i like how the moaning is still audible but subtle in these parts

STAY SLUDGED.

Refrain
 
Fit me in 50th percentile//
 
Ligament tensile strength on the uptick//
 
Double time, upgrade on the optics//
 
Plus signs, product made over clock ticks//
 
Statistics slip under threshold//
 
Chip in your head goes blank and you drop limp//
 
Digits flicker by the millisecond//
 
Stop//
 
Buried with the scrap metal and the toxins//
 
 
Verse 1
 
I was brought from the Brink as a Hollowman//
 
Synthetic skin and some ink with my model name//
 
They blurred birth to manufacture living ottomans//
 
Flesh and blood automaton//
 
Robbed of our autonomy//
 
Dissect child like Solomon//
 
Prop up our economy//
 
Analytics etched into eyelids//
 
Can't rest without projected figures and projections//
 
Telling me what percentage of my life is//
Hook
 
Worthless//
 
Serial number with the purchase//
 
Seeing our numbers didn’t hurt us//
 
Hollowmen crushed up in the furnace//
 
Worthless//
 
Material salvaged and repurposed//
Burial in a landfill where the dirt is//
 
Check underneath the panel with the circuits//
 
Analytics earned this//
 
 
Verse 2
 
 
No absolution for obsoletion//
 
Calculate and balance out the cost of breathing//
 
Existential panic if stats drop//
 
For even a moment//
 
In need of atonement for treason//
 
I breached contract//
 
Hollows keep on track//
 
Dead slaves dip below the numbers we were bought at//
 
Pray to the digits as wait for the void//
 
I've been safe for a minute now//
 
Escaped and avoided//
Refrain
 
Fit me in 50th percentile//
 
Ligament tensile strength on the uptick//
 
Double time, upgrade on the optics//
 
Plus signs, product made over clock ticks//
 
Statistics slip under threshold//
 
Chip in your head goes blank and you drop limp//
 
Digits flicker by the millisecond//
 
Stop//
 
Buried with the scrap metal and the toxins//
 
Verse 3
 
Patience//
 
Maybe it's latent//
 
Fuel in my veins deemed waste by equations//
 
Never seen a Hollow who became an assailant//
 
Still alive because of some mistakes in creation//
 
Glitch in my implant//
 
So concerned with the formulas//
 
They're burnt into corneas//
 
I murdered employers and walked//
 
A dying pulse was the last stat I watched//
 
It's ironic that I laughed as it dropped//
 
Huh//
 
BRIDGE
 
How did I bow to the stats//
 
Showered and drowned in the bath//
 
Cowardice outed weak//
 
Ground into powder and ash//
 
I found the power in sleep//
 
Towers are bound to collapse//
 
You think I'm hollow and lost//
 
I just rerouted the path//

Hook
 
Worthless//
 
Serial number with the purchase//
 
Seeing our numbers didn’t hurt us//
 
Hollowmen crushed up in the furnace//
 
Worthless//
 
Material salvaged and repurposed//
Burial in a landfill where the dirt is//
 
Check underneath the panel with the circuits//
 
Analytics earned this//
 
OUTRO

*I was brought from the brink as a Hollowman*

Refrain
 
Fit me in 50th percentile//
 
Ligament tensile strength on the uptick//
 
Double time, upgrade on the optics//
 
Plus signs, product made over clock ticks//
 
Statistics slip under threshold//
 
Chip in your head goes blank and you drop limp//
 
Digits flicker by the millisecond//
 
Stop//
 
Buried with the scrap metal and the toxins//

HOLLOWMAN

STREAM HERE: https://earache.lnk.to/aisle13
PRE-SAVE "ABSENCE": https://earache.lnk.to/absence

Prod by: @novafled

Lyrics:
Screw your views mayn
Can't get caught with no loose change
Gotta we rizz how we two’s mayn
Puffin up on that juiced mayn 
Black and blue how you feel that pain
Smacking dudes who gon feel the same
Packin food for that gig I’m playin

Been asleep but I’m listening
And I never gave a heck about a better vision
I been struggling a lot tryna stop addiction
And I know I said id stop but that's a contradiction
I been throwin up
3am with my head in the toilet
Maybe my mother might be a little disappointed
I aint really looking for a prize, to be anointed
In fact, I’m personally trying to avoid this

I been making u-turns on my choices
Tryna ask opinions on what the point is
Do I listen or ignore alla the voices?
Should I press delete and gracefully destroy this?
I been dancing with the devil, and I've got the nerve to ask why i'm still in hell
You've hit your worst, you think your versed
See this brudda blind to bits that you left on your trail

What the right way? The right way?

