The Last Days of Leviathan

Tah Dah (Bonus Track)

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The Vice Quadrant

The Pulls

Ooky Spooky

Cannibal Buffet (2021 Stereo Mix)

Hell in a Handbasket (2021 Stereo Mix)

Dirt Poor Robins album The Raven Locks Act 3

Dirt Poor Robins - Behold the Grave

Dirt Poor Robins - Take Him Away

A Monster's Holiday

A Monster's Holiday (feat. Los Straitjackets)

Zombie Elvis Can Not Die

Zombie Elvis Can Not Die (feat. Calabrese)

RHBE.mp3

spoilers for MAG101! a song for Michael Shelley. me entertaining the idea of a more self-aware michaeldistortion or a thought process of  michael shelley turnin' into michaeldistortion....idk. a compilation of Michael Shelley thoughts.

inspired by The Magnus Archives by Rusty Quill!

LYRICS
I started working for her when I was still young
Thought that place could answer things I didn’t know how to ask
I’d chased answers for years something to quiet my mind
And I knew she had the knowledge I sought to find

I had a flaw you lack and that flaw was trust
I wish I'd kicked it out in time and ground it to dust
Things are more than they appear, doors and people too
The veil between faith and folly is easy to fall through 

Now I can’t see my own limbs; they fade in and out
And there’s bones where there shouldn’t be
My voice is always being mocked back at me
Except for the times when it speaks before I speak

I don’t have all of who I was, maybe I was a fool
full of so much care for others it twisted me from man to tool
Now I’m just some tragedy that hurts your eyes to perceive
Won’t you come through my door, keep me company?





She was forgetful yet had so much behind her eyes 
Knowledge barely contained within her frail frame
I couldn’t tell what it was, but there was a density there
Indiscernible things always crowding her air

I had the feeling if she told me I could not begin to understand
There were times I’d feel ignorant and useless
Feeling she was seeing the world with an added dimension
All I could do was give her all my trust and attention

Now I can’t see my own limbs; they fade in and out
And there’s bones where there shouldn’t be
My voice is always being mocked back at me
Except for the times when it speaks before I speak

I don’t have all of who I was, maybe I was a fool
full of so much care for others it twisted me from man to tool
Now I’m just some tragedy that hurts your eyes to perceive
Won’t you come through my door, keep me company?

We traveled north for a little business trip
To a place with a name that was fake
We shared a glimpse of hallucination or evidence
She gave me a map that made no sense

She said I could stop a great evil
It was the something I’ve become one with
With the map in hand, I stepped into the maze 
Of ever-changing colors and no nights or days

Now I can’t see my own limbs; they fade in and out
And there’s bones where there shouldn’t be
My voice is always being mocked back at me
Except for the times when it speaks before I speak

I don’t have all of who I was, maybe I was a fool
full of so much care for others it twisted me from man to tool
Now I’m just some tragedy that hurts your eyes to perceive
Won’t you come through my door, keep me company?


I met the monster and I made it my own
Made these hallways I wandered my new home
Am I too sharp to look at, am I something unknown?
Would you still call your hand a hand if it had so much bone?

Now I can’t see my own limbs; they fade in and out
And there’s bones where there shouldn’t be
My voice is always being mocked back at me
Except for the times when it speaks before I speak

I don’t have all of who I was, maybe I was a fool
full of so much care for others it twisted me from man to tool
Now I’m just some tragedy that hurts your eyes to perceive
Won’t you come through my door, keep me company?
Won’t you come through my door, keep me company?

Through My Door (A Magnus Archives Fansong)

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