…It Mutates!
Part Eight: Pain

prod. @prod_garrett
mix. @headhaunter
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:
A serrated edge halo and some poorly preened wings
you pecked my cheek as words you said just formed a mean thing
but darling, you're my vice and I was led by your hands
that squeezed my head and turned my eyes into a Venn diagram

your fighting stance is default, button mashed attack moves
had left stab wounds large enough to pass a hand through
and that hand threw this crumpled fucking life in the toilet
(you shut the lid) just to flush a couple spiraling koi fish

rivalling voices in this head all scream in agony
it won't cease until what's in this chest agrees you're bad for me
you're answering and then you grow distant like former colleagues
as you're making origami out of men who show interest

shit, you'd reel me right back with the need to try again
when I'd slip out of your grasp and then feel you guide it in
rewind and pause it here, we can see you hiding it
a mind I lost for years then tearfully reunited with


I'd let you ruin my life, I'd let you bite through the skin 
as long as we're still a thing (girl, you hurt me bad)
you could gouge out my eyes, tell me lies from the start
as long as we're not apart (girl, you hurt me bad)
x2

I've been sucker punched countless times
aim the barrel at me, send another one down the line
outside I seem fine, but on the inside nothing stays put
spleen, stomach, heart, kidneys, and my lungs exchange looks

drunk on dark whiskey, paired with a bite of my tongue
holding your gaze, more like a glare that could rival the sun's
I felt partial to you when your secret life was fulltime
you'd wave a red flag, I'd treat it like a bullseye, 

I got gored, chest pains, the queen's pawn, I'm on board to get played
and she's drawn nylon cords to bedframe, it's checkmate
you edged me - it left me broke, now I've got to deposit some things
you made your statement, should've banked on you withdrawing from me

then we're talking like you're tracking what I'm up to
try to listen intently but you would smack me if I bugged you
you pinned me to the wall, and promised I survived the worst
I'm the main exhibit, the product of your finest work

Pain (prod. Garrett.)

Beautiful balance.mp3

dedicated to my beautiful younger sister, Yana Tomassian. nimitzlazohtla, cihuaicnitl.
additional vocals composed and performed by Jacob Strom
engineered, mixed, and masterd by Josh Elstro, Roberto Parker, and Kyle O'Connell at the Music Resource Center-Cincinnati
cover art by Bennie. @cozylile on instagram and twitter

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smile (prod. mt. marcy)

Here's a song about love...

Produced by @skyhighbeatss
Mixed and Mastered by @halberd-3000
Featuring @milespowers and @emfarrah.
Artwork by Dog Eat Dog Designs. (https://bit.ly/2VPPYYg)

Lyrics: https://genius.com/Cloud-mac-i-love-you-lyrics

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Like That ft. Atwood || prod. by Origami

My verse mixed by @marcthepoet
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Silly Me Ft. Kuzumellow (Prod. Idonthateyou)

Produced by the PHENOMENAL Misery Loves, please PLEASE check them out @ https://youtu.be/f3BdNNNaGx4

hey fun little track w/ @ocoenia , sorry for my absence buttttt I'm getting back in the groove of things and i'm soooo sooo excited love yall so much! 

LYRICS //
https://genius.com/Kyaru-i-hate-where-we-are-lyrics

i hate where we are (feat. ocoenia)

prod. by @officialbiosphere
mixed by @ibr

Lyrics:

A street vendor peddles on the sidewalk
A man walks by made of white chalk
A sculpture they built out of light conversation,
That fell when I passed, so it’s my fault 
A head chef smokes by a side door
Pupils misbehaving like an eye sore
A new couple trips on their own fascinations
They fell when I passed, but they might soar

And All the lights in the sky can’t hold themselves
I’m so wrapped up in myself that
I can’t help with weight they bear
Just tell them they should buy shelves

An old man’s cane on its last leg
A women selling tickets to a nice bed
A man of many mysteries and all of his patrons
Who fell as I passed saw them write checks
An empty jar waiting by a street performer
A business women trynna get her things in order
A man was running chasing down a taxi in thecity street
He feel when I passed, saw him chip his shoulder

