I don't see why you can't ever again
That you are so arrogant
I don't fucking love you back 
Cuz you can't see past the fame
I'm fucking up again
Cuz you can't see past the fame

Can't save me from myself 
While you search for something else
I can't love again 
I fucked up and fell in love with it

I don't see why you can't ever again
That you are so arrogant

Can't save me from myself 
While you search for something else
I can't love again 
I fucked up and fell in love with it
Can't save me from myself 
While you search for something else
I can't love again 
I fucked up and fell in love with it

ARROGANT

Ruben Slikk x Zchronik - IAMS Breakcore Flip

i think therefore

tryin 2 breath a lil

free dwnload

i am

lorn cover

Lyrics:
How could there be
A sharper set of knives
A new way to see
Yeah, to open up these eyes

Sharper Knives

Dytenna - "Movement II (New World)" 
Produced by Dytenna

Lyrics:
Movement Two

Lands Flow; Plans go out of business: I can't grow
If I tell myself that, I know how I will be scammed though
The van's slow, plant's stowed in the back with my aunt's note explaining that I am like Alexander Supertramp
Oh, I ran fro norms
Ultimately gone commando
Searching for a purpose in new worlds. I don't stand low
The ammo to my drive is depleting
I can't go farther, but it's fine 'cause AFB holding my hand though, yeah

Need movement: I pray I won't be bound to the chains by the simple fact that I'm rupturing eyes (I gotta stop it with all the lies I tell myself)
In the right?" relying to oblige for everyone
I gotta hold it back, I'm not standing back
I'm "living" off what I live through, not temporal pleasure, like Mom and Jack
It's a group effort, but see, I am no expert
I just hold a vision centered on pushing works greater than ourselves out into the new world
Unfurled into the risks I take to overshadow processes of freedom I breed 'em, I feed 'em. You need 'em? I'll read 'em all to you

Lands Flow; Plans go out of business: I can't grow
If I tell myself that, I know how I will be scammed though
The van's slow, plant's stowed in the back with my aunt's note explaining that I am like Alexander Supertramp
Oh, I ran fro norms
Ultimately gone commando
Searching for a purpose in new worlds. I don't stand low
The ammo to my drive is depleting
I can't go farther, but it's fine 'cause AFB holding my hand though, yeah

Migrate like a robust locust
Acting like they know us
Don't know how to string it forth, gotta focus
I'm peeling off the praise that was inflicted on psyche
It's so overrated, I need to find it within the ways I speak of my own mind
I find that I don't grind to shine in the spotlights, only to just go supply myself with a sense of not feeling behind
Why?

Lands Flow; Plans go out of business: I can't grow
If I tell myself that, I know how I will be scammed though
The van's slow, plant's stowed in the back with my aunt's note explaining that I am like Alexander Supertramp
Oh, I ran fro norms
Ultimately gone commando
Searching for a purpose in new worlds. I don't stand low
The ammo to my drive is depleting
I can't go farther, but it's fine 'cause AFB holding my hand though, yeah

Northbound

Movement II (New World)

Official Visualizer: https://youtu.be/UuafUYBJ8GE

I made this track during the 2023 McDougall Creek wildfires this past week. I filmed the visualizer in West Kelowna and Kelowna before and after the wildfire reached our city limits. Day turned to night and the smoke from the hills quickly transformed into flames dancing in the reflection of the water. 

If you're inclined, please consider donating to the wildfire relief fund here: https://uwbc.ca/campaign/wildfires/

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My world is burning up all around me 
my lungs ache as i dance through the smoke
red sun, casting it's rays through amber clouds
and the embers carry their song kilometers away

