𝘽𝙍𝙊𝙊𝙆𝙇𝙔𝙉𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙊𝘿𝙋𝙊𝙋 || (𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 + 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙚𝙙 + 𝙢𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙙)

Heartbeat skipping like a scratched CD…
Can’t stop it… can’t calm it…
Thoughts circling like they’re hunting me…

I feel the pressure crawling up my throat again,
Like every word I swallowed wants to pour out where it’s been.
Hands shaking, mind pacing, breathing out of sync,
I try to quiet down but my heartbeat doesn’t blink.

Raised in a house where silence meant “watch out,”
So now every quiet moment feels like something to doubt.
My chest gets tight, and the walls get thin,
Panic running circles underneath my skin.

Thoughts crash fast, no brakes on the track,
Every memory hits like it wants to attack.
I try to stand still but the floor starts to tilt,
My body keeps reacting to a world I didn’t build.

Feel it rising… feel it flood…
No escape… it’s in my blood…

“Words spill like bullets, can’t hold them back.”
My panic mouth fires every fear I lack.
“Shaking through my chest, everything too loud.”
I’m drowning in thoughts I never said out loud.

“Words spill like bullets, hit me where it hurts.”
Can’t cage the feelings, they burst and blur.
“Panic in my voice, chaos pouring out.”
I break every time I open my mouth.

Yeah, I talk too fast ’cause my brain won’t slow,
Every thought’s a lightning strike looking for somewhere to go.
Therapist says “breathe,” but the breath gets stuck,
Feels like fear’s got my lungs wrapped tight in a clutch.

Every argument I start is just a reflex shake,
A reaction to the echoes that I can’t unmake.
People think I’m overthinking for the thrill of the chase—
But panic’s not a habit, it’s a survival place.

I’m scared of the silence, scared of the wait,
Scared of what memories might detonate.
Every loud room feels like drowning in sound,
Every quiet one feels like danger inbound.

Feel it rising… feel it roar…
No calm… not anymore…

“Words spill like bullets, can’t hold them back.”
Every fear fires fast when I feel attacked.
“Shaking through my chest, everything too loud.”
I choke on the thoughts I never said out loud.

“Words spill like bullets, hit me where it hurts.”
My panic mouth speaks before my brain converts.
“Panic in my voice, chaos pouring out.”
I break every time I open my mouth.

Breath on the edge…
Heart in a cage…
Mind full of storms…
Body on stage…

Voices collide…
No place to hide…
Panic inside…
Won’t subside…

“Words spill like bullets, can’t hold them back.”
I’m trying to breathe but I’m under attack.
“Shaking through my chest, everything too loud.”
I’m drowning in thoughts I never said out loud.

“Words spill like bullets, hit me where it hurts.”
This panic mouth speaks before I rehearse.
“Fear in my throat, chaos pouring out.”
I break every time
I open my mouth.

PANIC MOUTH

Every Step Of The Way 2

Todos los créditos a sus respectivos autores.
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[IMAGEN Y CANCIÓN.]

All credits to their respective author.
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[IMAGE AND SONG.]

Все кредиты от их соответствующих авторов.
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[ИЗОБРАЖЕНИЕ И ПЕСНЯ]

dont smile at me

my boy - (slowed/daycore/anti)

cake

cake (slowed)

crybaby

selfish by madison beer but slowed and reverbed

selfish - madison beer (𝔰𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔟𝔢𝔡)

𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!

𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮 𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙚𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙭  ~𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙~

Now that i think abt it, this song barley relates to Settie ☹️ becuase yaknow.. HE IS MALE!!!!!!! and for other reasons, oh well too late now
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me no own song all i did was mess with it a bit

Teachers Pet(slowed)

song : dollhouse - melanie martinez
program : WavePad
cover : https://i.pinimg.com/564x/02/45/be/0245bead57690a6288de9b722af36a76.jpg

dollhouse - melanie martinez (slowed)

taking requests !!
spotify playlist- https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1fCEXhTv5yrxLDW4tC60wj?si=S9u1LVWeTXSgnnkHQrOdPA
ty for everyone listening to my audios it means a lot to me :) i dont own any songs i post.

cake (slowed)

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