Name: Crystals by Aurelia
Duration: 2 min 51 s
Description: Witches and crystals and spells they won’t understand

I FOUND THIS ON MY PINTEREST FYP AT LIKE 3AM FINALLY LISTENED TO IT AND OMFG HOW IS TS SO GOOD OMG OMG

Witches and crystals and spells they won’t understand

Crystals

for the end times <3

On a hand held radio 
Pre-disease borne hits super viral play 
It's like a piece of art
It's an asylum stay 
In a pack formed for survival
Never get my fix never get no say
But we've bigger fish to fry and we're on the line
We've gotta get away

There's nothing left here
For the rest of us
Only wasteland and desecrated, kicked up, rough
We're like diamonds
Glitter edges cut
They try to keep us down with hands and metal cuffs

(25)
In the digital wasteland 
There's no time for the blah of the boring today
It's just talk of machines as they perambulate and walk about their day
Their machinations are by design and worn with pride
And taken on the chin
They ignore the rancour, and all the rust sores
Like they can't smell the decay within
We rendezvous in the desert plains 
Around rotted cell towers dressed in fame
When we emerge from shelter we remember names
We had left behind with the latest plague
Like a modern dust bowl it obscures the air
While clogging airways and disturbing heirs
We're left in the wake, shaken unaware
Like scavengers, survivors living lives of dare

Cause I'm an optimist,
I call this a place of dreams
Maybe it's just the heat

Heat and pressure make diamonds
Just as they make rhinestones
They say beauty is cheap

There's nothing left here
For the rest of us
Only wasteland and desecrated, kicked up, rough
We're like diamonds
Glitter edges cut
They try to keep us down with hands and metal cuffs

You gotta fight for this
If you really care
Raise up rebel hell
Raise a blaspheme prayer
If they won't fucking help you they're not on your side
Start a riot, throw a punch or get in line

Attention everybody; all stay calm
It's written everywhere on flatscreen walls
It's been there thousands of days, too long
Getting restless here, waiting hours for the bomb

There's nothing left here
For the rest of us
Would it ever be enough?

There's nothing left here
For the rest of us
Only wasteland and desecrated, kicked up, rough
We're like diamonds
Glitter edges cut
They try to keep us down with hands and metal cuffs
There's nothing left here
For the rest of us
Only wasteland and desecrated, kicked up, rough
We're like diamonds
Glitter edges cut
They try to keep us down with hands and metal cuffs

Chronic Wastelanding Disease

for the end times <3

Wireframes, pixel art, rendering virtual hearts
3D, Data Leak, running till the engines stop
Binary slop, photoshop, feel the corruption
Mainframe, Blockchain, meaningless and laughing stock
Copy paste, still the same, Ctrl-alt-del me not
Fed by the cords I absorbed what the web forgot

Overload; Automatic
System's hot- Feel the Static


Overload; Automatic
System's hot- Feel the Static
Overload; Automatic
C'mon don't be so dramatic! 

Fuck it up cause the party's starting
Pucker up cause the name is Darling
Feel the ping when you go to tango
Go insane, fry your brain, till the banging stops
Rewrite it
Rewrite it
Rewrite it
Overwrite it
Rewrite it
Rewrite it
Rewrite it
Overwrite it 
Feel the digital romance angle
Speak inane, kill your brain, till your lungs'll stop

Wires that connect that which cannot be plugged into
Override the firmware to hook up me and you
Liars and deceivers send out armies of robots
And I aware of the plot tear them for parts

Overload; Automatic
System's hot- Feel the Static
Overload; Automatic 
System's hot- Feel the Static
Overload; Automatic
System's hot- Feel the Static
Overload; Automatic
C'mon don't be so dramatic! 

Fuck it up cause the party's starting
Pucker up cause the name is Darling
Feel the ping when you go to tango
Go insane, fry your brain, till the banging stops
Rewrite it
Rewrite it
Rewrite it
Overwrite it
Rewrite it
Rewrite it
Rewrite it
Overwrite it

Overload; Automatic
System's hot- Feel the Static
Overload; Automatic
System's hot- Feel the Static
Overload; Automatic
System's hot- Feel the Static
Overload; Automatic
C'mon don't be so dramatic! 

