Singles from the debut album, Proper Songs. Album out December 13, 2024.

Hearse / Everyone Wants Me Dead

Lyrics:
Even when I'm feeling whole
Even when there's no bad at all
Even when I'm standing tall
It still feels like

It's never to be found
It's never to be found
It's never to be found
At all

Every time I try to learn
But every time I crash and burn
I dont even know what I yearn
I'm still all alone

It's never to be found
It's never to be found
It's never to be found
At all
I fall and hit the ground
I fall and hit the ground
I fall and hit the ground
Again

It still feels like
It still feels like

I'm trying my hardest to figure it out
But all anyone sees is the doubt
I still feel all by my myself
They just see a disease

I fall and hit the ground
I fall and hit the ground
I fall and hit the ground
Again
I make my way around
But no one hears a sound
I guess it's meant to be
This way

Hitting The Ground

Lyrics:
It was an honest mistake
It's always a fucking honest mistake
To leave me six feet underground
Giving them ammo to shell this shell
Dear God what's there left to take
What is there left to take
Succubi is what I find
Feeding on a demise of my own making

Digging holes without realizing I'm even cracking soil
Serve my heart on a silver plate and
They devour
They devour
They devour
They devour

I bleed my songs like my dying wish
But I don't know what's left to give
I bleed with every tepid verse
I guess I'm waiting for a hearse

Digging holes without realizing I'm even cracking soil
Serve my heart on a silver plate and
They devour
They devour
They devour
They devour

Hearse

Lyrics:
God damn you fucks want some proper songs
Well here you go have some
Is it still too much?
Am I still too much?
Maybe it's cause all I spit is embedded with a truth
Brutal as fuck
Turn your back on me tell me
I'll never be shit when I'm already down on my luck
I know it stems
From jealousy of the artistry
Why else would you want me to stand in line with all the ducks
Wanted me on bass
Now won't give me shit I'm producing my own stuff

But I got the fear of God in me
Already doubled all your catalogs

Feel alienated and I alienate well
Seeking a companion in a personal hell
All I really want is to be understood
Swear I knew my mind now I'm lost in the woods
And fear is the underlying drive of all
Keeps us all going until we hit the soil
Walking every day trynna reach nirvana
But Cobain made it there and become a martyr for what he hated

No place for me, place for me in this world
I feel there's no place for me, place for me in this world
It feels like no place for me, place for me in this world
God damn you

Feel alienated and I alienate well
Seeking a companion in a personal hell
All I really want is to be understood
Swear I knew my mind now I'm lost in the woods
And fear is the underlying drive of all
Keeps us all going until we hit the soil
Walking every day trynna reach nirvana
But Cobain made it there and become a martyr for what he hated

No place for me
No place for me
No place for me
Kill your local scene

Everyone Wants Me Dead

purposefully raw and rough around the edges as well as not confined to any genre, fatalflaw.'s experimental take on the process borders the likes of outsider music, all the while pushing the envelope on what rawness can be in terms of production. 