Cut It Off

Cut It Off - KO x killmesumday x midwxst *1ktekk*

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TABITHA

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Oh my God
I'm so goddamn anxious all the time
I think I'm out my mind a little bit
Sun's up I've been pacing around all night

I feel out of line all the time
Think I whine a little too much
It's all in my head
Guess I'm fine
Don't need to get out of bed
It's alright (Right?)
It's okay to leave yourself in the wench

Okay, alright, okay
Already over you anyways
I'll fight till my heart is grey
And you don't even know what to say
(Umm?)
I'm feeling like my own enemy
I'm locked in the Hennessey again
Maybe if I figure it out
Then I can be my only

Friendship down, I lost a couple pounds
When my ends fell out without me
And I could feel ten feet tall
And not be all talk
But the silence is overwhelming
Maybe I could get it in my head
If you tek a little less
Your protection wasn't healthy
All the little demons
That you keep under your bed
Things you could've never said
Oh my god! I feel I'm melting

The Alligator is coming for me
So tell me what I gotta' do
To prove that you're not all bad
You got my heart on a leash
You're only gonna disagree
When I explain the concept
Too many times I'm left on seen
Now it seems a little hard to process
Now I contest, I won't tell you what you need
And if it isn't obvious, Nothin's been what it seems

Friendship down, I lost a couple pounds
When my ends fell out without me
And I could feel ten feet tall
And not be all talk
But the silence is overwhelming
Maybe I could get it in my head
If you tek a little less
Your protection wasn't healthy
All the little demons
That you keep under your bed
Things you could've never said
Oh my god! I feel I'm melting

ALLIGATOR (project mix)

Hypochondriac - Brakence (Stripped)

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Connections

This piece marks a pivot from the series' focus on personal resilience and quiet action to a broader societal lament: while individuals build authenticity through effort, institutions often manage collapse through evasion. It's a raw indictment of systems that prioritize narrative discipline over tangible relief, ending on a defiant note that true compassion demands naming—and fighting—the fire.

I’ve reached the point where facts stop landing
Charts pile up, nobody’s standing
Receipts waved like they’re talismans
While the room fills up with smoke and chants

They’re not blind, they’re committed
That’s the trick nobody admits
Belief beats data every time
When identity’s on the line

They govern stories, not outcomes
Soft words over hard ground
If the message sounds kind enough
The damage underneath is brushed off

Meetings while it burns
Notes taken, voices calm
They don’t hear the alarms
They rewrite what concern means
Meetings while it burns
Sacrifice said like a spell
No one names who’s paying the bill
While the fire gets managed

Housing cracks, they call it transition
Hospitals bend, they blame conditions
Food lines stretch, productivity sinks
And we’re told to breathe, to wait, to think

Patience is a luxury
Owned by people not drowning
Those without leverage don’t get time
They get managed explanations

Control dressed up as competence
Optics mistaken for evidence
Every failure gets more layers
More spending, fewer answers

Meetings while it burns
Calm voices, sharpened pens
Every problem needs more management
Meetings while it burns
They don’t promise relief
They promise stability
While stability eats the floor

They speak like losses are necessary
Like pain is part of the model
If people resist, that’s the flaw
Not the plan, not the throttle

Prosperity isn’t the pitch anymore
Just smoother decline, tighter doors
They don’t offer a way back up
They offer better language for down

You can’t fix a country by overruling it
You can’t feed kids with narrative discipline
You can’t house families with moral tone
Or staff hospitals from a podium

Meetings while it burns
Criticism flagged as risk
Warnings treated like threats
Meetings while it burns
Emergency logic spreads
The definition of harm expands
And exits disappear

This is how it ends quietly
Not with sirens, not with screams
But with minutes, memos, committees
And children breathing smoke they didn’t choose

I’m not here to convince the clapping crowd
That window closed when the math got loud
This isn’t an argument
It’s a flare

If you’re cheering while the basics fail
While sacrifice never names itself
Understand what you’re defending
Isn’t compassion

It’s the fire
Being called necessary

Meetings While It Burns

DIFFERENT NOW

TABITHA

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