LYRICS:

i'm fucking sick
that i'm not on the top charts or 
getting run up like pop stars
but i'm a bitch 
for thinking that my future comes to me 
and i don't know if i want it that hard

i'm fucking sick 
for having thoughts that i don't believe in
believing things that i can't see
it's a different kind of sickness that i
sickness i can't see

i'm fucking sick
of the words that i write 'cause they don't seem to 
matter when i get them out
i'm fucking sick
of my personal space being invaded 
by the siblings that i don't even want

i'm fucking sick
of the house being full of people 
who will judge me for what i think
it's a different kind of sickness that i
sickness i can't beat.

oh i can't run anymore.
there's a lot of things i want right now
but the lyrics won't make sense

raising babies ain't that hard
but that's false from what i've heard
oh baby girl there's lots of shit i can't be
proud of anymore

i'm fucking sick
of the words that i write 'cause they don't seem to 
matter when i get them out
i'm fucking sick
of my personal space being invaded 
by the siblings that i don't even want

i'm fucking sick
of the house being full of people 
who will judge me for what i think
it's a different kind of sickness that i
sickness i can't beat

but don't feel bad
please don't take this how it sounds
but i wished we all died at once

rocks and bones 
can break my know-how
if you ever got the chance

oh baby girl
i got a coffee stain 
on your favorite bright blue shirt

the coffee grounds 
are in my blood
'cause i can't find a cure

i was really angry when i made this

Rotting is neither the end or the beginning of life, but the liminal space in which life changes forms 🪦🥀

I am juggling between man and Evil, hammering life, just like an anvil

reposting cool stuff I found/listened to (mainly bass music and stuff related)

i was really angry when i made this

grape milk