Is this the spiritual successor/sequel to A Perfect Date? :>

how tf do u only have 5k followers.. i wouldnt have been surprised if you had 600k+

HOW DO YOU NOT HAVE MORE THAN 10K FOLLOWERS WTFFFFF

A fast vibe

Written by: Reed Pake & https://soundcloud.com/atlas

Produced by: Rabbit House (https://soundcloud.com/rabbithouse)

Mixing & Cover Art by: Ibrahim (https://soundcloud.com/ibr)

Mastering: Blindsightmix

Sample Credits: Hidamari Sketch OST (10) Shinmiri (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v30L5S3vX1k)

Aimless (ft. atlas) - Single

Spotify/Apple Music

Aimless (feat. atlas) [prod. rabbit house]

Alligotismemoriesonetake

spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/2T9M6roeu970YldwpQEVQx?si=dOVD2JPhR86jqRR-JTHS-Q

@love-sadkid
@landosmusic
@lilpolearm [did the mix, up next]

art: @sheffdan

spotify

coexist w/ lando! & love-sadkid

Bugs Life

Contact Book (Prod. Lo'Fi Boy)

Shoutout https://soundcloud.com/teeawgo for hopping on this one

Spotify!

I'm on One ft. Thiago (Prod. Tantu)

Written by: Reed Pake
Produced by: https://soundcloud.com/tsii
Album art by: https://soundcloud.com/miiyulky
Mixed/Mastered by: Blindsightmix & John Garcia

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
All I wanna know is if you’re proud of me now/
After you crossed every single one of boundaries, while/
I let you overpower me and devour me down/
I’m cowering almost hourly, but outwardly I smile/
How could I’ve allowed you to sway me to think I’m inadequate/
Yet you’re stayin’ adamant claimin ’ you’re my greatest advocate/
Sayin’ that I’m too passionate to ever create some average shit/
And that’s why your expectations for me are so extravagant/ 
Now and I’ll drown if I try to hit this high-water mark/
Like a starvin’ shark, you circle me ‘till I fall apart/
Tellin’ me I got a lot of spark, to butter me up with your false remarks/
But when I stumble you spit on my art and you rip it apart like ya don’t got a heart/
Yeah, it’s a coin flip and you play me like a joy stick/
But it’s pointless to avoid it, when you’re poisoned to enjoy it/
So even though I begrudge it, I’m puttin’ my head to the musket/
‘Cause fuck it I know that you’ll love it, to you I’m nothin’ but a puppet/

Verse 2:
So I’m dressin’ to the nines to feel closer to a ten/
And when I’m fleshin’ out my lines, I focus on my skeletons/ 
Affection I’m beggin’ for all the time, but no one’s checkin’ in/
And so I’m stressin’ in my mind, relyin’ on my medicine/
To help me cope with the fallout ‘cause I’m all out of steam/
I should’ve crawled out my bed, not just fall back asleep/
Right when I thought I was free, you sought me ought in my dreams/
Where no one could hear me when I called out to scream/
See, I’d subdue you with therapy and flush you out with meds/
But when the times you took care of me came rushin’ back to my head/
I’d dread to share my grief with someone else conductin’ in your stead/
‘Cause there’s no guarantee I’d be better without your punishments/
When I fuck up, you spurt your curses and tell me that I deserve it/
But when you’re pushin’ me to be perfect, blemishes bubble up onto the surface/
And I need to be more assertive, ‘cause you’re gnawin’ at my health/
But is it even really worth it, when I’m just talkin’ to myself/

Can't Catch Myself (Prod. TSII) - Single

Can't Catch Myself (prod. TSII)

prod. @officialbiosphere
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter


Tall tales - short attention span.