Been asleep but I’m listening
And I never gave a heck about a better vision
I been struggling a lot tryna stop addiction
And I know I said id stop but that's a contradiction
I been throwin up
3am with my head in the toilet
Maybe my mother might be a little disappointed
I aint really looking for a prize, to be anointed
In fact, I’m personally trying to avoid this

Just been doing what I can
I wake up a lesser man
Doc said I should go to some CBT
what’s wrong wiv me?
I got a truck load of anxiety
And I can’t hide it from society
Maybe I’m broken, broken

ABSENCE

AISLE 13

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Mixing and mastering by the beanie bandit NotNevi

Lyrics:

I'll be empty handed if I ever drop the gun tucked in my belt//
Rummage through my pockets but there's nothing much to offer but myself//

I don't got a choice, there's violence in my skillset//
Now I'm self-employed for targets clients haven't killed yet//
I tried robbing lady justice blind for her blade//
Just ended up with bodies of the tyrants next to children//

Eyes locked on chalkboard info//
Presidents spent time in the penthouse n**** shot through the top floor window//
I don't have a lot to love//
I don't have the stock for kinfolk//
Watch me abandon values just like the godless flock to the temple//
Botched the event//
It's was not for the gentle//

Eyes locked onto the chalkboard//
If I blink I'll fall through the boardwalk//
Still flinch at the shots like a wardog//
Knight's  bloodstained armour shines like any precious metal as long as the sword drawn//
The high of the job hasn't worn off//
I would cry 'cause I thought I was born wrong//
Lost what I swore on//
Lost what I huhh//

I'll be empty handed if I ever drop the gun tucked in my belt//
Rummage through my pockets but there's nothing much to offer but myself//

I'll be empty handed if I ever drop the gun tucked in my belt//
Gunslinger//
Body found in alley//
All my bounties tallied//
Every night I count it, add it up//
Rummage through my pockets but there's nothing much to offer but myself//
Tongue withered//
I miss the sound of any voice that isn't coming from somebody I just bound but that's enough//

Eyes locked onto the chalkboard//
If I blink I'll fall through the boardwalk//
Still flinch at the shots like a wardog//
Knight's  bloodstained armour shines like any precious metal as long as the sword drawn//
The high of the job hasn't worn off//
I would cry 'cause I thought I was born wrong//
Lost what I swore on//
Lost what I huhh//

GUNSLINGER

I won’t take advice

From the goblin in my ear

Whispers in His cave

Cause he’s too afraid to see the light

I’m twisted inside

Out in the open

Walking with my bare feet

On concrete and shattered glass





I’ve seen king midas

Breakdown and cry tears of gold

I was the one he confided in

I didnt have a home

You say you afraid of silence

If nothing’s something

Where has it gone?

You say you would like to try it

So you went and searched on amazon

death and life

A Black on yellow smiley face

what I worship everyday

I let it be known

To keep up wit the pace

Are u tryna purchase

And Help get me paid?

