calmness only calmness

[PROD. FLOORISH]

These simple minds
Never gotta think twice
Bout their shitty life’s 
Jealous, I want a bite 

Gimme a piece of that pie 
Stab me, do it twice  
I’ll just fucking multiply 
Leading my own swarm of flies

Quiet boy from a quiet town 
People stare but never make a sound 
Always rolling loud 
Speakers bumping real loud 

No apologies
Cuz I’m better than these
Fake ass wannabes
I know what I fucking wanna be

You’re too busy talking shit
To know the life you wanna live
Tried to save you from that shit
But you’re just too incompetent 

Fucked up hoes, I had to leave that
Left and I’ll never fucking be back
Shawty, you know that I need that
Camouflaged until I bleed some tree sap 

I’m yo bitches favorite earworm
Buzzing like another bee swarm
Got old clothes, another tee worn 
Off my meds, you gotta be warned 

Be warned that I got no off switch 
People gas me up just like I’m Auschwitz 
Head in the ground just like an ostrich 
Cigcada a motherfucking boss, bitch

INHUMATION

ALWAYS WRITTEN AND VERSED BY JAY TRUGLIA 888 AND THE BEAUTIFUL PIECES WITHIN 

LIVING DEATH (BLUEASALLAHHUE)

Mikey bon3z-Meth on Lock ( Dope Phene Music).mp3

Baby Basse

INFESTATION. PSYCHOTIC BREAKDOWN. Welcome to the inside of a failing mind. This track is pure paranoia, fueled by an internal siege. The production features heavily distorted, wobbly 808s and chaotic sound design, reflecting the feeling of being eaten alive by black thoughts. The vocals alternate between manic whispers and outright screams, capturing the sound of sanity dwindling. If the music sounds like an emergency, that's because it is. Get out, or stay and rot.

MAGGOTS IN THE BRAIN

suffocating cyber-nightmare of glitchcore, digital hardcore, and voidwave decay. Detuned synths stutter like corrupted prayers under layers of tape hiss and distant emergency sirens. The kick drags itself forward, crushed and half-time, as if wounded. Fractured 8-bit arps flicker and collapse, swallowed by tectonic sub-bass that rattles bone. A trip-hop beat sets the stage with lush orchestral strings and atmospheric pads, building a cinematic intro. Trap hi-hats and 808s drive a deep, punchy Memphis groove. Southern rap verses flow with orchestral stabs, while explosive, gospel-tinged choruses break into dubstep drops and choral swells. Ghostly, soulful baritone vocals command, blending the grit and intimacy of a live gospel revival with dark R&B edge, layering live crowd responses and organ runs to evoke a world-changing, electrifying experience.

#147[debut single] "Staring At Your Name" [pop]

Take My Thoughts – Alternate Sadistic Version

The alternate version of Take My Thoughts intensifies menace and compulsion, turning the song into an addictive ritual of psychological manipulation, Vocals are sharper, breathier, and teasing, layered with spectral harmonics that make every phrase feel like an unavoidable command, 808s hit harder, distorted sub-bass coils around metallic synths, and reversed whispers ripple through the track like a predatory echo, Lyrics become more confrontational, taunting the listener while claiming inevitability, emphasizing the impossibility of truly capturing the speaker’s ideas, Repetition and hypnotic phrasing enhance addiction, creating tension and obsession, This version is sadistic in its allure, pulling the audience deeper into trance-like loops where rhythm, occult energy, and cerebral play merge, Listeners are left captivated, aware they are both participant and prey in the ritualized musical spell

Take my Thoughts ⚡︎

cemetery centipede in the flesh 🪰
on all plats now

cigcada@gmail.com
insta and discord is cigcada too js hmu

INHUMATION

CIGCADA

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