𝙩𝙤𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙

𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙮𝙩𝙚𝙨

Featuring Luke Baskin's cat, playing with his drums.

𝙅𝙖𝙙𝙚

𝘾𝘽𝘿𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮

𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙆𝙞𝙚

𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙢

LYRICS:

Gifts in the mouth, look,
Open wide
Eyes of your children
Trapped inside
Party 'til you're purple
Go up in flames
Or lose yourself in time,
Softly fade away. (Fade away)
Everything went wrong and according to plan.
Automated mania, made by a man
A mechanized enterprise of bear-faced lies
Disguised as a franchise of prizes and pies.

Watching our father
Walking on water now
Something has caught her
He cannot be bothered now

CHORUS:
Must've felt good then
All you want is more
Don't you hear footsteps?
Nails outside the door?
Don't you feel hopeless?
No remorse at all?
To the rhythm of footsteps
Winding down the hall?

Party favors, long returned
For family of five, love is but a heartburn
Take your own slice, sit back and stay
Sins Of the Father came into play.

You want it, you've got it
They'll ask how I'm rotten
They'll never understand that I'm a
Dead man walkin'
Now I'll never stop the fuss
'Bout how you betrayed our trust
From this husk, I'll watch you rust
Until you're just a pile of dust.

I will avenge my brother!
They'll all rest one day!
'Til then, you're just another
Obstacle in my way!
 . . .

Assisting Vocals by Sky Tucker

Sins Of The Father (Party 'Til You're Purple)- A FNAF FAN SONG

My first electronic sea shanty!
Should I make more of these 1-minute tracks?

C Serpents

 Love hurts. Tell them how much it hurts!!!

𝕭𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊- Leona Lewis- GrimJimmy remix snippet

LYRICS:

Whatchu think you can do I can’t
With a back-up plan,
That captured flags on South Grand?
Whatchu think you can do I can’t
With Newgrounds and my right hand?

Chance is not opportunity
To say you’ve been good to me,
Your promises, they don’t align with vices I keep.
You can dream, but I’ll never be…
(Dream, but I’ll never be)

CHORUS:
Cuz I am not your boyfriend!
Just face it, lady, I’m not your boyfriend.
You’re looking for virtue,
Well I've got a curfew,
Imma tell the truth no matter how much it hurts you!

I waste my breath on protests,
Tossing in my sleep.
I paid too much to hear my older songs on your livestream.
Your sanctuary's lost on me...

So are you pleas!
So are you pleas!
Doing yourself in to win it with me.
In-n-out, In-n-out, stuck in a spin
With other guys' butterflies under a pin.
Punkers in Winnipeg,
Junkies with internet,
Circle my personal space 'cause I'm into it, through!
This is the truth!
Love for this art never started with you!
Marigolds bloom with a variant plume,
Not with a nonchalant lily like you!

(CHORUS x2)
(First time:
... You've got all the defiance,
But I know the science,
I'd give you better help now, but I don't have a license.
Face it, I'm not your boyfriend...
. . .

𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐟 (Instagram Livestream Recording)

LYRICS:

A man's made his bed
And he sleeps in it with somebody else
 Now you're in over your head
"Would it kill to leave for somebody else?"
 Overzealous?
That's just fine.
Think I'm jealous?
I ain't lyin'
Malice, now you've crossed the line
Sip your gold chalice, everything is fine
 ...
I'm in the woods at half-past nine

 CHORUS:
I drew your heart on a tree trunk.
 No more sugar tonight.
The next evening he comes,
 Says you're a looker tonight.
Sky's blue, you're gonna be drunk
 No more cooler tonight.
 ...
 Salem on the rerun,
 Gonna book her tonight.

 Dinner with an angel
Demons served under the table
Able to assess what posseses me to second-guess decisions
 For nutrition.
Sweet nothings get you in a hell of something.
 All or nothing.
Sour notes to float your boat, drama for your diorama, 'cause
 My intuition, it's your superstition, 'cause
 You've poisoned all the apples
 For a vapid happy ending, 'cause
 You've run out of applause.
 Never made the entourage.
 Out of your ambition, now you want me back to where I was.
"Sil vous plait, manage a trois?"
 Yeah, my intuition,
Your superstition,
 Should've known you were a lost cause
 Thank God for the exit clause.

(CHORUS)

You swear that he's changed
But you never explain.
You expect me to believe
A man can change in a week,
But all it took was a weekend
To let him sow his seeds, and
 I swallowed my pride 
On the sidelines 
Sat down and cried 
Left wondering why
 . . .
Don't you fucking lie to me!

 (CHORUS)
 ...
 Sip your gold chalice, everything's alright.

Nothing A Hammer And Nails Won't Fix

An experimental musician, dabbling in gothic punk and alt. rock

GrimJimmy

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