Name: .BLEAK. A Month Of Sundays by The Bitter Monk
Duration: 5 min 53 s
Description: the 2nd demo from the upcoming 1st .BLEAK. EP

thank you for reposting this, Ela. this is the best song I've ever written. and I'm just getting started. cheers,     Monk.

Recorded in May of 2020 at Timewell Studios
Engineered and Mixed by Zac Montez
Mastered by Carl Saff
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Steve Burton - Drums
Ryan Davis - Guitar//Vocals
Dave Jedlecki - Bass//Artwork drawing
Mike Kennedy - Guitar//Artwork design

Flipside

Tongue

Im Still Cheering For The 1980 US Hockey Team

Title Fight - Liar’s love ( slowed + reverb )

Leave Everything - Vs Self

an angel strikes (feat. whither)

ima keep you down n ill eat ur fkn hart
ripping off your skin holy shit I'm such a cunt
bones sticking through you can see I'm a punk
hammerheaded shark headed right for your lungs
die
I can see it in your eye
ima keep you down n ill eat ur fkn hart
ripping off your skin holy shit I'm such a cunt
bones sticking through you can see I'm a punk
hammerheaded shark headed right for your lungs
cynanide put it in your system till your gone everybody screaming in your face your such a cunt put it in your pussy i wont stop until im done i got a thing a for **** but i might leave you cuz im hung whos got the whos got the whos got the crack i tryna take it all so i can end it all like that slicing on my wrist and watch it splatter on your ass im tryna fucking scare you thats the motherfuckin task
die die die all I can say is die
rubbing alcohol on your eyes til u cry
stalking your family just like a spy
the way you dress make my wanna fucking die

Dry humping

the 2nd demo from the upcoming 1st .BLEAK. EP

.BLEAK. A Month Of Sundays

who are you?

im backkkk, that new job was so bad bro quit ts, got a new job on the way tho?? supervisor somehow idk i just blagged it bro. met some geezer in a pub few days ago, and he was a band member from manchester back in 'is day ini, anyways he told me my songs lack passion so i made this 1... i mean he right fr i make sleepytime for chicken tunes but styylllll.

lyrics --

just want to feel alive
just want to feel alive
just want to feel alive
just want to feel alive
just want to feel alive
just want to feel alive
just want to feel alive
just want to feel alive
just want to-

no, dont hold me let go,
i swear noone else knows
about you and i.
all night i toss and turn,
wonder why my heart it burns.
hoping for an open eye,
take me in and blind your sides;
poke them out, i choke to breath.
never been so hopeless please,
empty lies i tell myself,
i chase a life i couldve felt.

just want to feel alive
just want to feel alive
just want to feel alive
just want to feel alive
just want to feel alive
just want to feel alive
just want to feel alive
just want to feel alive
just want to-

feel something real
make me twirl head over heel.
know your touch is so familiar,
want to eat my heart for dinner again? 
i never lied cant keep friends.
only myself when i win,
hollow my chest only wind,
hollow my promises.
hollow my chest only wind,
hollow my promises.
hollow my chest only wind,
hollow my promises.


hollow (prod. everestdidthis)

arrgh argghie me spongie boy, am a feelin ma bloodclat eardrum a pop

lyrics --

so short tempered. 
so sure i saw, you watch before. 
i lick my lips, im full of it.
i want to cut you out,
i need to cut you out of me.
i want to breathe again,
i need to feel your touch till i fall.

was it worthwhile?
been smiling for a minute, on the bus crawl
up to you, we can talk ive got a loose jaw.
feels different now im pulling on the shortest straw.

pulling on the-
pulling on the shortest straw
pulling on the- 
pulling on the shortest straw

lucy, girl, youve lost your way.
melt my brain, i love your place, 
sunny hills, id sleep for days; 
if it meant id never change.
i love myself more than i love you, still,
puking in the bathroom stall, 
trying to feel real.
ive been in my head too long,
ive eaten my fill, 
buttons on the barbecque, 
smokes all i swill.

i lick my lips, sun is out im feeling it,
feeling you, your skins so pink but im-

so sure i saw, you watch before. 
i lick my lips, im full of it.
i want to cut you out,
i need to cut you out of me.
i want to breathe again,
i need to feel your touch till i fall.
cut- cut- cut- cut- cut- cut-
you out- out- out-
need to- need to- need to-
cut- cut- you out of me.
i- i want to breathe again again- again-
need to feel your touch till i fall. 


lucy (prod. michael harrison)

Hard techno, industrial techno, industrial, noise, hardcore, terrorcore, blah blah blah.

.BLEAK. A Month Of Sundays

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