Gng there's this game I played a while back and this perfectly describes it

and no I don't know the name of that game

I WANT TO KILL MYSELF 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 (oml this is so random 🫄)

It may or may not be time to leave your fate to chance

Going to funk my gunk

BAD LUCK!

Everything is Fine

Theatrically combining Big Band & Pop Punk/Surf Rock with a Latin Sway, Bear Ghost are tapping into Weezer's ability to create endlessly youthful Pop Rock success in vampire form.

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Rivers Is A Vampire (feat Dan E.T.)

A Lesson In Dramatics

Jhariah - PIN-EYE

EAT YOUR FRIENDS (feat. Pinkshift)

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FIRE4FUN

Red Moon by Will Wood and the Tapeworms from Everything is a Lot. ©2015

Red, red moon. Keep on rising. 
The sunset soon indeed will bleed in my horizon. 
The crescent rests, tethered to the west. 
Waxing to the rhythm writhing in my chest. 
That crack between the watercolor sky and sea is the 
corner where you’re born in the mist. 
I might deride the tide, ‘cause I’m pulled as it pools about my feet. 
Towards your stolen light, while you’re holding my slight gravity. 

Well I walk the equator, chasing the light; little do I know it orbits close behind. 
I might remember or might assume, but I only turn around every once 
In a red, red moon. I only turn around every once in a red, red, moon. 

Red, red moon. When will your shadows break? 
Tell the truth; what’re you hiding behind that face? 
If matters in then I might space out, 
why can’t I take in what you’ve been putting out? 
Why do I reject while you endlessly reflect? 
While you’re projecting your perfection astounds 
Nighttime, please hide my eyes, so the man up there won’t watch me stare. 
Teach me to make moonshine, and we’ll get drunk on the spirit of the air. 

Well I walk the equator, chasing the light; little do I know it orbits close behind. 
I might remember or might assume, but I only turn around every once 
In a red, red moon. I only turn around every once in a red, red, moon. 

The constellations form infinite paisleys in the sky 
The condensation tumbles down and erases my sight 
And is it in the nightmare map of the cosmos up high? 
Or is it in the signs? Or stranger still, just in my eyes? 

Well I walk the equator, chasing the light; little do I know it orbits close behind. 
I might remember or might assume, but I only turn around every once 
In a red, red moon. I only turn around every once in a red, red, moon.

RED MOON

From "Everything is a Lot" by Will Wood and the Tapeworms.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hl5XUM_qoN4

Six-up, five-oh, pigs come, I cop n’ go. 
The blotter shows they got me on the rocks like Galapagos. 
Good luck finding critters creepy as me. They shoulda fried me, I’ll give ya PTSD 
Vodka shots droppin’ down the throat they been stompin’ on. 
Cockin’ guns, lockin’ up, the quotas all for shock n’ awe. 
Drivin’s tirin’, and I been hot-wirin’ to make my get away from the jailbreak riot and 
Cellmates scrapin’ upon the bricks in the basement, 
tryin’ to escape this probation generation- too late! 
Crazy fuckers’ gotta do the time. 
Committed to the mental ward, committing all the crimes. 
I’m alive and kickin’ till the split ends fray. 
Maybe plead insane, guilty, but I’m not to blame! 
I’m a slave to the main vein, sprayin’ on the mainframe. 
Suffering the infrastructure, hoping I can maintain! 
Oh how I know how I go how I go. Ask me a question the answer I know. 
Yes or no options don’t weigh out and so; I don’t ever see the cons and the pros. 

You bare a striking resemblance. 
Some kind of semblance of somethin’ I been rememberin’. 
You appear familiar dear. You look just like my bathroom mirror. 
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go! 
Please police- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest. 