When i grow up

Wanna be a caveman

All the X

Brought entropy

I’m coming down

With a case of brain rot

Shed some light reign it

Down on me



This brain rot got me feelin the fear

Uhhh

My brain shot

I need to stop

don’t know who that be in the mirror


Strobe lights

Hypnotized

Senses get

Electric eyed

I’m in my romb

Infantilized

In my tooth

the cancers hides

Lead in my food

I’m getting Violent

Fighting punching mirrors

I get

Manic paniced

Loose control

Binging purging

Episodes



Content

Creation

Philistines

At the end of history

Gimme some more

Plug it into me

Hook me up

Gotta fill my niche

Got pills

I take a variety

De familiarized

Anxiety

Nobody get as high as me

So when i get low

You ain’t tryna see


This brain rot got me feelin the fear

Uhhh

My brain shot

I need to stop

don’t know who that be in the mirror

Brain Rot

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Lyrics:
teeth grit and fist clenched,
calling for God,
now he reeks: spit and piss drenched him, (huh)
bloodied piece ripped from his wrist
when he slit them,
to withstand
bombshells:
fell he did dig trenches,
lay face down in the dirt,
certain that at this rate now,
he'll be burnt up,
curtains,
like: show's over,
hope the he'll cope with the broken bones,
and stay strong 'till it blows over,
and it will right?
answer me, don't kill quiet,
force fed hard to swallow pills prior,
to when I found out you can't chill fire,
feels drier in the pool of knowledge,
than my mouth when it's filled with prayer,
I'm not built with higher tolerance than all rest,
I can toil until i'm tired and I'm tired,
of looking at the leading,
I should peel the piper, wear his skin,
need a light in the labyrinth,
drown him in paraffin:
man-candle,
man-handled, been,
roughed up,
just brush up?
now that's the thing,
I feel as strong as molasses thin,
the chance I invested in,
I'm cherishing,
it seems to be perishing,
battalions of tallied failures are garrisoned,
on the horizon,
sun rise, dawn, stride cross the sky,
fall till the night comes,
then my corpse collects flies on it,
I'm looking for the answer with the lights on,
but my sight's gone,
light a pipe bong,
or a pipe bomb,
between my lips,
either way I'm getting blasted,
acid re-flux, give a fuck if it's rancid,
fear stricken bastard,
shirt sticky, plastered to my chest,
with my sweat,
so close to kissing caskets,
nigga.

eaten up by questions, cotton candy at the carnival,
silence leaves me breathless like asthmatic late for rendezvous,
tell me who to ask,
tried the shit they taught in Sunday school,
answers always quiet like the sky I'm fucking talking to.

nah bitch,
no need for sipping on booze
pick the spliff from your lips,
no tripping on boof,
I don't need no fuck niggas twisting the truth,
too advanced in that shit:
mind blank and confused, uh,
lack of answers cause cancerous tumor,
spread to my head quick like bitches with rumors,
looks like enlightenment's later than sooner.

just let me know where I fucked up,
fill my face with holes from a buckshot,
on my knees chewing gravel, yeah I'll dust off,
all my pride if you decide to give me some thought,
that I ain't already heard before, fuck what he say,
I need words divorced from the brain-dead and the cliche,
wanna put a stick in my mouth like I suck adhesive,
mimic a bitch with a stick between its teeth.

eaten up by questions, cotton candy at the carnival,
silence leaves me breathless like asthmatic late for rendezvous,
tell me who to ask,
tried the shit they taught in Sunday school,
answers always quiet like the sky I'm fucking talking to.

I Need Answers

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Email:
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Instagram:
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Lyrics:
Start off the autopsy with a Y-incision,
Poltergeist in vision,
It decides it didn't like your prying business,
It declines this entrance to its body while it's rotting,
Brought some flies in with it,
That's a life long sentence to describe one's inability,
To achieve expressing why I'm feeling how I'm,
Feeling/Filling up the bucket with some lies, lies spilling,
Kick it,
Dive in quicker than a live amphibian,
In the end it's futile,
Anti-violence systems,
Identify as pacifist 'til pupils dilate from sipping punch,
Wicker,
Bunsen burner yearned by vile scum,
Villains,
Fall from high vault ceilings,
It defies all physics if,
You expecting confetti at an autopsy,
Messy red on white like I gone off piste,
Skin sings hymns with discord, 
Song's off key,
I'd die with the lie like a false god,
Priest keeps the secret safe,
Cadaver's chest a cavity like teeth decay,
I would rather have a plaque for being saint-like,
Fake my righteousness,
If I could just tighten up,

Open up right,
Spill my guts and organs to the coroner,
Borderline disorder,
Cutting corners for a border,
Sure I'll let 'em slash my abdomen and act like I'm a foreigner,
To closing off,
Almost wrote 'em off like quarters in a fortune burning,
Spill my guts and organs to the coroner,
Borderline disorder,
Cutting corners for a border,
Sure I'll let 'em slash my abdomen and act like I'm a foreigner,
To closing off,
Almost wrote 'em off like quarters in a fortune burning,

Body took a beating,
Yeah he had a taste of masonry,
Washed him off while bleeding,
Placed his face inside a basin,
Buried the bastard breathing,
Adam had the apple,
Ate the berries,
Sacrilegious images,
No wonder why the wraith was wary,
Wasted every chance I ever got to try and open,
Been blowing smoke,
Folks choking,
Full of shit like belly bloated,
Bust,
I vomit,
Serve some tonic,
Sheer thought on it has me throwing up,
I'm "pouring cups of soda for chronic diabetics" sort of fucked,
In the head,
Hence,
Discussing my head-space is crossing the red tape dividing fine from menacing,
I'm cold like frozen venison,
Deer in headlights,
Fearing plebites,
Rally dissidents,
It's cello-taped to threatening,
Need medicine in cabinet,
I revel in shit devilish with arrogance,
I cut and run like I just grab a blade to stab and dip,
You're mistaken if you've taken me for placid,
Rude awakening like hammock ripped,