Lyrics:
It was a while ago but I used to make origami/
I used to fold washi paper into cranes for a hobby/
I formed their bodies with perfect angles and dog-eared corners/
making everything from Bengal Tigresses to pale Border Collies/

where you could pull their tails to make them flap their wings/
or pinch their necks to make them roar with their complex anatomies/
but that all came crashing down tragically when, well what happened is/
or was, a horrible freak paper cut accident/

so I tried out something different and practiced martial arts a bit/
transformed my legs and arms to armaments, an armistice I forged between my mind and body/
Karate chopping thick slabs of marble to marbles and
blocked a kick with nothing but thinking the thought of “I will block this kick”/

I fought and fought again, I’d always win/
until one day I fought the wrong sensei and somehow lost to him/
and then I figured I could use a new hobby fast/
when I woke in the ICU, mummified inside a full body cast/

so I tried out woodworking, and learned a thing or two/
about building birdhouses and a sanctuary for the endangered with the zoo/ 
and without nails or glue I built some perfect-fit architecture with versatile sandalwood/
that even termites wouldn’t dare to chew/

but the Steel Industry is a much different beast,
their countless inner rings of arsonists don’t like and fear anything built with trees/
so I got into magic with simple tricks/
err, I mean illusions, like how to make a yacht disappear without sinking it/

I put live rounds inside a real gun for every bullet I’d catch/
and I sawed a lower limb, double amputee woman in half/
but when your Transported Man has to trap, clones in tanks to drown/
they’ll take you out, pulled at the drop of a hat with a vanished act, but still, I’m safe and sound!/ 

but rules are rules so I was gone fishin’/
I threw a net and accidentally caught a dolphin pod in it/
I’ve got some FOMO, rowed from coast to coast/
and caught the Lochness Monster without my rod and then caught the Ogopogo with it/

I studied mutated fish in ponds near Chernobyl/
with evidence of Kraken tentacles adorning on our boat’s hull/
we stumbled on a whaling operation, so we thwarted them/
but let’s just say my fishing boat’ll never be seaborne again/

so I got into miming…/
then I tried out a comedy class to practice my - timing/
and I’d showcase new material at sold out shows on the weekend/
then I auditioned for SNL and they let me host for a season/

I popped up on the screen opposite promising Hollywood starlets with Oscar noms/
in romcoms with a record box office streak/
but my private pilot had the last laugh
when I cracked a joke and split his sides, and we were forced to crash land/

so I took the plunge and tried out diving, took a stab at fencing/
gave clay pigeon hunts a shot, and then I tried to tackle wrestling/
tried the chef thing but I let Gordon Ramsay ingest some foreign bodies/
so I’ve been thinking ‘bout getting back into origami/

The Hobby Swapping Problem (prod. biosphere)

Featuring: https://soundcloud.com/kidaprilart & https://soundcloud.com/deadchemist

Lead guitarist and drummer: https://soundcloud.com/user-908683638 

Lyrics: https://genius.com/miles-powers-back-to-business-lyrics

SPOTIFY etc.

Back to Business (feat. Kid April & Dead Chemist)

prod. @geo_1022
add vocals. @atwood
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:

I peck at the perfect Peking duck she cooked just for me
we sit at her table, my thigh’s touching her foot underneath
she sips her wine then asks if I like it with the Hoisin dip
while I pretend I haven’t realized she poisoned it

I lie and deflect with a classic bathroom excuse
and run the tap before I puke the food I had to consume to keep up the ruse
I return to her refilling her glass
as I try to discern if mine was mixed with pills from her batch

but eh, perhaps I’m being overly cautious
also deploying this protective shield is so damn exhausting
it’s just a date, but I can’t this shake this awful feeling
that she’s a siren, deadly black widow, femme fatale in secret/

hold up, wait, what’s the reason she chose me over any other
she’s just feigning interest in me as to not blow her cover
it’s smart, so I take a bite and compliment the meat
‘cause I can feel the eyes of the sniper who’s perched across the street

a perfect date, a perfect murder for tonight
a lovely evening or a planned out homicide
it’s a perfect date, a perfect cover for a crime
the first of many or the first and final time
X2

