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RIP YOUR SKIN OFF

heaven2

prod dash 

sample from whiplash
lyrics ⬇️
theres not a future thought in my head oh well
well i could tell you what i want next 
but you would yell
yell at me for my best
for secrets that i had kept
then wonder why i aint slept
oh well
think this is something i cant repeat
keep stoopin low
you gonna find me out in a ditch
i dont want you to know
i dont think i dont think i can be seen like this
id rather you go tell everyone im just in an abyss
stuck out in the snow
way too cold so i couldnt flinch oo

think my lil brodie jus hit em a clip
360 y y hit on yo miss
and he doin damage so that you cant stitch
all of the stuff that you wish he aint did
act like my wifi aint runnin so i could just possibly find me some rest
act like this wachu been wantin
honestly please come be my guest

white paint on my whip
all of my vices green
i dont want you to trip
but i dont wanna you to cling
like what do u mean

well its pretty easy if you would just listen just for a minute 
i could tell u how i really have been 
like walkin to finland
thats how the distance feels between us when you get tempted
if i had wishlist you wont get it
ill throw that lil promise over the hedge

hits like a comet covered in ship
if we woulda saw it it would be sick
hints like a comment you wont forget
but we had a problem thats what we missed
covered in star dust under the mist
woulda been harder not to be hit

barley had started when you had dipped
hate you departed think we had skipped
my head been clouded hate to admit
i hope these feelings diminish they cant replenish
you act like a skit but this now a show
like where did u go
if i had a blick then i woulda blown
like you didnt know

and i cant explain how im feelin alone
every night i feel like theres not a phone
no where to reach
nowhere to be
part of me feel like im left out to bleed

finland (dash)

thank you NE'ERDOWELL and AVXiD for helping me with the master

lyrics
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Wraith
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Time ends
I can hear the sirens
Baby you’re a vulture
Baby you’re a tyrant
Cut me where the line ends
Shape me with the pieces
I can’t find a meaning
I can’t find a reason

You deceived me
“Baby you believed me”
I can’t trust my shadow
Hiding in the evening
I can’t fix the mirror
Showing how they see me
I’ve become a monster
Ripping at the seems

I feel it in my veins
I’m not okay
I turn away
I can’t w face 2 face today
I take the pistol
Maybe this will
Take the pain away
I’m feeling awful
Cause this cost will
Put me underneath the clay
I’m losing focus
Thru the motions
Pray I make it through the day

I wanna side with you
But I’ve witnessed the truth
I can see through your eyes
You’re just stitches and glue

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IcarusLurks
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I guess it's fine if I change my mind
I don't wanna rewind time
And I don't wanna be around if that's fine
I'd ask if you mind
But I don't think that fact would change my mind
I changed up switched the tides 
I'm not sinking this time
Go down low, I'm not tryna feel you though
I've been free for a minute and I know that's not good for me
I know everything ain't that good to see
I watched myself bleed, coughing up blood
I think I'm dying, it's over
I'm not tryna run from shit that can't be undone
Running a race that's already been won
You remind me of silence
While I cry through these low ends
Think I need help now, I'm not coming around
Anyone else now, and I think it's over
Oh I know it's over, but over and over
I lose my composure

deadwood <3

CYBERDEATH w/ IcarusLurks (2NighT)

(lately have these prblms with myself
id give anything to switch with sum1else
bleedin from my wrist hangin from a belt
couldnt give a fck gave up on my health) 

i dont let em see me
sure as hell dont wanna be me
lately feelin stuck
been so down on my luck
get so sick of life and how it treat me
lately have these problems with myself 
id give anything to switch with sum1else
bleedin from my wrist 
hangin from a belt
couldn’t give a fuck
gave up on my health
gave up on it all i dont wanna talk
sit inside alone feel my body rot
losin track of time always broken clocks
devil at the door i hear a wicked knock

thinkin should i let him in 
different vices take control 
i let my mind divert to sin
PHYSICAL MY PRESENCE
BUT YOU FEEL IT DEEP WITHIN
SOLID STATE OF TRAGEDY
BURN WORDS INTO MY SKIN
no its not easy when ive done it all 
stupid little gestures never help 
no they wont help me talk
pills inside a cup to help me feel like i could wash it off
its harder getting sober stuck inside these bedroom walls

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