This is the end, to my lover
I'll cut my neck for you
to show you

My blood
My guts
My love for you

This is my promise if I'm gone
visit my body
take it if you want

This is the end
Take my heart
It's yours to keep
Stay until the end

I will give my skull to you
if you need it too

Walktrip - Ilostmysanityanditskindascary (cover)

sabi ko 
sa sarili ko 
di ko na alam 
kung may patutunguhan pa 
ang aking ginagawa  

sabi ko 
bat ganito ako 
wala nang gana sa lahat 
tanginang buhay to 

ika trese ng oktubre 
sa aking kwarto
hindi ko alam 
pano ako mag sisimula 
nawalan na ko ng gana sa lahat
simula nung nagkaron ng problema
sa bahay sa pera sa magulang 
pasalamat pa rin 
dahil nandyan ang aking mga kaibigan 
nagkaron ako ng rason para mabuhay ulet 
gusto ko to mangyari nang paulit ulet
ayoko nang umuwi 
hindi na ko masaya 
sa tuwing kasama ko sila 
mas masaya na ko 
sa mga kaibigan ko 
o di kaya mapag isa

petsa ng aking paglisan (malapit na)

Songs written by Vlad and Yones

thanks: 
everyone playing for our band
Kiyan for writing and helping the arrangement on all tracks (MVP)
Jasper (TCR) for playing keys on "Smores"
Elly for the EP cover art
Salem, Noreos, Binx, and Smores for forever loving us

(This EP is supposed to have a fifth track, but Russian hackers corrupted Vlad's pc and stole everything.)

We love you all so much
Hug your cats while listening to this

Smores

ISANG ARAW
MAMAMATAY AKO
MALALAMAN
NIYA ANG AKING MGA SIKRETO

ISANG ARAW
MAMAHALIN AKO
AASAHAN
KO ANG PAGBABALIK KO DITO


isang araw
nakita ko sa panaginip ko
na lahat ng kaibigan ko
ay naglaho nalang bigla
sa aking harap
parang usok ng sigarilyo
nararamdaman ko ang bigat
gusto ko silang kausapin
gusto kong ipaalam na mahal ko sila
gusto kong mabuhay pa
marami pa akong gustong gawin
pero ngunit ang boses koy nauubos
para akong napapaos
gusto kona itong matapos
totoo paba?
totoo kaya? 
kung hindi dahil sa ulan
hindi lalabas ang mga luha ko
natatakot ako sa nakita ko

MAMAMATAY AKO
MAMAMATAY AKO
MAMAMATAY AKO
MAMAMATAY AKO

pebrero, sinulat ko sa papel ang pangalan ko

[lawrence]
i tried to be the best 
but still cant even see
the efforts that i've made
how can i be free?

[kenslee]
i've paved, every battle
and conquered  
and i swear, that i'll take this
battle as a reminder
that i am stronger, and better
and this, i swear that i'll take this, by my grave as a reminder

that im better

and you are just a prey that i have come to kill

North Sentinel,Fragile - If Kurt Cobain Were Here, Courtney Love Wouldn't Had Done It For Him

bangkay sa recto station

Nakasabit sa Puno ay Ako
DEMO SONGS
2023
EP

Pamamanglaw at Puot sa Darating na mga Linggo ay hindi ko Maiiwasan

Sigaw ng Kahirapan

breathe in, the air with you
the sight's much better with you

we're in stilt houses, with our harvest
a simple life along with you

simple houses, simple lives
that those pigs will still abuse

those bullets may rain down
but the stars will rise

will rise

and i'm not afraid to go through this as long as I'm with you...
the only conclusion that matters is the revolution

i'll hold your hand
cause this is our land

holding your hand
with our armaments

i'll hold your hand
cause this is our land

we'll cross this path
up the countryside

Heart Full of Red

lyrics:

falling into pieces every time i think of you,
going around in circles 
cause you're playing me like a fool
caught up in the middle, if that’s love or hate—it’s true.
but I hope it’s not love,
i’ve already had enough
i hope its not love 
cause i'm moving on from you
standing in the edge of my desire 
chasing you is a suicide of mine

i'm better off without you 
and i know you feel it too
i'm better off without you 
and i know you feel it too
i'm off to somewhere new
i hated myself with you
all of the thoughts are true
i am better 
i'm brand new

the axe will forget, but never the tree ft. dave (demo)

Half Lit Rooms is the debut EP from Civic Ghosts—three emotionally raw songs about memory, silence, and the weight of things left unsaid. Blending spoken word, alt-rock, and ambient post-hardcore, these tracks don’t perform—they confess.

Each song captures a different kind of grief: the quiet aftermath (Half Lit Rooms), the ache of unspoken words (Ghost Notes), and the rising panic of unresolved memory (Wires in the Walls).

This is cinematic emo for people who feel too much. It doesn’t ask for closure. It just lets the room stay dim.

Ghost Notes

Post-anomalous adminkitcore Bataan-based growing pains and discomposure. Convening sentences and rhythm to reach for the arms of another. Always in search of the God-kneaded dumpling, the massive siomai of Cabarle.

the axe will forget, but never the tree ft. dave (demo)

growingpains