And all the clouds in the sky can’t hold themselves
I’m so wrapped up in myself that
I didn’t feel when the rain came down
I felt cold and my coat didn’t really help 

Oh why do I never plan ahead, 
I leave the house so fast sometimes forget my head
My mom called my phone said I need my rest
And when My dad called, well he left a message instead
I walk a long road to work, see the people I pass
Know there’s a part of me that really likes to live in the past
I overthink, and while I’m thinking, I forgot to watch my feet
I tripped and fell as the people walked past

walking with my eyes closed || prod. by biosphere

prod. @saysooo
mix. @ibr
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:
My mom and I would drive through half remembered places/
in forgotten times, where people wore their poorly rendered faces/
but I remember I was too young to drive/
our Ford Aerostar so I’d stare at humongous skies/
and saw where bizarre planets bore storms of gold swells/ 
as we passed the same chain of four storey motels/
and I’d nod off to the rhythm of the windshield wipers waving/
in the type of violent rain that reforms the coast’s shelf/
and the rain caught inside the van’s faint high beams/ 
simulated the appearance of engaged light speed/
we’d rupture through the corkscrewed stars in swirled steam/
to a tableau that’s warped too far, it hurled me/
to a selection of planets that intersected at random/
so we landed on one that we never meant to abandon/
but the air was too toxic for our life support systems/
so she jumped back in the cockpit and we travelled more distance/ 

Where the streetlight bulbs were bright stars/
event horizon highways where light parts/
through science fiction doorways where time starts/
in the past, no matter how long the drives are/
I saw the world refract beyond glass/
of the ’94 van in an endless expanse/ 
saw what the galaxies there had to offer/ 
it’s the ballad of the planet hoppers/

Stationed on a celestial body but I can’t recall its name/
we were studying the fauna on the arduous terrain/
but when the first drops of caustic rain had sizzled through our cabin/
we had to rush back to our ship and leave a teal deluge of acid/
we passed abandoned asteroid outposts ‘round those cluster belts/
and found cold households on the path we traveled, routing somewhere else/
then we chanced upon a space station orbiting a dwarf star/
that acted as our safe haven, soaring through the cold dark/
until the calibration sensors malfunctioned/
and pulled the station to a closer orbit and combusted/
we were flung into the darkness that transformed into a tree line/
a forest out the windows of the van that blurred on each side/
jolted in my little seat that rattled in the Aerostar/
I woke to see my mom turn the van in there to park/
in front of a house, I was both groggy/wide eyed/
as she produced a key that glinted like the starry night sky/

Ballad of the Planet Hoppers (prod. sayso !)

I go vroom vroom in my new depression 

very reminiscent to mac miller's "self care"

Beat: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nFyfNl8mIn4

Lyrics:

Feeling alive? 
I wanna die
How's it looking tonight? 
Never been true to my vibe
Never been you to my likes
Never made use of my time 

Oh oh oh 

Sweetly as I fall right through
I've been needing better news
Lately I've been feeling bruised
My thoughts have been rude
Think I need a little more 

Self-care 
Who cares for
Self-care? 
I should. 

Been waking up feeling like I'm too late 
Panik driven dreams been giving me a tooth ache 
I don't wanna deal with all this today 
Already feeling burned out on a Tuesday 

I don't want to need it but it's all mine 
(all) 
My friends been calling me just way too uptight
(they do) 
Daisy chains been running through the side lines 
(straight thru)
Wish I could stop thinking but it's all mine all mine 

Fight or flight, just want to kill it off 
Been feeling kinda lonely, need to switch it up 
Kicking through the distance makes me miss it more 
Depression hitting different than it did before 

There's comfort in this sadness, watch me 
Trikle in to madness, it seems 
I've been picking up the fractions, 

lately I've been searching for myself 
I need help 
Anybody here? 
Maybe I am someone else? 
Haven't felt 
Right in all these years 

Want it picture perfect 
Want to deserve it 
Too lazy to earn it 
Barely feeling worth it 
Pastel on the surface 
This shits disturbing 
I think I need more 

Self-care 
Who cares for
Self-care? 
I do. 

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Thank you for listening ~

Self - Care (prod. kiyoto)

Chris Wright / ennis joslin / lifelike. / cemdrive

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