damn this took me to another realm for a second 😳

Lyrics ♡ 

You think you’re not alone 
but you cry all night 
What a fucking whore
That’s what’s on your mind 

We use a little more 
We ruin our lives 
Will you take control 
and blow my mind 

Can I be yours just tonight 
Can I hold you one last time 
I can’t breathe, I lost my mind 
I  still think we’ll be alright 

When it’s dark outside 
I’ll keep you by my side 
You think she never cared  
Why the fuck should I

Can I be yours just tonight 
Can I hold you one last time 
I can’t breathe, I lost my mind 
I  still think we’ll be alright

Whore

Lyrics ♡

I never needed this 
Never needed love 
But in a room so cold 
I craved your touch 

Now your touch
will bruise me till I cough up blood
And I'll still kiss you 
With this mouth full of blood 

I'll always need this baby 
Don't go 
I think I saw you leaving 
I don't know 
I'll always feel this baby 
Like I'm a ghost 
The drugs are leaving  
But I know you won't 

Like a wildfire
The way it spread to my brain 
I lost all control
Now I'm yours and deranged

I think it'll start to hurt 
When you'll start to forget how to stop 
Crush my face 
With hands that won't behave

I'll always need this baby 
Don't go 
I think I saw you leaving 
I don't know 
I'll always feel this baby 
Like I'm a ghost 
The drugs are leaving  
But I know you won't

Wildfire

survivor's guilt EP

survivor's guilt - Rollie Rot

(coprod.ksun) 


the song represents a rough love relationship with someone who has anger issues (major gay energy lol)

Lyrics: 


quiet life, brasov sign 
so i'll wait out by the creek 
our tanned bodies will burn for dawn 
use your muscles for this thing called love 
start a fight on your porch 
a renegade with nowhere to run 
workout in your small garage 
motorbike just to gun 'em down 
saints just lie and i fucking cry             
bide your time, bite my tongue
hold my hand under these red lights
killed a guy with your own bare fists
no one stops you but i tame you 
hide from cops in the parking lot 
by the abandoned water park 
you just punch holes in your wall 

treat me like your punching bag
no one sees you better than i can
beat yourself up on the floor 
burried a grave for that girl with her dad
by the dam where we'd make love and just touch 

do you honestly feel my love? 
do you think that i'm good enough?
imma be honest you're the one
ride or die, fight or flight 
all i wanna be is bad like you 
share my body and my mind with you    
kraftwerk playing in your bedroom 
drinking that to cope with your anger issues
disobey destroy outlaw 
light match, set it on fire
this fight aint even over 
wreslte ring crowd screaming your name 
strikes like a shark with a blood scent 
knock him out, you'll ascend
wait for glory, you might seem lost  
but you'll know where i am 

disobey destroy outlaw
none of them know who you love
i'm your punching bag, punch him back
hit him hard, kiss me hard 
stab him hard, spit on him 
take it out, take it out

punching bag

nothing new for trash like you, 
plastic bags over our heads and counting to ten
mountain-side, pitolushu
run from this heatwave that’s melting all our dreams
call my name out,
she’s so perfect like an angel on my shoulders
my baby looks so pretty with her long hair
point out constellations on my pick-up truck
buying stacks of corny horror movie tapes
we fuck like she's my bonnie and says im her clyde

i know i will defend her,
wont say I love her, holding hands on a schoolyard court
flowers in december, swimming pools with dead bugs
spiraling and smoking on the motorway
and nothign seems to stop us 
not even the red lights
getting chased down by the police
i hate to say it, i hate to say it, i think i’m in love with you

digging out glass shards out of my skin and stitching me up while we watch the sunrise
going through few grams, maybe we’re slipping
they seem so ahead we’re always left behind 
everything i want in life, seems so out of sight like tunnels closing but at least youre my light 
i’m feral for your love, like saints to dying art
i’ll keep your picture with me and say 

i know i will defend her,
wont say I love her, holding hands on a schoolyard court
flowers in december, swimming pools with dead bugs
spiraling and smoking on the motorway
and nothign seems to stop us 
not even the red lights
getting chased down by the police
i hate to say it, i hate to say it, i think i’m in love with you

Whore

Esther

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