She washes off the Ginsu blade, I clean the table up and
I silently wish that we had had this lovely date in public
she starts raving ‘bout true crime and then motions towards the couch
throws a documentary on right before I go turn her down

but before I know it my escape hatch slams shut
and we’re midway through exposés on crazed bandits, man hunts
assassins and kidnappers, serial killers, and such
when I spy what looks just like a pistol in her bag, tucked

so I whip out the bathroom excuse, but it comes out jumbled
“I need to bath the room use!” - like full on run and fumble
then I slink through the hallway out of sight and tie up my hi-tops
burst into the night, sprint outside of the sniper’s eye shot

safe and sound, except for those phoney vehicles
unmarked vans and CIA agents disguised as homeless people
under toxic chemtrails, and reptilians with different coloured fangs
at least I left her place unscathed to live another day

A Perfect Date... To Die For (prod. Garrett.)

prod. @geo_1022
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter (that's me)

I think I got on the wrong train.

Lyrics:
I’m on the red line
ricocheted bullet train - white hot projectile
still asleep as we blur by
stirred by the end of line warnings, sayonara's, next times

the city pulled into frame fast
like the opening scene of a silver screen classic
and nostalgia comes slithering back
with disgust and desire coiled in the same bag

where the buildings all twist downward at nightfall
you’ll feel a drop as the clouds start a dialogue
where thunder’s more common than silence,
an idea’s more rare than round shards of light bulbs

then we glide underneath buzzing power lines
where the billboards say you’re running out of time
and the targeting systems 
that argue within every drone is heard with stunning sound design

where the guides know the answers but they won’t tell you 
and rogue spies stab each other in their hotel rooms
where the bars serve lost souls, as their old selves snooze
in the dirt with a thirst that they won’t quench soon or ever

and the goons always move together
where the feedback’s looping itself in a noose
and my train rolls through the nether
past a rainbow’s end that is melting to ooze


Where the neon drenched streets run empty
where the sea sits too still
where the air feels too heavy
and shadows fly drunk from the ink you spill x2


Shhh, the city’s still asleep
as downtown twitches in the middle of a dream
there’s eyes in the sewers, long fingers to the sea
where the cold case answers are hidden in the deep

and my train roars in the foggy morning
where the law and order’s got the tallest fence
and reporters are told to stop recording
or get drawn and quartered by the armoured mechs

where the who’s who is who’d you assume
producing cubed food too brutal to chew through
where doom and gloom just grew to full bloom, 
a fuse had just blew a few screws loose

and who knew taking coins from the slumbering dragon
was spending a few moons waking him up
now he flew here, poised above hundreds of banks where
the brokers in new suits pay him in blood

where serial killers find viable partners in crime
via apps as a likeable monster
and violent stepfathers in lab coats
are doing trial runs, to perfect every childhood trauma

where the sky is just cold dark space
except for the light of a single bright dot
the train doors open and don’t close again 
so I guess that this is my stop

End of Line (prod. Garrett.)

♪♪ when the sun's out, let's all fall a little bit ♪♪

lyrics: genius.com/Again-again-options-lyrics

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
vocals (in order of appearance)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
@atwood
@geo_1022
@noeldac
@plnetgirl
@juiceboxcaviar
@collidingwithmars

~~~~~~~~~
production
~~~~~~~~~
@bbluknight
@juiceboxcaviar

~~~~~~~
artwork
~~~~~~~
@basedjuanempire

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
mixing&mastering
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
@atwood

follow our social medias @againampagain

options

prod. @geo_1022
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter

"Look at the way you're dressed, man. You're an international assassin."

