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Home Demo

hello i need fixing are you home
hailo round your head that keeps me going

fix.

motorcycle by: darker deviant
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there's new steps I can't get into
your eyes cut still on the menu
this black dress I can't get into
got stuck on the chair and I can't move

I'm always falling into
and I can't find the use

if I drop the soap
then I'll pick it up
when I feel like bathing
there's something out
that I can't behave in

I'm always falling into
and I can't find the use

soap

Grammy (as Of Now. Hopefully Making A Concept Album Soon)

Golden Hour- Rat Cat Bastard

lyrics-
Burnt toast 
tired nose
lingers close like a ghost.

I know 
you were home
when the heat lost control.

there's no
way to grow
from present fire,
but the desire,

of soil
 does not seem to 
ever weep through
the devil's havoc,
so go on and have at it.

Chorus:
So spread the butter,
like the tales of a mother. 
The heavens will gift
a pan so sift
the cloudy water.

Is it, 
so bad if 
she wasn't your last kiss?

Selfnote, 
Were you content?
Was that time of yours well spent?

Chorus:
Said farewell lover, 
advice of a mother.
The heavens will gift
a pan so sift
the cloudy water.

Here comes the queen,
she has traveled to kiss your feet
she took form of the breeze, 
she is humble not discrete.

Here comes the king, 
he knows what you have seen,
took form of the light, 
and he gave you his sight.

X2: Don't go,
please stay here.
Because all that you've been waiting for is all that you've been waiting for.

X8: is all that you've been waiting for is 

so close,
it'll come
when the water's
parted from the mud.

Soil (rough demo)

my short simple version of "The Hearse Song"

The Worms Crawl In (cover)

Recorded, mixed, & mastered by Erik Wofford at Cacophony Recorders

So You Think You Found Love?

Tears For Mars

vadalia

If my fantasy is a tragedy, my reality reminds me that it's unimportant. I'm alone, as well, in my holding cell. It's a frozen hell if anyone can get thru to me. I'm not a ghost, you're the ghost. I'm wrapped around in a spiral, down, and I don't know what's beneath me, but it looks scary.

If my fantasy is a tragedy, my reality reminds me that I'm getting nowhere. I've had enough. I won't join your club, so let's wrap this up and you can just return the postcards.

You're not a ghost, you're my ghost. I'm wrapped around in a spiral, down, and I don't know what's beneath me, but it sure looks scary.

I'm not a ghost, I'm your ghost. I'm wrapped around in a spiral. I'm not a ghost, you're the ghost. I'm wrapped around in a spiral.

If my fantasy is a tragedy, my reality reminds me that I'm getting nowhere fast.

Fantasy

camp chasm

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