soundcloud only...
prod. irby - https://www.youtube.com/@irby314/videos

The waves you hear crash down
They are misspoken
Leaves inside the pack are ripped open
Find it hard to love 
Told i was broken
I’m crystalized inside 
I was hoping
   
Intertwined timelines
Flooded rooms 
Under gray skies
Walking through streets at night
Can't seem to find your light
Welcome to the end
Of my ride
2 times is a long time
Texting you but I can’t type

Lost in the big world
Where no one knows me
Too drunk too lonely
Wishing for you to hold me 
Beyond redemption  
It wasn’t for the attention
Too bad i’m gone now
Blurred my own reflection

Calm down
Look up to the sky
Wind gush 
Rush against the time

Just lust
Keep me in your sight
What's love
No one thought to try

misspoken [irby]

prod me x caves

msitreated, misplaced
scars on my face
smoking so much lately
my teeth got yellow stains

no feelings, erased
hate how people change
bloody knuckles hit the wall 
but life's still the same

over you in my head
in my heart u still there
my body's a mess
feel u eating at my flesh

feeding off of me
ur drinking what i bleed
acting like you love me
then use me like a leach 

how ain't u ashamed of ur-self~
keep on acting like ur the-best
i think u should just let me-rest
stop trynna find where my body-at
  
deep down, covered in dirt 
x marks the spot i got hurt  
under a tree, where the sun won't burn
is where i wrote this song


the pains been way too much for me to ignore
i cant go on like this ill be dead on the floor
and ill never understand how im supposed to endure
everything you do to me when you could never support 

ive been tryna find the motivation just to keep it goin thru my daily schedule
wheres the patience im amazed at everybody tryna talk about their troubles
in a couple days the world will change a war will break and its a shame thats a daily struggle
dont be afraid when the earth shakes and we dissipate into the rubble

casperrr- mistreated, misplaced (etchmygrave flip)

shoutout @xemmy_exe for finishing this, fuck zel he a bitch

[safeatlast]:

talkin that shit but i came wit intentions
next up better pay me attention
im in my bag and you cant get a mention
tough luck but i work for my interests

im gettin sleepy off double cups
boy ima run it up
pickin up scraps but im still goin hard as fuck

im just an artist wit not enough time on my hands
do what i love do it all for the fam

that boy wanna tote poles dont come my way
you aint got shit to show get the fuck out my face
2 blocks down heard gunshots thats the gang
do it for the message give a fuck bout the fame

who am i kiddin bitch ima be famous and thats on god
i got the digits im runnin the playlists bitch im on top
why is you simpin you dont gotta say it that bitch is a thot
the numbers im flippin are gettin outrageous think i gotta shot

that boy wanna tote poles dont come my way
you aint got shit to show get the fuck out my face
2 blocks down heard gunshots thats the gang
do it for the message give a fuck bout the fame

[ӼØ︎3]:

im just here for the message don’t een hit my line don’t text it 
i been wondering why did all this shit have to get messy 
i don’t understand why she had to leave could’ve gave her blessings 
it don’t matter yuh i found me a new obsession

get that bag (yeah) go get back yuh (hey)
that’s sad, damn got stabbed 
relax finger finna squeeze talmbout huh subtract 
yeah i had to leave but huh im back

intentions

intentions w/ XO3 (mobe)

what do we have here?
a man filled with doubt
takin his life away
as he steps out from the ground

what do we have here?
a man without a choice
when we hang him from the gallows
the town will rejoice

don't judge a book by its cover
you just took a son from a mother
you don't know the shit that he's suffered
he don't live his life like the others

he don't know his rights from his lefts,
he's fucked in the head,
he doesn't know better

snap his neck,
pronounce him as dead,
and leave him to rest,
with blood on his sweater

fatal, fatal
toxins caused his bones to wither
nasal, nasal
powder just to make things quicker

he's been labeled,
labeled as another sinner
a hateful portrayal
of someone who is not a killer 

what do we have here?
a man filled with doubt
takin his life away
as he steps out from the ground

what do we have here?
a man without a choice
when we hang him from the gallows
the town will rejoice

fatal (outofplace)

sewerperson - jerk snippet 8/3/22

lyrics <3:

and now its 5am again
im getting high bad habits
cooking up the stu yea thats lowkey my fashion
hear the pain inside my voice im letting you have it
destined for this shit yea ive been really getting active

you been changing up I see it in your face you get tired
girl I help you out you keep on crying
say you love me but I know that you a liar
I cant wait for you girl I have wasted too much time 

yeah ay lately havent been getting active
i cant ever seem to ever leave my house without a panic
my mind is so fuzzy yeah it look like static
yeah, but lately thats just the average

day for me
i cant seem to ever 
fall asleep
is this forever?
yeah i cant breathe
you were all i wanted
now its hard to feel something
again
these days im up past 5 am
yo
and now its 5am again
im getting high bad habits
cooking up the stu yea thats lowkey my fashion
hear the pain inside my voice im letting you have it
destined for this shit yea ive been really getting active

you been changing up I see it in your face you get tired
girl I help you out you keep on crying
say you love me but I know that you a liar
I cant wait for you girl I have wasted too much time

ive been doing this for years I finally aided
found out how to do it for myself
I aint faking
almost died a while a go the car wasnt braking
girl you did me wrong you always tried to fucking break me

