i wont follow you down anymore
i wont keep you around anymore

the words too tough to say
the fickle games i play
i know i've done you wrong
call the commandante to arms
the bones between us break
for a softness i can't take
i'll spread you out too thin and
feel the sweat upon the linens

want you like a nation bleeding oil
so take your fists and break apart the soil
want you like a nation bleeding oil
so take your fists and break apart the soil

blam! blooey!
the storm beats on the mast
turning firsts into our lasts

scram! shooey!
if roaring seas could speak
id be laughing id be weak 

i won't follow you down
i won't swallow you down

Sabbatical: A Romance

Hey, I'm Chris, I make music, heavily inspired by smoking copious amounts of weed and playing old PS1 Games, all of my songs are free to use just please credit me when you use something

A proud cow from Bellasawna that is here to stalk my sibling. (currently vibeing in Antarctica)

I really hate the guts of the person who made this song. I better not meet them face to face or I will do something that I may regret. I would risk life in prison if it meant saying my mind about the person who made this song, and maybe speaking with my fists.

Demos -- New Things will be here: -> @g-a_l  <-
I found an old crate full of usb drives on an abandoned boat floating in the sea.  They all contain these little songs and I'm pretending I made them.
It's my trick, you are all getting tricked
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One/Ones/Oneself/No Pronouns/Whatever Best Serves The Bit
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links  V

24 years old i was born in 2022 and found in a shoebox

Sabbatical: A Romance

Naomi Halisca