who's listening in 2023? lowkey I really fuck his music heavy I wanna meet him in person so badly

BLEED

LET IT SINK IN

junky

show some love yall our times soon.
prod. nekogod

lyrics - 

 yea it started w the head trauma 
feel their words turn to dead omens
they’ll be dead for it
keep what’s special in your bed 
we been creepin through the night (‘what are y’all gone do x2)
Only feeding for themselves moving solo in this cell (what am I gone do x2)

yea I think about it every night 
All the these burdens but I swear to Christ 
think of the grifts n then I think it twice 
laying in the lake of your ideas lemme take control for a minute 
evil w a blade never find me lose me in a crowd in the city

I said I’ll arm the whole city make a whole mass taskforce 
climb the branch it’s all the same 
a vet to u casuals 
Manage what’s intangible 
Fantasy to cannibals 
telling u that ur foolish 
even tho ur bold
crush tree under roofs that no one has to know
bloody teeth w smoke 
sharper when were close 
I can’t hide your taste when I’m looking at a rose 

(dance through the course of our end x2)

OCTOBER - HEAD TRAUMA (PROD. NEKOGOD)

I just need a cure
Even if it's slow
Nothin' I would know
Rotten to the bone
Bullet to my dome
Got to let it go
But I don't want to go
I don't want to go back there for you
Shut up, don't talk to me
Please just leave me alone
Shut up, shut up, shut up, yeah!

Told myself, told myself
That it's all okay
Let it burn, watch it burn, burning all away
Scared to throw myself into the flames
Bet you hate me, bet you fuckin' hate me
Everything, yeah
Everything I did, yeah
Everything, yeah
Everything I did was wrong, and it breaks me
Yeah it fuckin' breaks my heart

But I just need a cure
Even if it's slow
Nothin' I would know
Rotten to the bone
Bullet to my dome
Got to let it go
But I don't want to go
I don't want to go back there for you

insomniac (prod. pharmacy)

NEW RAGE

YETOMO

HORSESHOE

TOOTHJAR

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Email:
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Lyrics:
beam of light at 3:05 in the A.M.
screen on, typed up 3 + lines just to waste them,
daybreak seconds away, reckon I can taste when,
the night dies,
me? I like your phenotypes through the webcam,
peace of mind, I see outlines of incandescence,
sun of today's stubborn, duvet covers stuffed with best damn, substitute for comfort lose my head.
beam of light at 3:05 in the A.M.
screen on, typed up 3 + lines just to waste them,
daybreak seconds away, reckon I can taste when,
the night dies,
me? I like your phenotypes through the webcam,
peace of mind, I see outlines of incandescence,
sun of today's stubborn, duvet covers stuffed with best damn, substitute for comfort lose my head.

'pose I owe the loneliness to hours even evening skies sleep.
only pillow talk I dribble out is cursing with the cotton in my teeth.

sticky sheets, the liquids reeking as they mix,
pretty pink from the seamen and the wrists, (yah)
fluids diluted by sweat seeping from my skin.
pity peaches and the tree branch that they're picked from.

still saw dawn in the A.M.
tears are dried by the A.M.
A.M.
A.M.

A.M.

Wake up on the day
I'm gonna suffocate
Butterflies with butterfly knives
Toughing out the stomach pains
Enough with subtle,
Blood'll run, cut down all in my wake
Smuggled bomb in my waistband, tucked in a hidden place
Wake up on the day
I'm gonna suffocate
Butterflies with butterfly knives
Toughing out the stomach pains
Enough with subtle,
Blood'll run, cut down all in my wake
Smuggled bomb in my waistband, tucked in a hidden place

Homemade explosive is strapped to my belt
Hundreds are involved with the plan to rebel
It's the day of the solstice
Gathered at the tabernacle, shoulder to shoulder
Square is packed with the shells of people
Sheltered people
Helpless people
We'll help the people see the light
But first, we need to see the light of the fire through the smoke
Mouthing prayers I don't know, like
(Yeah) Our father
Please don't make me a martyr
Slip in silent
Kill the tyrant
Easy assassination target
(Yeah) Our father
Please don't make me a martyr
Please don't make me a martyr
Please don't make me a martyr
Bitch, I'll take up arms before I raise them
Fists pound in the air in adoration
This crowd don't even know we 'bout to save them
Remember, get down get down get down
Stand at the vantage point, get the plastic explosives planted and scatter
Weave through the people
Ain't hearing or seeing no evil
About 300 hundred meters from the maximum damage
Get in, get out real quick, real easy
Just a few minutes and we'll all be

See The Light

Murder weapon carved initials in the tree bark
Should of seen you been concealing pistols in your knee socks
Locked our fingers round the locket that we keep locked
Broke the ice but now it's thawed under the 

Heat of the moment's past now it's tepid in the water
Cast out the hexes from the cauldron
Gagged on the dregs left at the bottom,
Still taste the remnants of the solvent

Dead Leaves
Camouflage
The corpse you let breath wasn't sabotage
Blood-soaked gloves and a balaclava
Off the operating table fucking grabbed my heart

Dead Leaves
Camouflage
The corpse you let breath wasn't sabotage
Blood-soaked gloves and a balaclava
Off the operating table fucking grabbed my heart

Tell me I'm more than just the damaged parts


Complete each others sentences then serve our own,
Lit cigarettes in pockets, course it burned a hole
Snow angels in the ashes, now we turn to stone
This person's old
Should be curtains closed

Steal your teeth when you're sleeping with the needles in the haystack
Red flags were a thief fucking creeping in the glade,
Back broke ,cant hold you
Crimson seeping from your face
Tuck your blade

Dead Leaves
Camouflage
The corpse you let breath wasn't sabotage
Blood-soaked gloves and a balaclava
Off the operating table fucking grabbed my heart

Dead Leaves
Camouflage
The corpse you let breath wasn't sabotage
Blood-soaked gloves and a balaclava
Off the operating table fucking grabbed my heart

Desecrate the grave to play dress up with the body
Renegaded slaves, the chains caressed our wrists till bloody
Pleasure weighted, waned, still stayed to press against a body
Wanna press against a body
Gun is pressed against my

Desecrate the grave to play dress up with the body
Renegaded slaves, the chains caressed our wrists till bloody
Pleasure weighted, waned, still stayed to press against a body
Wanna press against a body
Gun is pressed against my

*dead leaves*

Gao the Arsonist aka Sludgegod Gao aka OJ Sludgeson aka the boy with the mask and the overalls

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