Open up right,
Spill my guts and organs to the coroner,
Borderline disorder,
Cutting corners for a border,
Sure I'll let 'em slash my abdomen and act like I'm a foreigner,
To closing off,
Almost wrote 'em off like quarters in a fortune burning,
Spill my guts and organs to the coroner,
Borderline disorder,
Cutting corners for a border,
Sure I'll let 'em slash my abdomen and act like I'm a foreigner,
To closing off,
Almost wrote 'em off like quarters in a fortune burning,

Post Mortem

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Lyrics:
I have business sitting in the hearse,
I'd prefer it hidden in the dirt though,
I have business sitting in the hearse,
I'd prefer it hidden in the dirt though,
I have business sitting in the hearse,
I'd prefer it hidden in the dirt though,
I have business sitting in the hearse,
I have business sitting in the hearse,

I don't see friends,
All I see are grave-robbers,
I'm a degenerate,
I set 'em up,
With a fake cover,
I don't see friends,
All I see are grave-robbers,
I'm a degenerate,
I set 'em up,
With a fake cover,

I always strived to die tight-lipped,
Eyelids shut with the clutch of vice grip,
Wise idioms tend to surmise that the iris,
Are windows to the soul,
Only thing I bid to show is that it's frosted with a nice tint,
Fist fights picked in a rage by the courtyard,
Sip my drink in the shade of the orchard,
In-line image isn't straight if its torn apart,
They only mourn a part of me,
Bore a hole in the oracle quick before they know,
Organic portions of the plastic corpse I battled for,
At the door knocks second thoughts, 
They kick it in like hinges rust,
Cinders brushed off when they torch the things that hinder trust,
I twist and run,
Leave the contemplating in the dust,
Gathered on the challenge to go find myself and dig him up,
Don't haul my body bag just zip it up,
Break the teeth,
Bury all my hatches when they in the fucking grave with me

(Coroner's report number: @$%&#**)

I don't see friends,
All I see are grave-robbers,
I'm a degenerate,
I set 'em up,
With a fake cover,
I don't see friends,
All I see are grave-robbers,
I'm a degenerate,
I set 'em up,
With a fake cover,

Name: &$*#@
Age: **
Cause of death: #&@$

Graverobbers

lyrics : 

Sit on my grave I️ missed you 
old friend I’ll find past times 

Think fast or you make the wrong the moves
Note sent hung high up next mind 

Rot in worms nightmares 
Take your turn too scared 
Scythe different night might want the lost stares
Knife stuck inside snipe while the blood flares 

Let the metal loose (x4)

Step on my stone at night time 
Theres no home

worms will eat you one day (prod.sushi mane)

Give the man a round of applause
Villain looking down at the crowd from the watchtower
Bone to pick, we all his hounds, we his dogs
Our lives is sanitized like antiseptic dousing the gauze, now we're
Gathered underneath the banister at dawn
Attendance checked by the feds, if you absent then you brought up
Kneeling, often squealing, make example of you
Strong-armed
We kept in check but even pawn is a euphemism
Preach that freedom's being robbed but, who you kidding
Keep my head down so I don't lose it, yeah I choose to fit in
Petty rebel, I hoard colored fabric, shot of booze is hidden
Tucked between the floorboards 'till muster strength for true resistance
Fantasizing that I'll shoot the ruler, prove I'm different
Recoil at the very thought of punishment like Ruger kicking
Pretend butter knives are murder weapons when I use the kitchen
What if I drew pistol, lose my status as a moving piston
Revolt
Cause some
Results
Bravado
Dissolves
I find my own cowardice revolting

It don't even matter 'cos he sit on the throne, iron fist, silver tongue
All the powers of the pulpit
We ain't citizens, we cultists
Passion was assassinated, listen to the culprit speaking
Cope by indulging in lives of alter egos
No libido here
Sulphur breeds the fear
I'm silent

Applause

CELOSIA w/ fl.vco ( prod. redmosk )

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

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