Burn out with me at the Hydrogen Bar
Codeine, Glue, and You, I still bleed Vera Blue
For you, Latex & Pyromance, Jesus Christ Porno Star
Your Chemical Halo, Electric Molecular

Fuck it up cause the party's starting
Pucker up cause the name is Darling
Feel the ping when you go to tango
Go insane, fry your brain, till the banging stops

System Catastrophe 
Failure in my heart
Valve misalignment
And rate off the line charts
Rip out my RAM 
Kill the switch and all abort
Corrosive adhesive
And sodder off main ports

т3cнn064вь13

for the end times <3

Caution signs abundant
Seems redundant tryna get lost
My hair is cherry
For the post-venom brain fog
I make it easy 
You should see me and see lost cause
Instead your driving ahead 
Like you don't care about your car
Burnt diesel perfume comes from life on the road
Pretty stranger wants to skip over my pot holes 

I wanna let you
I WANNA LET YOU
But I can't let you in 
BUT I CAN'T LET YOU IN
What if we collide
WHAT IF WE CRASH OUR CARS
So I can feel your skin?

Speed up!
Baby turn the heat up 
Don't you wanna meet up?
Gonna keep going till your heart stops

Maya:
Always so contentious, not to mention its just not fair
Don’t be so pretentious, if you want it let me take you there 
Did I stutter? Burning rubber like this shits a race
Throw it in a tailspin just to see the look on your 

Face! Shock, hurry it up!
Its just the curb, don’t worry love
Rumble strip, let’s tear it up
Come on baby let’s have some fun
Hand in mine as you give me the keys
Let’s push that brand new warranty 
Living fast and living free
In the drivers seat just you and me
Hit the gas and skip the talk
Take the ride or stay and walk? 
Come get it bitch, we’re gonna rock
Now reach your hand into my glove box

Speed up!
Baby turn the heat up 
Don't you wanna meet up?
Gonna keep going till my heart stops
Tired of feeling so keyed up
Baby throw your drinks up
Gotta keep running till I get lost

I wanna crash this thing into a brick wall
I wanna rev this fling until your ex calls
Want you to do that thing signs say don't do 
And for you, listening, yeah, I'll listen to you
Am I not speaking aloud?
Do I just talk to myself?
This tension's bad for my head
This heart is bad for my health
I'm gonna sing you a song
Cause baby you ought to know
You gotta take these keys
We're going way too slow
(I'm gonna sing you a song
Cause baby you ought to know)
I want you bad 
I want you fast
I want you way down low
(I wanna scream these notes!)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Maya Malice
https://soundcloud.com/mayamalice

makeout/burnout/crashout

for the end times <3

Let's do each other's hair
(That's Hot)
Let's pretend we're millionaires
(That's not...)
I mean like "The Millionaires"
(That's Hot)
Let's do it all night

Let's sneak into the club
(That's Hot)
Put the bullets 'fore the gun
(That's not...)
I just mean lets have some fun
(That's like...)
Like I'm feeling just so right

Welcome to the worst party you've been-
Two speakers and nobody's drinking 
Crank it up play music that doesn't suck
Sober as stone, wanna throw up

Welcome to the worst party you've ever been-
Two speakers playing Pretty by The Weeknd
I wanna dance but nobodies getting up
I'm so glad that I wasted a weekend

Don't you hear that generic bassline?
To these poor fucks that's rager time
The emos think that no one understands
But I feel I do in this "underground" grand stand
Life is a costume orgy
And I showed up bare in the face
(That's Kafka!)
Life is a madrigal (What?)
And I showed up with the bass

Let's try on each other's clothes
(That's Hot)
Let's write lyrics in a prose
(That's not...)
I mean write it like we're hoes,
(That's Hot)
Let's do it all night

Let's sneak into the club
(That's Hot)
Put the bullets 'fore the gun
(That's not...)
I just mean lets have some fun
(That's like...)
Like I'm feeling so right
(These hoes are killing my buzz!)