In Every Seed of Data, a Soul

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fuck what you talking bout 
i was not put on this planet to please
still got your bitch on her knees rolling me
back shots put her dumbass to sleep ugh ay
every year that i've been spending as me
another lesson to do what i preach
get the fuck out cause you ain't in my league boy
only talk to you on the weekend
no one told me this would be easy
she tell me don't pull out 
i deepen
i leave it
my friends we lit 
our season
you can't get in 
go weep bitch
i got my reasons
revenge revenge
baby do you know what you wanna be?
could take you there just don't follow me
i'm finna die as soon as i'm free of you
we only talk when you feeling lonely
once a week you come around and i tweak
let it repeat you all in my mental
i fall toward mine
you pull me inside
no more time
you and i
we fall
collide
fuck what you talking bout 
i was not put on this planet to please
still got your bitch on her knees rolling me
back shots put her dumbass to sleep ugh ay
every year that i've been spending as me
another lesson to do what i preach
get the fuck out cause you ain't in my league boy

d o w n  d e s i r e  a v e

its my 18th birthday today. 
made this in 5 hours after getting out of the icu a week ago

produced by me
guitar solo by me
recorded/mixed/mastered by me

lyrics:

Oh
What have I done?
Where do I go?
Bullet in lung?
Oh way too young
What have I done?
Didn’t wanna run
Now it’s all gone
Isn’t life wonderful?
(Isn’t life wonderful!?)

And I hate to fall to the war with self,
Man control yo self
Always looking for something to be wrong even when there’s no goddamn problem at all 
“Oh keep pushing through brother, you might as well deal with the pain, you’ll just get stronger anyway, It’s gonna be okay”
Well sure, then fuck this game me and countless others playing, 
Well, why don’t you stitch me up crochet?
And I have all these scars to say things like how I got em, 
“How the fuck did you breathe?” 
Oh bro, I didn't bother
Breathing was venting and I never just let myself be fucking fostered
That’s why I struggled with the fucking mental doctor
Too stubborn for therapy and 
I’ve been the same weight for four years with a fear to eat, not supply. 
Weigh 125 (LBS)
And I might take some amphetamines just to give me a better reason to say that I need help, ugh

Oh
What have I done?
Where do I go?
Bullet in lung?
Oh, way too young
What have I done?
Didn’t wanna run
Now it’s all gone
Isn’t life wonderful?

“911, what’s your emergency?”
Agh, agh,
“Oh I feel like I’m gonna fucking hurt myself!”
“Calm down sir it’s gonna be okay,”
It’s gonna be okay!?
No it’s fucking not
Cops take me to the fucking ICU
Now I rot on top of a fucking hospital bed
While you just fucking living not knowing what I’ve almost done
And you wont know

You wont ever know
But why’d I make it this far to throw away all I sewed?
“Oh he was packed with talent”
Oh, but you don't get it though 
Being good at something comes with a malice-filled price 
You either give and you get and/or you give and you're met with the in-equal shares of bets you cant even make with yourself,
Cant wait to say fuck it and just off myself
Don't want attention but this a fucking cry for help

Oh
What have I done?
Where do I go? 
Bullet in lung?
Oh way too young
What have I done?
Didn’t wanna run
Now it’s all gone
Isn’t life wonderful?
(What have I done?)

ISNT LIFE WONDERFUL?!?
WHAT HAVE I DONE?
WHERE DO I GO?
I DON’T KNOW
WHAT HAVE I DONE?
HELP!
ISN’T-ISN’T LIFE-ISN’T LIFE WONDERFUL?!?

ICU, i see you

ICU, I See You

prod. @killoceans 💜💜💜

LYRICS:

They tried to bring me the light
But still I get lost in my mind
No matter how hard I try
Hell finds a way back to life

Waking the dead just to hear
I'm lost, don't know what I should fear
But I'll just keep fighting the tears
Darling it's gone on for years

And she's the angel
Singing in my head
I'll watch the stars fall
If she was here warming my bed

Break me, tear every sin right out of my flesh
I'll work on escaping the prison I've built inside of my head
Oh break me, tear every sin right out of my flesh
I'll work on escaping the prison I've built inside of my head

My head

i'm still trying

i'm still trying (prod. kill oceans)

prod amalo & bigjenny_
mixed & engineered by amalo

lake

Washing away the guilt you poured on my face that cold Tuesday evening a decade ago

MADE IT PROD G FUNK

sound experiments

MFNF
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In Every Seed of Data, a Soul

Spencer Hewitt