my life fucking sucks
im never good enough
i don't know what to do
i always fucking lose
don't wanna play these games
it's motherfucking lame
i don't know what to do
i don't know what to

waste all my life away cause i don't even care at all
waste all my fucking time cause i don't have hair on by balls

im gonna kill myself
this is a cry for help
i wanna fucking die
i couldn't tell you why
i spend all my time
hating my fucking life
i couldn't tell you why
i don't know why

i have aids and im gonna die

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more stuff coming mid april

burn and die (retardead cover)

shes always at the coffe shop that i like to go to
i wish i could i could sit right down next to her
but i dont know how to
i really wish that i was better
i wish i knew how to talk to girls
cause if i could talk to you then i think we would rule the world

i dont want you to go back home
i wanna sleep next to you
always talk on the phone
i wanna be your man
i wanna be your guy
you could dress in my clothes
i think youd look real fly 

but nothing ever happens for guys like me
so ill run out to my truck
and make you sorry you didnt leave

bow bow
i shoot at the cashier and
bow bow
i shoot at some children
bow bow
i look in to your eyes and fall in love

how to talk to girls

STUCK

shes 5 foot and 5 bodies deep
she larps as a hikki femcel neet
my interests put her to sleep
and to her im just a creep
shes really fucking underweight
bmi and iq roughly the same
i wouldnt doubt if shes been raped
sorry if thats rude to say

i wanna save her 
i wanna play the knight in her fucked up fairytale
i wanna help her
shed probably laugh if i even tried to care

your so hot im so gay
for thinking that you can be saved
in her palm a razor
she cuts herself and thats ok
your so hot im so gay
for thinking that you can be saved
in her palm a razor
she cuts herself and thats ok

think im attacted to her pain
i put her off its such a shame
you dumbass foids are all the same
ill fucking light my house in flames
how the fuck did i end up in this place
6 years of my life have stayed the same
i should blast off my fucking face
and maybe then youll feel my pain 

i wanna save her 
i wanna play the knight in her fucked up fairytale
i wanna help her
shed probably laugh if i even tried to care

pretty girls cutting themselves

Blue eyes and red hair,
The only one that cares
And you're so far away
And I don't think that it's fair
I wish you were here
And I wish that I was there
But I don't really care
Just as long as we're a pair

Blue eyes and red hair,
I'll lay my soul bare
In 2 months I'll be there
Without a thought to spare
Cause you take it away,
Yeah, you take all my despair
I don't really care,
I'm so happy we're a pair

I cannot wait to kiss your lips
Or feel you trace 
the scars etched into my wrists
I need to feel like you
Want to be with me
As one and only
And suffocate my thoughts
Cause they don't ever help

help

and in the heat of the moment, shes taken your hand
shess asking you to dance
and this chance may be your only, so dont you look back
her love forever lasts
dont leave her waiting

dont leave her waiting (doomkid cover) (old version)

@dogmouths
this is on spotify:https://open.spotify.com/track/325PIJpjhjOFAb6W3Yq84g

I don't know
How you got a girlfriend in less than a year
I don't know
Why people near you look so attracted
I don't know
Why the frustration covers my head
I don't know
Why I'm always stuck as a...

Professional Pussydryer
Working Hard, just to scare her
Professional Pussydryer
Ooh

No one wants to touch me
No one wants to love me
No one can ever make it feel okay

Strike me down
Size me up
Ill do anything
Please just let me fuck

I'm behind
Of the average socialization
My behavior
Is very annoying I wanna change it
My personality
Doesn't fit with anyone
That's why I am a

Professional Pussydryer
Working Hard, Just to scare her
Professional Pussydryer
close your eyes out and die with your hopes
professional pussydryer
in a next life, ill do better
professional pussydryer
Ooh

PROFESSIONAL PUSSYDRYER (Feat. Dogmouth)

Falling up, Im not falling down again… grunge

falling up (grunge)

Q̵̯̍͠ṳ̴̖̾͗ȁ̷͠ͅn̵͙͛̈́t̶̞͙͠u̴͇̖̇̽m̸̗̙̎ ̷͕̓͐Ť̷̳͝o̷̯͍̐m̶͖͖͌͘b̶͖̃

“Gather close, and let the embers speak. For this is no tale of kings and crowns — this is the saga of fire, oath, and blood. This is the song of the last skald, and the flame that refused to die.”

In the twilight of the old world, when the fjords whispered of gods and ghosts, a warband rose beneath the dawn. Their oaths were carved in stone, their names etched in frost. The saga begins with “Oathbound at Dawn,” where warriors swear loyalty not by word, but by fire — a ritual of steel and spirit beneath the rising sun.

From the shadows of the fjord comes “The Wolf and the Fjord,” a tale of cunning and survival. The warband moves like smoke, striking with the silence of beasts. Then the drums thunder in “Hammerfall Rite,” a berserker’s invocation to Thor — the moment before the clash, where rage becomes ritual and the sky splits with fury.

But war is not only steel. In “Seidr’s Veil,” the warriors kneel before the völva, the seer who chants in tongues older than time. She shows them fate — not as prophecy, but as consequence. And then the clash: “Blood on the Ice” erupts with chaos, where shields splinter and the fjord runs red. Victory is won, but not without cost.

The ravens arrive in “The Raven’s Feast,” circling the dead with solemn grace. They do not mourn — they honor. The battlefield is silent, save for the wind and the wings. And then the myth deepens in “Stone of the Nine Worlds,” where the skald walks through realms of fire, frost, death, and dream. Each world speaks, each stone remembers.

Now the skald stands alone in “Skald of the Last Flame,” the titular track. He sings not for glory, but for memory — the last voice of a vanished warband, the final ember of a forgotten age. The longship burns in “Ashes of the Longship,” a funeral voyage across the sea, where names are whispered into the tide.

But the saga does not end. In “Echoes in the Hall of Shields,” the voices of the fallen rise in chorus. Their shields line the walls of the honored hall, and their names thunder through eternity. Yet even this is not the final flame.

A new chapter begins with “Where the Chief Fell, the Flame Rises.” The warband’s leader is gone, lost to legend. But his fire lives on. The Son steps forward in “The Son Who Bears the Ember,” uncertain but resolute, carrying the weight of legacy in trembling hands.

He learns the truth in “Peace Is a Lie.” The world does not honor restraint — it devours it. The Son casts aside hope and embraces fire. But in “Ashes of the First Command,” he learns that war is never clean. The cost of leadership is written in blood.

And finally, he rises in “The Flame That Does Not Bow.” No longer a child, no longer a warlord — he is the flame itself. Not wild, not broken, but eternal. He walks not for vengeance, but for truth. The saga ends not in silence, but in fire.

“So remember this, you who listen by the hearth: the skald may fall, the chief may fade, but the flame marches on. And in every oath, in every name, in every echo — the saga lives.”

The Flame That Does Not Bow

Jeremiah 29:11

For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end.

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