Production by Saint Mike
Vocals & Lyrics by Me
- another blow to the heart again
- why do I do this to myself
- swimming up stream to get some air
- sometimes I wish I would just choke
- yearning for dreamscapes it isn’t fair
- I don’t know what is real
- the more I reach out, seems nothings there
- but still it won’t conclude 

- the minutes the moments, the seconds go by
- it’s still living rent free in my mind
- I drown it all out, pouring into myself
- I love me but I’m so fucking lonley 

- But why was it you
- And not someone else
- I’m dragging my feet
- through some made up hell
- I wish I could speak to my past self
- And tell her to never hit you up again

- new faces come by but I compare
- them to what I saw in you
- trying to fit a circle with a square
- it will never make a two

- the minutes the moments, the seconds go by
- it’s still living rent free in my mind
- I drown it all out, pouring into myself
- I love me but I’m so fucking lonley 

- But why was it you
- And not someone else
- I’m dragging my feet
- through some made up hell
- I wish I could speak to my past self
- And tell her to never hit you up again

- just drown it all out
- I'm just drowning it out
- just drown it all out
- I'm just drowning it out
- just drown it all out
- I'm just drowning it out


#grunge #alternativerock #alternative #alt #emo #deftones

Limerence

Here are 10 of my songs written from the heart and soul of what I love. Music. All kinds, all genres, and all flavors. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did making them.

Rock'N'Roll Crackers

This is song written by Jeremy Ryan Martin at a time when he was reminiscing on his past remembering all the loved ones he'd lost particularly his mother he lost when he was in his early 20's

Spinning Wheel

Sleepyhead

Homelessness is deeply concerning all over the world, so this song is a reflection off the scenes and moods within the Alleyways.

Alleyways (24-48).wav

If you've ever felt like a ghost in a getaway car...

★ Raw • Haunting • Cathartic ★

Dive into a ghost story where pop-punk’s confessional rage meets hauntcore’s eerie intimacy. This acoustic-driven track wraps desperate highway imagery ("headlights, red lights, sirens bright") in stripped back guitar rawness, capturing the exhaustion of outrunning your own shadow.

Key themes:

☠️ Self haunting (“I’m my own worst memory”)

🚗 Escapism’s dead ends (“Can’t outrun myself in either lane”)

⚰️ Resignation (“Dig myself into a little plot of grass”)

Lyrics:

I distanced myself to see what would stay near
Admittedly I don't see much, all too clear
Head lights, red lights, and sirens bright at the rear
But the subject in the mirror is much closer than it appears

And I see it now, the ghost I tried to leave
Following me down these empty streets
I believe it now, like you used to say
I'm my own worst memory

Windows down, July rain as cold as your glare
Heavy is the head, cold wind, silence in the air
Better left unsaid, can't speak what's not here
Never tried my best, couldn't make myself seem to care

But every mile I drive is a roadside flare
Double parked going sixty, lighting a cigarette, texting "I'm almost there"
Can’t outrun myself, in either lane, always left, right, disappear
Wind blows tumble weeds down a familiar road of tears

And I see it now, the ghost I tried to leave
Following me down these empty streets
I believe it now, like you used to say
I'm my own worst memory

Am I running from the past or chasing what’s ahead?
These sirens behind me can’t drown what’s in my dread
The lights are getting closer, fear is getting clear
Is it a dead end ahead or highway deer

Rearview conversations I never will outpace
Every mile marker takes a turn to make their case
Tires drift the shoulder, rubber stays in place
Fell asleep at the wheel trying to erase

And I see it now, where I was supposed to be
Spent to much time at lights in disbelief
I believe you now, I just don't trust the memory
Cause you can't get that far with a tank on E

I missed my turn a while back
Think I'll park in the shade
Dig myself into a little plot of grass
I tire of taking winding paths too fast, too fast

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Flat

Pierwsza oficjalna EP-ka wydana na fizycznych nośnikach.

Benagain - Nie Patrz Wstecz EP (2011) - 02 Teoria Inteligentnego Spadania

Step into a primal soundscape where the earth speaks, drums awaken, and ancient spirits dance through fire. Ritual Fire is a deep tribal journey blending pounding percussion, hypnotic basslines, and ethereal melodies.

This track evokes the energy of ancient ceremonies, where desire burns, the soul stirs, and the rhythm pulls you into a trance. Flutes cry in the wind, voices rise from the ground, and the night becomes alive with movement and magic.

Ritual Fire

so it goes (prod. 05alagen2k & forzen)

finishing up an ep with a few tracks. it'll be out soon.



I sleep in the echo where no one replies
Hung in the static of unopened eyes
Your voice fades out like a hallway of glass
Time forgets gently, I just don’t pass

You forgot I was breathing
Left me ghost, white and slow
Like dust on the frame
Where the picture won’t show

My name is a whisper that no one repeats
A song left to rot in the back of your seat
I haunt through the wires, too quiet to hear
I knock, but you’ve buried the door in your fear

I was here, I was real
But now I just hum in the dark you conceal
I was here, I was real
And now I’m the wound you forgot how to feel

snow (demo)

Your explanations 
are 
underrated   
waited 
all night 
for a sign
unrelated I was 
blind sided

high
enough 
Inside 
trip late
Drip thighs 
disappeared 

rolled eyes 
to find you

Left on read 
end game 
to dead
reach me 
then forget
promise me 
all night 
blind 
side 

High 
enough
Inside 
trip late
Dripped thighs 
disappear

Rolled my eyes 
to find you
To Fuck around 
and find out 
And find you 

explanations are 
underrated

blind side

NRD + DRAMAPOSSE

the war brews on and on and on.

so it goes (prod. 05alagen2k & forzen)

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