Welcome to the worst party you've been-
Two speakers and nobody's drinking 
Crank it up play music that doesn't suck
Sober as stone, wanna throw up

Welcome to the worst party you've ever been-
Two speakers playing Pretty by The Weeknd
I wanna dance but nobodies getting up
I'm so glad that I wasted a weekend

hoes r killing my buzz

for the end times <3

Xx-Mack-xXx-Macabre-xX
Prechorus:
It's like the end of times
It was the end of the line
I fell in lust with a girl we were on line
I check Instagram
And I just don't understand 
How someone rots away in the limelight

Xx-Dart-Darling-xX
Chorus:
And that's All She Wrote
Thats all she wrote
Crying crazy as she crashed through a window
That's all she wrote
All that she wrote
I see ghosts in the mirror and I see my own

Slutmachineee
2nd Verse:
Down down in Hollywood boulevard 
I wanna make you famous girl I could make you a star 
And little doll you can trust me so just let down your guard 
You won't fall
You won't fall tonight

Your assurances are falling onto deaf ears
Anybody at all, get me outta here

I wanna make you and break you and tear you down
Down
Down
Down

Xx-Dart-Darling-xX
Prechorus:
It was the best of times
We weren't the best at rhymes
But we sold anyway
[Insert 4th line]
But I'm feeling the fall
Like it comes for us all
I think I'm rotting away in your limelight 

2nd Chorus:
And that's All She Wrote
Thats all she wrote
Crying crazy as she crashed through a window
That's all she wrote
All that she wrote
One foot in front of the other yet I can't get home 

3rd Verse:
A pretty smile, though its gotten me this far
Fails to take away the damage to your car
They're putting me on national headlines
You'd think they'd see harm in it this time

I don't wanna be seen as ungrateful 
Don't you think this is a bit untasteful 
Vultures preening like they're gonna get a handful
This is looking like more than I can handle

Wondering about the tabloid field day
Imagining the things they're gonna all say
About the boobs and blood and lovehandles
Outnumbering the cream colored candles

And then I see the worst of all
The photos taken after my final fall
They're practically plastered wall to wall
Where'd they get the goddamned gall?

There's nothing more to say and nothing left to do
As my glossed up lips are fading bright to blue
Everyone's the same and they know nothing new
So it never ends and now it calls for you

Prechorus:
I've written all of these songs
I must've done it all wrong 
You've haven't heard a thing 
Ive spent so long
Trying to recall
What was the start of it all?
When did my heart give way to your limelight?

And that's all she wrote 
That's all she wrote

That's all she wrote
All that she wrote

The fall was beautiful 
The fall was beautiful 
The fall was beautiful 
The fall was beautiful

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Slutmachineee 
 https://soundcloud.com/slutmachineee

Xx-Mack-xXx-Macabre-xX 


Additional Vocal Credits :

Kira キラー
https://soundcloud.com/kirakirasan

xX_J4C0_J4WBR34K3R_Xx
https://open.spotify.com/user/31d5vjiun2lw5ffzjogziscudqaa?si=EChCCQWiQz-dZjePkIvvgw&nd=1&dlsi=bd830790c2f94aec

Xx_ZombieStardust_xX
https://soundcloud.com/xx_zombiestardust_xx

All She Wrote ft. Slutmachineee & Xx-Mack-xXx-Macabre-xX

for the end times <3

There's this record I found I and I wanted to play it for you

I found them hidden in the cardboard 
Sitting at the front
Of the room with the dust bunnies
Where they dwell
I put them in the machine
With the buttons on the front
Listen close cause it played,
This is what it tells

I wanna be your popstar 
Your idol wish
I want your loving faces
And the perfect pitch
Want you to know the words
You already do 
Ladi dada di, Ladi dada do

When I heard it I was struck with a dizzy spell
I felt loopy and obscene, fallen in the well
It was something like a dream that I couldn't place
But you couldn't leave behind once you gotta taste
This mysterious gangrene's calling out to me
From the woman in the green sleeping on the sleeve

I wanna be your popstar 
Your idol wish
I want your loving faces
And the perfect pitch
Want you to know the words
You already do 
Ladi dada di, Ladi dada do

I wanna be your popstar 
Your idol wish
I want your loving faces
And the perfect pitch
Want you to know the words
You already do 
Ladi dada di, Ladi dada do

I took them with me through deserts both near and far
Discovered analog speakers in abandoned cars 
Like a seven legged rat, I did nothing but give chase 
To the tantalizing mist bringing beauty to this place
Took a hammer to the scrap 
And a needle to the swell
As I sorted through the junk
Scrounging up something to sell
Just to get another chance
Just to steal another taste
Just to broadcast to the world
Just to see it on your face

