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The life, of the red blooded..

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RED BLOODED

A plane beyond which our measurable reality and perception cannot exist. An unstable system that eclipses our understanding, devoid of the passage of time. The beginning of the end.

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LONE VOID

A composite in video is a layered visual effect that combines multiple image elements or video layers into a single frame, enabling the seamless blending of different visual components through specialised editing techniques or software.

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LYRICS:

time is getting longer i can feel it
waiting on something but ion know yet

i was taking all these pills to the dome yeah
and i wondered why i was feeling so low yeah

im so cold
will you let me in?
i feel old
time wasted without you
dont feel like breathing 

ducking my problems ill deal with it later
i got too much on my plate
not enough friends and too many traitors

i got my bitch, i tell her i love her, she thinking i hate her
i know that she know i got her, i will not ever betray her

im so cold
i feel old

no matter what i do
no matter how i feel
im only wanting you
girl is that a deal

time is getting longer i can feel it
waiting on something but ion know yet

i was taking all these pills to the dome yeah
and i wondered why i was feeling so low yeah

im so cold
will you let me in?
i feel old
time wasted without you
dont feel like breathing

IDK YET [PROD. FORELESS]

By Night

GVG - A Shadow That Keeps Following You Until Your Death [ENTRP002]

TRACK 5
∙ Fmin @ 144 BPM

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WISPISH

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Future on an AlienTrap Beat (Prod. Leezy)


two poems this time 

As I splat my thoughts on the table,
a gross deck of cards to shuffle
all they do is laugh and mock
And stare so much that my arteries have blocked
Their stares become plaque
And however hard I try I cannot fight back
So my eyes bend backwards and spew
Honestly, I don’t blame them
Because if I could take a proper look at the mess in my head
I would too
The iron mask that I parade around everywhere
Has protected me from suspicious care
It doesn’t have a scratch on it, like it’s brand new
But the scratches in my head are scary and true
I can see the blade.
It calls me.
again
again
AGAIN
AGAIN
“You need me. I can save you,” it says. 
I pick it up and brush it against my soft skin;
i’m crying.
it feels good. 
i am in control.
for once.
i draw shapes into my skin
i let the blood trickle down into the sink
in its reflection,
crying hope catches my hazel eyes 
crying hope cradles me in its soft pale arms
i lost the fight this time.


These embers that come from my lack of consternation.  
A fire that gravity does compel.  
Within my own destruction,  
Devaluing extraction here in this hell.  
OBSESSIVE.  
COMPULSIVE.  
OBSESSION,  
COMPELLING,  
This fragmented shit storm of a thing,  
So wretched, these urges.  
Completely, in earnest.  
I've ravaged my own modesty.  
Each spiraling gasp of air,  
So filled with more thoughts and even more than threadbare.  
Mechanical solutions that never pass the time.  
Autodidactic pollution that severs the heart and fucks the mind.  
I've lost much to this lunacy,  
Contributions of a contrived infamy.  
Where has the ground even gone to?  
This truly most desperate attempt at reaching my arms around my mind...  
To choke the insecurity from each swollen nerve,  

That has always been filled with my name.  
These hallways reverberate with itemized intolerable necessity.  
Disgusting need to control that which inevitably will spin further away from me.  
"What is his name?"  
They will ask of me.  
"What was his name?"  
They will ask to see.  

Something that fumbles for truth,  
Something so exhausted and used.  
Someone who wrestles with few, however only in physical ways.  

GRAVITY DOES CREATE AN ORBIT FOR THIS THOUGHT STORM THAT IS LOOSE.  

Awkward, shuffling little man...  
Haphazard miserable little plan...  
"Fold this thing, fold that thing, cross your arms, stand this way."  
Forever and ever and ever in every way.  
No one else could ever be more correct (than me).  
Not in this miserable shit stain of a life.  
No one could ever know more (than me)  
These menacing thoughts that prey upon my mind.  
Intruding,  
Refuting,  
Now eating and bruising...  
My wants so confused for my needs.  
How does it feel to know that there is no controlling each and every single one?  
How does it feel (self) just knowing,  
That this is the source of a lot of your shame.  
Tick,  
Tick,  
Tick,  
Tick...  
BOOM

silence when I bled out

new places

not my loss (ft. pulsi)

doom awaits us all

TRACK 4
∙ C#min +35 @ 140 BPM
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IN SOMNIUM

TRACK 7
∙ Dmin +47 @ 142 BPM

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RISK

bugs under the skin feast on my flesh

Hell is a condition that I remain within.
I am trapped in the agony of my own mind,
for God did not see fit to include an escape
during my Creation.

My body is the barbed wire fence
around my jail.
He, in His Wisdom, made me healthy,
made me able-bodied,
but I, in defiance of His love,
starve and cut this vessel of mine.

All around me are souls free of their own prisons,
or at least with bigger, kinder cells than mine.
They wear the keys to freedom around their necks
and suffer not.
Meanwhile I freeze in the cold embrace of perception,
berating myself
as if I were the Devil.

I have sentenced myself to eternity alone,
yet I seek the path to nonexistence.
I, the selfish monster I have always been,
wish to leave this world,
leaving my agony behind
with the lives I have slithered into.

Every detail of Creation reminds me of my sins.
Salt in wounds I will not let heal.
Every memory a flame,
a red hot piece of metal
pressed to my skin.
I pray in labored breaths
that the singeing of my flesh
might be enough to exonerate me.

Each day on this Earth convinces me more
that I was not made to see Eternal Life.
My scarred body will not rise to rest beside the Lord.
I was born to lay in the ground forever,
eternally marked
with the injury that ends me.
I was not made to defile the embrace of Heaven,
but to fizzle out
like every other evil of the Earth.

To those I love,
I am a tick,
a finite blemish,
praying for a little more time
to be lied to
before I am wiped away.

prisoner of my own mind // forgot why I make music

This track is a CLIP! hit me up if you want the extended

POCHING [CLIP]

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