The drunk-tank’s blood red. Junkie’s gonna relapse. 
Some think punk’s dead, me I don’t believe that. 
Rock n’ roll gatherin’ the moss till I be that lichen-coated boulder, make you slip, 
Bust your kneecap! 
Open on the amazon, hide the cure for cancer. 
I’m Lance Armstrong, you’re the necromancer. 
Slash n’ burn, crash into the 42nd answer, 
all my fellow skeletons adore the army ants here. 
Flies on my eyeballs, scabs on my elbows. 
Heaven knows God’s sittin’ up there like “Hell no!” 
Only one thing comes to those who wait. Is it too late to embrace your fate? 
My death come swiftly and gently to you. 
Mayhem, cry mayday, and oncoming doom. 
Save your convictions, they never will do. What you say’s at least 1/6 billionth true. 

You bare a striking resemblance. 
Some kind of semblance of somethin’ I been rememberin’. 
You appear familiar dear. You look just like my bathroom mirror. 
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go! 
Please police- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest. 

Am I being detained? Am I under arrest? 
Read me my rights please. I want my phone call. 
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go! 
Please police- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest.

6up 5Oh CopOut (Pro/Con)

This is like a part 2 of the Trolls song I made found on my profile. I wanted it in a rock form upgraded version if you will. 

What If They're Real

That Handsome Devil - Savages (OFFICIAL)

Haunt, The Cartoon Heart

That Handsome Devil - Twist The Knife

Lyrics:
Bright lights!
What's cookin'?
Smells to me just like a plebian feast!
Bring on by that prosperous behind and
Fave a flavor? Place your wager!
Come on down!
Bring the family
Watch the wantin' wanna stay afloat
Just one holds a place in perpetuity
It's time to rock and roll
Broken bones galore!
Ooh this one looks mad, his opponent is reeling!
Y'all ain't friends no more!
Glad we're protected by this glass ceiling
We want gore!
Knock 'em silly!
Fist to the lips and uh, this loser wins!
ORDER UP
Hot Dog!
Never felt so alive,
As the irony bleeds from the crook in his eye
Ya best be grateful
You ain't the one to die
At Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Barbecue
Chop chop!
Get 'em up on the pyre
As a pile 'o green burns a hole in his thigh
Now rack 'em up, HEY!
Survive a day at a time
At Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Barbecue
Round two!
Brahahaha!
Slow smoked and braised to perfection
Another rack of proletariat ribs?
Tenderized by the fight from the first verse
Mmm mmm. Delish!
Perverted for expendable poverty properly pummled?
Yeah, go ahead and throw 'em a bone if you want a good rumble!
Well, you got the money? Then we'll see you at BTBBRBBBQ
So this is our fate?
Scrapping for scraps below the table
So we can live to fight another day
Hot Dog!
Never felt so alive
As the irony bleeds from the crook in his eye
Ya best be grateful
You ain't the one to die
At Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Barbecue.
Chop chop!
Get 'em up on the pyre
As a pile 'o green burns a hole in his thigh
Now rack 'em up! HEY!
Bleed the lot of 'em dry
At Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Barbecue
One fight
Two fight
Red white
Blue fight
Big Town always does it right!
This can't be the way
This ain't a life
It's just survival
Oceans of ravenous and ruthless eyes
I'm terrified
That I'll be the catch of the night
They can't be our fates
Just take my hand
We'll stand defiant
More than the lesser thans
They've machinized
We'll unify...
Boohoo, meat's back on the menu!
Hot Dog!
Never felt so alive
As the irony bleeds from the crook in his eye
Ya best be grateful
You ain't the one to die
At Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Barbecue
Chop chop!
Get 'em up on the pyre
As a pile 'o green burns a hole in his thigh
Now rack 'em up! HEY!
Ain't an ending in sight
At Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Barbecue
At Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Barbecue
BIG TOWN BANKY BLAINE 

Releases December 25, 2020
Written / Performed By Bear Ghost
Recorded at Premiere Studios by Jeremy Parker
Mastered at Tone & Volume Mastering by Dan Shike
Artwork by Adam Dumper aka Dump La Rock

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Jhariah

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