His lyrics: im all alone needa sell my phone x2
cuz i dont rly use it
needa put down the pills cuz ik ima abuse it
no one talks to me anyways so its pretty much useless
and i cant even sing like wtf am i doing
no1 fucks wit my voice so its pretty much useless

My lyrics: you literally left me alone (alone) 
You don’t even pick up your phone no more 
I told you I’m tired of being alone 
You think I’m just a fucking clone of your father but I’m really not
I wanna be there for you don’t wanna tie us in a knot
That’s what you want huh?
Don’t wanna tie us in a knot 
Don’t wanna lock in either huh?
Well I wanna lock in (lock in)
You know I want you and only you 
But you think I want other people

all alone feat sleepmethods

prod me aka kittyboykota meow

i see thru the right thing
i see thru the right thing
i see thru the right thing
i see thru the right thing
i see thru the right thing
no matter wut i do its not exciting :/
im tired of it, pls jus die plz x_x
pls jus die pleeaaaz x_x
i can see!!

i can see prod me

i wanna know how it feels to fly
nd ur an angel to me
ive got something in my eye
uve cut off both of my wings
and ive got no bed to sleep in
i guess im just better off dead

nd ur an angel to me

youll never rlly hate me like youve hated yourself
when im caught up in sum water know tht ama prevail 
if u dont feed me ur energy then ama rebel
u think ur leavin me 4 good but u caught in my spell
wanna look decent for winter so im starvin myself
i smoke newports everyday so its been fuckin my health
wish i could fill my brain up with sum shotgun shells
but im too much of a pussy to jus send them to hell
everyday i feel nothing but dealin with something
you said tht u love me but i still feel nothing
i want u to kill me i want u to love me
i want u to beat me i want u to punch me
i want u to hate me but not that im ugly
i want u to eat me but still just want something
i want u to rape me i want to leave me
i want u to read my myspace

#LLJ

reherh.mp3 (sep2024) 2geekdmix

I’m sitting here with your sweater
Some things are better in December
I can’t remember what I told you
Sittin’ in a flower bed, I hold you
Someday I’ll meet you in December
Someday I’ll meet you in November
Someday I’ll meet you in September


Leaves hit the ground like a drumline
Missin’ your voice in the falltime
Still got your laugh on a voice note
Still got your hands on my old coat
I ride the train to see new things
But every stop just feels the same thing
I thought you’d call me when the leaves fell
Been missin’ you more every day now


I saw your face in the crosswalk
Heard your voice and my heart dropped
I ran to catch you in the moonlight
But you slipped away in the streetlight

I’m sitting here with your sweater
Some things are better in December
I can’t remember what I told you
Sittin’ in a flower bed, I hold you
Someday I’ll meet you in December
Someday I’ll meet you in November
Someday I’ll meet you in September

September

mollyroxx

whisper

pull up to the webcults server: https://discord.com/invite/bKXwpkKx6U

lyrics:

@valleys-563215784

black nails blood stains right on the sink heart broke and i cant trust what i think

chains on my neck but they feel like a rope drown in the smoke every time that i choke

cold calls i dont pick no line dead inside but i act just fine

ghost in my veins when i fade to the floor knock on my door i dont live here no more

@somnevalsya19

my friends killed me, one of them was named big billy

I'm like the dog from the cartoon Frankenweenie, I just don't have a wet grave

can't you stop judging me? can't you stop talking about me?

I can't breathe anymore. I'm not learning from my mistakes

@changedbytmr

im a peice of shit so i pistolwhip you across the head

life isnt the same when u wanna end up dead

 dont need a scholarship i just need some thrax

tally it on my skin so i keep track

your illiterate how the fk u speak facts

so done with it so i just relapsed

just leave me already if u want

Chosen - Jank (2024)

MAKE BELIEVE

The Reckoning is an album about the moment the world divides.

Not the slow decline.
Not the recovery.
But the instant where something arrives — a letter, a call, a sentence — and everything quietly reorganises itself around it.

These are not dramatic moments. They don’t announce themselves. The street looks the same. The room stays quiet. The day continues. And yet life has split into before and after.

The album stays inside that transition. It circles it from different angles: the administrative calm, the bodily reflex, the procedural aftermath, the strange resilience that lets us keep going without permission or understanding. There is no attempt to resolve or explain these moments. No lesson extracted. No catharsis offered.

Instead, The Reckoning observes how humans absorb impact: how quickly we adapt, how efficiently we file the damage, how often we accept that some things simply are.

It’s a record about bracing.
About continuity after rupture.
About learning to live with facts that don’t argue back.

Brace Position

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