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@byearchie
u always complain ab the littlest things ab me
i just wanna know how much u wanna get rid
but everyday i just wanna find out how much u love me
but its all just getting more frustrating every week

@imcursedbyuu
oh yu want me gone so bad
oh what did i do to deserve that
oh dumed  me like ima piece of shit
and now ima loser are yu happy with yourself
oh im hurting but you dont even care
you said youd be here but where, are you now

yu always complain about me for wha w/archie

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@xanaxprofessor

throw it down the drain dont pick it up dont pick it
pour like sunday rain its pouring down its pouring
i can hear the calls theyre yelling out theyre yelling
can you give your all just give it now just give it

i dont really like to talk to you no
every single time we talk i feel so tired so tired
middle of the night you knock no answer
losing all my time to thoughts till i expire expire

throw it down the drain dont pick it up dont pick it
pour like sunday rain its pouring down its pouring
i can hear the calls theyre yelling out theyre yelling
can you give your all just give it now just give it

witchbox - Sunday Rain

friendz.

dreaming about you

Text:
[Verse 1]
He walks in neon shadows,
a plastic crown, a kingdom of lies.
The TV paints him holy,
but you can see the hunger in his eyes.
He builds his throne on whispers,
on fear he turns to gold—
a prophet of the shallow,
a coward painted bold.

[Pre-Chorus]
And the people kneel like statues
to the noise he calls truth—
but truth is not a weapon,
and lies don’t save your youth.

[Chorus]
Hey, orange tyrant,
your empire’s made of sand.
You twist the words of children
with your tiny shaking hands.
Hey, fallen idol,
your kingdom starts to bleed—
’cause justice isn’t blinded,
she knows what wolves still feed.

(solo)

[Verse 2]
He claims he is the chosen,
he claims he is the light—
but saints don’t beg for worship,
and heroes do not bite.
A carnival of lunatics
spins wildly at his feet—
he calls the darkness “freedom,”
but freedom tastes like heat.

[Pre-Chorus]
And the choir of the powerless
is rising like a flame—
their voices cut the silence
and burn away his name.

[Chorus]
Hey, orange tyrant,
your empire’s made of sand.
You twist the words of children
with your tiny shaking hands.
Hey, fallen idol,
your kingdom starts to bleed—
’cause justice isn’t blinded,
she knows what wolves still feed.

(solo)

[Bridge – spoken, in Patti-Smith-style incantation]
I see the mothers trembling,
I see the daughters rise.
I see the sons grow angry
at the poison in your eyes.
And I swear upon the ashes
of every broken dream—
we’ll tear your throne to pieces
and wash this land clean.

[Final Chorus]
Hey, orange tyrant,
your hourglass is done.
You cannot cage a nation—
you cannot stop the sun.
Hey, fading phantom,
your shadow starts to fall—
’cause a truth that’s born in fire
will outlive every wall.

[Outro – furious, spoken, raw]  
And hear me now, Trump—  
we’ve learned about your connection to Epstein.  
The shadows crawl, the names are written,  
the island winds still howl in chains.  

Woe betide us  
if we ever learn you were involved.  
Tell us—  
did you participate?  
Or do you hide behind the graves  
of the stories you deny?

The world is watching,  
the sky is narrowing,  
and history—  
history never forgets.

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