Produced by Grin

Lyrics: 
Clutching like a slowly constricting noose
The wave of shit enters my mental like a parasite

I never asked for this

Fuck, I’ve been running away. Hoping things will change, wishing for those better days
,but it’ll never change with the fog that constantly eats at my brain

Don’t pray for me, in hell is where I’ll stay
Rotting away endlessly gasping for change

I tried praying to god, it just never ends.
Reaching out to my friends, it just never ends.

Bury me
In the fucking dirt
A fucking piece of shit with no self worth
I’m stuck in my ways, nothing will fucking change.
You’ll never see any better days
Any better days.

BETTER DAYS

Been sitting on this for too long. Enjoy
Mixing, Production, and Master credits Cody Hartley

Fuck it up

I don't want to hear about me
I don't want to hear about

I'm a fake, I'm a fake that's what they all say
trying to get my fucking head on a steel stake
They're always leaving twisted thoughts in my brain

Tell me things you think I don't want to hear
spewing shit and grinning from ear to ear
Trying to tell myself all the time that everything is fucking fine

I'm always
Fighting myself and everyone
This world is not made for us
A breed of cattle with open guts
and I still don't know who I can even trust

I'm choosing to end it all

Sick, sick, it's all sick
People fiending for their dreadful fix
Shit, Shit, it's all shit
I'll rid the world of all of it

Tell me what the fuck you think of me
Tell me everything they like to say
Trying to get rid of the pain
But it stays in place holding on like a stain

I'm always
Fighting myself and everyone
This world is not made for us
A breed of cattle with open guts
and I still don't know who I can fucking trust

Hands grasping my ears to stop their screams
the force of evil expression and their world so obscene
Hitting me with the weight of the whole world
I'm holding on by a thread and hoping I won't fall
Tearing into me the blade of all of their words
I'm here to slaughter countless numbers of herds

Backstabber
Backstabber
Backstabber

Backstabber (Prod. Cody Hartley)

It's A Bad Time To Be Online (feat. Hopeless/Dravend)

MELT

Prod. by me

Instagram: blankgrin

Lyrics:

Hate me
Hate me
Hate

HATE ME
HATE ME
HATE

The let down, the arrogant son.
The going nowhere, no love from anyone.
I try to be who they me to be.
But now i'm 25 and scared of everything.
I never got to choose my own fucking lane
And it brought out a growing fucking pain.

Make it stop
Make it stop
Make it stop
Make it stop

The let down, The arrogant son.
The fuck up, Wasted life.

The let down, The arrogant son.
The fuck, Wasted life.

Hate me.
Hate me.
Hate me.
Hate me.

REAP

Prod. by me

break in, they fucking break in.
the youth dying, the blue faking.
a ruling, a bloody pension.
they're getting by with free engagement.

no change, there's fucking no change
aggressive riots, no contemplating. 
a world burning, the grounds covered in rage
fuck it, let it melt
and put the pigs in a cage.

the grounds covered in rage
the grounds covered in rage

"rally around your family, with a pocket full of shell"
"they rally around your family, with a pocket full of shell"
"rally around your family, with a pocket full of shell"
"they rally around your family, with a pocket full of shell"

"rally around your family, with a pocket full of shell"
"they rally around your family, with a pocket full of shell"
"rally around your family, with a pocket full of shell"
"they rally around your family, with a pocket full of shell"

GRIN

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