Lyrics:
Yeah, the international assassin
a shadow more loyal than any animal companion
from rabbit hole to canyon I'm tracking down all the targets
regardless of how well hidden, no matter how strong their guard is
sub-rosa cutthroat business dealt with utmost precision
any whiff of suspicion is quickly quelled with some smoke and mirrors
appear out the darkness, the unknown factor is me
slow and stagger any progress of goals with a cloak and dagger technique
they're all trapped in the scope
turn these contracts into ghosts to every contact in their phone
interlope and invade, gain entry to their home and headspace
staked out on his road for ten days.. or a decade, I don't know
this operation began quite a while ago
weaving in between raindrops and intertwining lightning bolt
I brought the void to him, and now he's floating like a stone
with a spotlight on his foibles and it holds him by the throat
yeah, the international assassin
personified by any actual distraction
inaction incarnate like a tranquilizer dart
the quiet art of sabotage before the atomizing starts
I rifled through his dreams and I shot a couple down
it left a bullet in his foot and I don't think he dug it out
nah, it's not a subtle sound
when his skin begins to sizzle in the drippings from the clouds
I'm no martial arts expert keen on rolling sleeves up
not a chemical agent that steeps in royal tea cups
I'm not the glint on the rooftop, not rubber gloves and garrotes
I'm not a cyanide capsule that ruptures once I've been caught
nah, I'm your incognito tabs and all night gaming sessions
I'm the doubt you're mired in, I'm your faulty pain receptors
from the fullest moon to waning crescent
I'm the list of things you have to do, you chip away it remains at the same percentage
I make the effort, technically I'm the savior
stealthily shield a mark from an embarrassment or failure
label me an enabler of lackadaisical behavior
prey on the terror of having their work compared to the favourite
so he lives inside these crosshairs rent free 
lost where fog's thick and long stares can't see
through the stress and anxiety that gradually builds in his mind
and that's why his thoughts there sent me
I'm the -

International Assassin (prod. Garrett.)

Spotify/Apple Music: https://sweeney.fanlink.to/reflection
Music Video: https://youtu.be/W5PIW9zUIkU

Featuring: https://soundcloud.com/potsupotsu
Produced by: https://soundcloud.com/sensugang & https://soundcloud.com/potsupotsu
Mixed by: https://soundcloud.com/3astman

Lyrics:
Thought we had a connection
Still see you in my reflection
Have I mentioned there’s some tension
And that’s why I never called you back

Oh, I don’t wanna talk
No, I don’t wanna see
How much you mean to me
How much you mean to me
Oh, I don’t wanna talk
No, I don’t wanna see
How much you mean to me
How much you mean to me

Maybe I just fell in love too quick
Maybe I just need to give another try at life
Maybe I just think way too much
Maybe I just think that I won’t be enough
I'm just a mess
Looking for something
To not feel so blue
I'm just a mess
Looking for someone
That someone's you

Oh, I don’t wanna talk
No, I don’t wanna see
How much you mean to me
How much you mean to me
Oh, I don’t wanna talk
No, I don’t wanna see
How much you mean to me
How much you mean to me

Memories in my head
I don’t really wanna fall in love again
But I'll take a chance if you will hold my hand
Hold my hand
Hold my hand

Oh, I don’t wanna talk
No, I don’t wanna see
How much you mean to me
How much you mean to me
Oh, I don’t wanna talk
No, I don’t wanna see
How much you mean to me
How much you mean to me

Reflection

Reflection (w/ potsu) [prod. Sensu & potsu]

i just want to visit alton towers again man :(

song produced by redMOSK on Youtube so go check them out!
thank you to @yuiedits for the mix!

lyrics: https://genius.com/Sheffdan-outside-lyrics

Outside - prod. redMOSK

look before you leap

written & performed by colliding with mars
produced by colliding with mars
mixed & mastered by ty lorenzo
cover art by colliding with mars & max schramp

lyrics:

[Chorus]
Do you ever think about me
I always feel like I’m forgotten
Am I lingering in your thoughts
Is there no more space allotted

Do you ever think about me
Is this feeling disregarded
A mistake for even calling
Nother lapse in my own judgement

[Verse 1]
Wasting time I’m stagnant
Pacing!
My room million circles
Racing!
Thoughts like vultures
Hunting
Ravens
How could I ask for more?

My life’s 
been a series of unfortunate events
That highlights
Everybody else as nowhere near as discontent I
Pray that
I can balance and compose myself again
Do I wanna know?

[Pre-Chorus]
Do you ever—

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I just wanna know
Am I fluttering in your head
Clogging up your feed
Am I part of your existence
Do you think of me
Am I getting too persistent

Do you remember me?
I am a burden
You crashed your car into the lake
Without a purpose
I am the weight holding you down
You don’t deserve it
I am the weight holding you down
You don’t deserve it

[Pre-Chorus]

[Chorus]

International Assassin (prod. Garrett.)

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