I wanna be your popstar 
Your idol wish
I want your loving faces
And the perfect pitch
Want you to know the words
You already do 
Ladi dada di, Ladi dada do

I wanna be your popstar 
Your idol wish
I want your loving faces
And the perfect pitch
Want you to know the words
You already do 
Ladi dada di, Ladi dada do

Will I know when to run?
It's never over but then it's done

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Additional Production Credits to Xx-Mack-xXx-Macabre-xX

Popstar

for the end times <3

I'm showing up in places where I never should've been
You can smell the defeat on the wind
Coming from the front, yeah you'd never let me in
So I'm powdered up, dressed for the sin
It doesn't matter who you say you are
If I can kick it in the back of your car
I was gonna be a singer, didn't get very far
I can tell you want you want, rip me up, rip apart

I know you like it baby tell me how it goes
I know you like it rough, I know you like it slow
I'm a performer punch my ticket baby go
I'll tell you what you wanna hear and I'll 
(I'll-I'll-I-I-I I'll like it)

School girl with the pigtails or the fatalistic queen
Tell me what you want I'll autonomize your dreams
Call me what you want, call me cunt, make me scream
Tie me up, make- makeup, I play it so flawlessly

I know the way you feel when I bat my pretty eyes
Gets you in the mood, gets you gullible and high
I like you addled, you can't see through the disguise
Wonder how long it'll take til I lose my fucking mind
Singing

It doesn't matter who you say you are
If I can kick it in the back of your car
I was gonna be a singer, didn't get very far
I can tell you want you want, rip me up, rip apart

I know you like it baby tell me how it goes
I know you like it rough, I know you like it slow
I'm a performer punch my ticket baby go
I'll tell you what you wanna hear and I'll 
(I'll-I'll-I-I-I I'll like it)

No!
Fuck this
Does it haunt you?
Crawling in your skin?
When you think of me?
I can't think through the din
Does it follow you? Does it change where you stand?
To see me on my knees, begging you to understand

It doesn't matter who you say you are
If I can kick it in the back of your car
I was gonna be a singer, didn't get very far
I can tell you want you want, rip me up, rip apart

I know you like it baby tell me how it goes
I know you like it rough, I know you like it slow
I'm a performer punch my ticket baby go
I'll tell you what you wanna hear and I'll 
(I'll-I'll-I-I-I I'll like it)I'm showing up in places where I never should've been
You can smell the defeat on the wind
Coming from the front, yeah you'd never let me in
So I'm powdered up, dressed for the sin
It doesn't matter who you say you are
If I can kick it in the back of your car
I was gonna be a singer, didn't get very far
I can tell you want you want, rip me up, rip apart

I know you like it baby tell me how it goes
I know you like it rough, I know you like it slow
I'm a performer punch my ticket baby go
I'll tell you what you wanna hear and I'll 
(I'll-I'll-I-I-I I'll like it)

School girl with the pigtails or the fatalistic queen
Tell me what you want I'll autonomize your dreams
Call me what you want, call me cunt, make me scream
Tie me up, make- makeup, I play it so flawlessly

I know the way you feel when I bat my pretty eyes
Gets you in the mood, gets you gullible and high
I like you addled, you can't see through the disguise
Wonder how long it'll take til I lose my fucking mind
Singing

It doesn't matter who you say you are
If I can kick it in the back of your car
I was gonna be a singer, didn't get very far
I can tell you want you want, rip me up, rip apart

I know you like it baby tell me how it goes
I know you like it rough, I know you like it slow
I'm a performer punch my ticket baby go
I'll tell you what you wanna hear and I'll 
(I'll-I'll-I-I-I I'll like it)

No!
Fuck this
Does it haunt you?
Crawling in your skin?
When you think of me?
I can't think through the din
Does it follow you? Does it change where you stand?
To see me on my knees, begging you to understand

It doesn't matter who you say you are
If I can kick it in the back of your car
I was gonna be a singer, didn't get very far
I can tell you want you want, rip me up, rip apart

I know you like it baby tell me how it goes
I know you like it rough, I know you like it slow
I'm a performer punch my ticket baby go
I'll tell you what you wanna hear and I'll 
(I'll-I'll-I-I-I I'll like it)

I'll Like It

johnny (for sarah)

bye bye baby

Young artist, witch, hellenist, pagan, loves nature <3

Crystals

Aurelia

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