イワシがつちからはえてくるんだ (feat. 鏡音レン)

でもでもだって - ねこまんま feat.初音ミク | But even though / Even if - Nekomanma

og; https://youtu.be/pUOs7Cg0XkM
song by nyannyanya ; cover illustration by yokanko

シング＝ライカマジク / sing = like a magic【 nyanyannya / 初音ミク 】

ERROR DANCE

machine gun in summer / 夏はマシンガン

Hey!Say!精神崩壊 - Pepoyo

DANCE, DANCE, DANCE, DANCE, DANCE
Original Release Date: July 25th, 2024

(Eighth night flailing, I just can't seem to stop)
(Stuck carving out a crest of blood)

B-B-B-B-Bodies stay dropping, they walk into waste
Shot full of toxins, get lost in dismay
Call on the fallen to solve all the problems
They coughing up clots, see em rot where they lay, blegh

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, till thy feet bleed
Laughing uncontrollably, trembling on weak knees
Dance, dance, dance, dance, haven't slept for three weeks
Figures splashing holy water, looking rather priestly
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, till thy feet bleed
Laughing uncontrollably, trembling on weak knees
Dance, dance, dance, dance, haven't slept for three weeks
Figures splashing holy water, looking rather priestly

Rant, rant, rant, rant, rant till the knees seize
Transmogrification, now we a whole new species
Rant, rant, rant, rant, I can hear the trees breathe
Bloody feet, fallen asleep in a pile of feces

Twitching from the ankles to the tongue
Blood dripping down the legs till the cobblestones run red
Run red, run, run if you can and pray that you don't fall
Plague spreading a waltz in a maggoty ballgown

Guild hall crosses, they just starting to rot
And now I'm stuck carving out a crest of blood

B-B-bodies stay dropping, they walk into waste
Shot full of toxins, get lost in dismay
Call on the fallen to solve all the problems
They coughing up clots, see em rot where they lay, blegh
Uh, and I been sick to the bone
Motherfucker steady falling, acting bitch and it shows
Blood dripping outta body, seen they vision get slowed
And the brain is bloody from the sights, I leave your clique fulla ghosts

Pop-Pop-Popping out the motherfucking cut like a flesh wound with some puss, yuck
What the fuck, the flow nuts, did I stut-t-t-t-t-ter? Boy, I'm coming for your blood
Psycho, I might go, the cycle unbreakable, mentally I'm in a state of insatiable pain
I hit a rift in my brain, ten toes for the gang with a foot up in the grave
Fuck with my brothers, promise that's your life, young George Bush, I'ma crash out twice
Blacked out cloak with the iced-out scythe, this is not no song, it's a dead man's plight

(Eighth night flailing, I just can't seem to stop)
(Call on St. Vitus, bodies starting to drop)
(Guild hall crosses, they just starting to rot)
(And now I'm stuck carving out a crest of blood)

Glad handed into a corner, let's see you dance yourself out of this
Making nice with anyone who listens hoping it'll make a difference, but it only takes two to tango

Strangled, bred the pain, spread the brain stem to a stain 'til everyone gets mangled
And they just keep on offering deals till the pain go "Thanks, no," everyone gets mangled

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, till thy feet bleed
Laughing uncontrollably, trembling on weak knees

Rant, rant, rant, rant, rant till the knees seize
Transmogrification, now we a whole new species
The pain that subsists every night-ight-ight-ight-ight

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RATKING 1518

Grim Salvo x Witchouse 40k - RATKING 1518 (ft. Savage Ga$p)

"Are you feeling sad, broken, or simply inconvenient?
Try our patented little lie..."
 ...
Side effects include:
Addiction, sedation, soul death, smile imitation.

Here, take this pill - it fixes your “mood.”
Don't ask questions, just swallow the truth.
Feel a little dead inside? That’s normal now.
Just keep showing teeth - we love that smile.

Prescribe the fog, then blame the haze,
Dull the fire, then call it grace.
You’re not healing - you’re sedated clean,
A puppet pulled by dopamine machines.

“Better” looks good in a pillbox case.
Numb is the new holy place.
They don’t want you whole, just quiet and tamed -
Mental health… now trademarked and named.

Pretty pills, plastic smiles -
Wrap the pain in corporate style.
One-size-fits-all for your fucked-up head,
Just smile wide while you wish you were dead.

White coats, fake hope -
Sell the silence, dose by dose.
You're not cured - you're controlled.
Mental health, bought and sold.

Welcome to the clinic, where the pain’s on lease,
Sign your name, now you’re owned by peace.
You ain’t a person - you’re a stat, a case.
Treat the symptom, erase the face.

No therapy, just therapy ads,
"Talk to your doc!" while you're going mad.
They label you fast so they can med you slow,
Then gaslight your soul while your feelings go.

I don’t need another pill,
I need to scream.
I need someone who hears the silence -
And doesn't drug the dream.

Pretty pills, plastic smiles -
Line us up in sterile aisles.
Hearts on hold, minds on mute,
They treat the pain, then steal the root.

Branded grief, bottled tears,
Patented trauma, sold for years.
I’m not healing in your file.
I’m not a number.
I’m not your style.

This ain’t medicine -
It’s a muzzle.
This ain’t balance -
It’s a fucking puzzle.
I don’t want numb -
I want truth.
But you sell comfort
Like a fucking noose.

Smiling… but screaming.
Stable… but dreaming.
Alive… but where?

Pretty Pills & Plastic Smiles

Light Up is an emotional awakening set to sound — an album forged in vulnerability, resilience, and rebirth. With soaring melodies, powerful rhythms, and raw lyrical honesty, this collection of songs unearths the hidden places where pain lingers, only to ignite them with clarity and fire.

It’s a soundtrack for those who’ve carried the weight of their past like rusted chains, who’ve moved through life unseen, unheard, and yet unbroken. Each track is a spark — a confrontation with silence, a burning away of falsehoods, and a declaration of self through shattered illusions.

The music pulses with a sense of quiet revolution, blending aggressive edge with atmospheric depth. From whispered introspection to explosive anthems, Light Up leads the listener through storm and shadow into a space of catharsis — where falling apart isn’t the end, but the beginning of becoming whole.

This is more than an album. It's a reclamation.
A voice rising from the wreckage.
A heartbeat in the dark.
A fire that won’t burn out.

In the wreckage… we find light.

machine gun in summer / 夏はマシンガン

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