vocals by @mila-moon-672733323 and i, produced, mixed and mastered by me

Take It Back

blood paints black the sink
marks of who I am
burn the needle in 
lay inside my mind

everywhere I am
conscious of the wrong
“there is rest in death”
written on the wall

loud banging on the floor
this skull i want to open
undo myself from all
i see you turn away

eyes gaze down on me
constant nauseous feel
tell me what you want from me
to be something real

loud banging im so sore
this skull i want blow out

skull

spiral

I’ll find a place where I can hear myself and my 
laugh
my laugh
I’ll find a place where I can be completely numb
grown
I’ve grown
I really hate the mirrors you hanged on the wall I look
happy
and ugly
I’ll find a place where everyone can see the light
I fight
you’re right

you think I don’t know 

I’ll die in my head
I’ll die in my head
I’ll die in my head
I’ll die in my head

I’ll find a place where I can speak the words I meant
it’s true
I’m through 
I really hate the way you smile when it’s all black I guess
It’s fine 
you’re right

I think you don’t know

you’ll die in your head
you’ll die in your head
you’ll die in your head
you’ll die in your head

you're right

sipping 
crimson 
river
from your arms

self-less
missing
head won't stop
thinking 

he is my intent (6)
he is my intent (6)
he is my intent (6)

living is 
constant 
laughing
with a frown 

lacking sense of now
perfect soul without 
taking time to find
hiding in the mind

nine answers and a quiestion and a question 
centers of rehabillitasion 
just enjoy the situation the situation
written by nadav ettlinger in year 2001
all right reserved for t.n.s
in the picture: the mail boxes in my kibbutz

אני אוטונומיה written in 2001

only hunter

memories melt in my mind and
who i think i am will die
reasons why i try to find im
multiplying in my
head im seeing patterns
my head is going faster than the
body that i see in bed
im letting go forever
its hurting but doesnt that mean that im growing
change the blood that i am holding
who am i controlling
is he wrong for listening to
demons calling talking to the
open door hes down the hall
went in the wrong direction
getting sick of his perception
he will tell you what he finds inside
but soon forget this state of mind
keep running in and out of time
his sense of self has always been a lie

in skin

starving myself has become my way out 
I find comfort in being empty 
slicing it over my skin its bruising 
but it feels like something 
the wish to have been born someone else has died out 
its exhausting 
waiting for someone who understands this 
hole grey clouds my mind grieves me 

time seeps through 
you'll never get it back 

shut the door dont let them see your 
face in tears i hide 
myself in fear dont feed me i'll leave 
bloodstained mirrors

bloodstain

some bullshit, nothing is serious 

dont harm yrself live live live livelievs  love love live s life can be pretty sometimes you just have to see it

interlude (of beating your face against the floor)

growing up so slow
you bred yr hate here
for everyone you know
growing up so slow 
you learned to hate me
whenever i did anything at all

you feel old
yr only 19
you look old 
yr only 19
yr eyes still pass through me
yr eyes still peirce through me 

666

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