.
Truth is fear
you can’t subtract—
Head down, don’t look back.

Logic bled, belief attacked—
He took my mind and gave it back.
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[Final Chorus]
Head count,
no one left to find,
They say I lost more than my mind.
Now every story keeps me fed,
A candle where my head once bled.
Count your fears before they speak—
The rational die this superstitious week.
Head count,
my lesson’s taught,
The truth was just what fear had bought.

[Prog/Metal] Head Count (7/4)

Синдром Восьмиклассника – Я ненавижу себя

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