5am feat. scorpio (prod. !withoutu)

He cracked the block with a laugh that tore
Bounced off walls till the lampposts wore
Skate wheels screamed, his tongue struck sparks
Every story lit, left smoke, left marks
Pockets stuffed with scribbles, fists ink-stained
Sidewalk stage where his voice remained
Eyes cut fierce through the busted street
Every shout he threw, the street threw back in beat

Chased that flame, too quick to tame
Every step carved out his name

We twist, we break, we bend the line
Turn the night into something fine
Run so fast the dark can’t catch
Every laugh leaves a blazing scratch
Living raw with an open face
Every stumble a holy place
Hearts still beat in crooked time
We twist, we break, we bend the line

He lived in the shadow, thought it locked him tight
Tried to burn brighter just to prove his worth out loud
Fought off demons with a fragile hand
Shoved them back, swore he’d make his stand
October clean with a sky cut clear
Every morning hit, he was still right here
But the shadow clung where the cracks ran black
Balconies whispered what he wouldn’t whisper back

Pulled so hard, the ground gave way
Every night bled into day

We twist, we break, we hold the line
Turn the wreck into borrowed time
Run so hard the dark runs near
Every laugh hides another fear
Living raw with a broken face
Every stumble a shadowed place
Hearts still break in crooked time
We twist, we break, we hold the line

The silence caught him as his fingers slipped
All that weight no body could grip
Fell like thunder, split straight through
That’s when the line finally broke in two

The shadow told him he’d never stand tall
So he lit himself till he burned it all
Now he’s gone and the air won’t move
Walls still echo the life he proved
Photos grin, holding on to breath
Their smiles are ghosts, still sharp with death
Love still burns in the cracks, the scars
His song etched deep in who we are

We twist, we break, no line to bind
Turn the silence to what we find
Run so fast but the dark still caught
Every laugh now a ghost we sought
Living raw in an empty space
Every stumble a mark to trace
Hearts still beat though the rhythm’s gone
We twist, we break, but the line lives on

In the hush, his spark won’t fade
We twist, we break, in the line he made

Hold the Line

[Verse]
Глубокая рана шепчет мне в ночи
Любовь ушла как дым от свечи
Горечь потери в сердце застыла
Мечта как стекло на куски разбила

[Chorus]
Я больше не смогу нет не смогу
Любви не будет я не хочу
Лепесток от розы сынок мой ты
Ты лепесток моя любовь мои мечты

[Verse 2]
Твой смех звучал как ветер весны
Но тишина теперь в каждой струне
Мир без тебя как ночь без луны
Сынок сынок ты мой свет и мой дым

[Chorus]
Я больше не смогу нет не смогу
Любви не будет я не хочу
Лепесток от розы сынок мой ты
Ты лепесток моя любовь мои мечты

[Bridge]
Сквозь слезы шепчу твое имя вновь
Сынок сынок ты моя любовь
Ветром унесло тебя вдаль от меня
Но ты лепесток в душе у меня

[Chorus]
Я больше не смогу нет не смогу
Любви не будет я не хочу
Лепесток от розы сынок мой ты
Ты лепесток моя любовь мои мечты
22 августа 2025 г. в 15:41

Лепесток

A mythic warband chronicle in sixteen decrees

They did not come for conquest. They came for memory.

The warband crossed the frostline in silence. No drums. No banners. Only the crunch of snow and the whisper of oath. In Frost March, they entered the Lost North — a realm buried in silence and forgotten flame. There, they found the Sigil of the Forgotten Flame, etched into stone and time, pulsing faintly beneath the ice.

A lone figure watched from the heights — the Warden of Hollow Peaks — neither ally nor foe, but a sentinel of what once was. Beneath the ice, the warband heard Echoes Beneath the Ice, voices of the dead, of broken oaths, of names lost to frost.

Then came betrayal.

The Betrayer’s Crown rose from the ruins, a false king clinging to hollow legacy. The warband did not kneel. They enacted the Ritual of Reclamation, carving new marks into the land and into themselves. The North stirred. The North Remembers — not with words, but with wind and flame.

They learned that Silence Is a Weapon, wielded by the land itself. The traitor spoke again — The Betrayer’s Tongue — but his words burned. The warband lit the Sigil Burns, turning sacred marks into fire. They cast off old names and took The New Name, not for glory, but for imprint.

As the snow melted, blood ran beneath it — Blood in the Snowmelt — sacrifice revealed, not mourned. They found the Hollow Crown, untouched, unclaimed. They did not take it. They burned it in Emberwake, the final fire.

The sigils cracked. Sigilfall was not a collapse — it was a transformation. The warband did not flinch. They marched.

And in Legacy March, they did not return. They did not rebuild. They left no crown. Only memory. Only imprint. Only the invasion of the Lost North.

Sigilfall

produced by bear

SACRIFICES 111
god damn, feelin' like the man
but i don't know what to do
cause i don't know where i stand

i just wanna talk to u
but u wouldn't understand
all the shit im going thru
because it's all inside my head

baby hold it down
do it like that
make me feel at home
do me like that
i was looking at ur hair
and the way the wind blows
must be something in the air
thats been got me feeling low
oh

ima lose my mind tonight
im left to my own devices
suffocate inside my mind
everypne makes sacrifices :(

fatal (outofplace)

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