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Pleasure & Origin - Hard Times

Ego Trippin Presents The Young Players LP

Snuff

The Trouble

Couldnt Care Less

Empire/All F'D Up

Empire

produced, mixed, and mastered by srypedia (me) & sunder
(production inspired by @dawsin)
(song inspired by little nightmares 2 & tokyo ghoul)

srypedia:
i met this girl along my way
short black hair covered her eyes
tall guy with a shotgun and a trench coat 
i’m nervous, gotta protect her
my throat is starting to close
i held out my hand
can’t be hesitant 
she got this look in her eyes
i think it’s kill intent
but we gotta survive
can’t leave her just to die
my leg is cramping up
hide in the swamp that’s outside
we gotta go he’s catching up
got a long shotgun, HES SHOOTING THRU THE MUD
i don’t know what is going on
i asked her name
but she said she don’t wanna talk
why r u being like that?? just tell me what’s going on 
shotgun pellets zipping past my head but she looks awfully calm
we found a house, we gotta hide inside before he comes
shotgun got stuck in the door
i blow his head off from the other side 
so now we’re back to square one i asked her name
she looked at me, whys a kid filled w disdain 
she held her hands up…i counted six
i took my bag off
“what is this?”

sunder:
is your voice all in my head
seeing someone who’s not there
terrified is this the end
grasping to something that i know is dead
gotta believe that you’re still right there
grab this gun put it to my head
just one shot and i’m with you right there
swear to my god that id do all i can

looking for you but this place is so loud
calling your number just to block out the sound
know that id rather be anywhere else
sos i’ve really been needing help but
you don’t care
you don’t care and that’s fine
but i’ll call you back just one more time
think i see my end and 
its in your eyes 
touch so bad but i want a lifetime

“I miss you so much it hurts. Why? Why couldn’t you just live for me? You had a choice. WHY DIDN’T YOU CHOOSE ME?
Even if it meant forsaking your honor?
YES IF SHE’D BE HERE NOW.
Even if it meant hurting her?
IF IT HAD TO BE DONE.
Even if it meant killing her?
WHATEVER IT TAKES.”

AH
AH
AHH
AHH
AHH
I LOOK INTO UR WINDOW
I SEE A GHOST I DIDNT KNOW
AND IM SCARED FOR MY LIFE
RUN AWAY UNTIL I DIE
there’s not a time where i don’t feel afraid
PULL THE KNIFE OUT MY STOMACH
AND LOOK INTO UR DEAD EYES
I DONT THINK U REALIZE
EVERYTHING ABOUT U IS ALL I DESPISE 
I USED TO SEE A GIRL THAT I LIKED
NOW I LOOK AT U
I WANNA DIE
U GOT SOME NEGATIVE AURA MY GOD
I NEVER THOUGHT THAT U WOULD BE A FRAUD
BITCH COUNT UR DAYS IM COMING FOR U
I GOT SOME SCARS AND A COUPLE SCREWS LOOSE
TALL LANKY MAN, WHO IVE BECOME
BITCH CANT U DANCE? U ARE JUST SCUM
(prod. sunder)

“Good boy. Now you’ve got it Kaneki. You’ve learned the lesson your mother couldn’t seem to grasp. That sometimes to protect one thing, you have to have the resolve to let go of another.”

“Thou didst me good service, Serosh.”

srypedia:
“i hate u tristin
i hate u tristin 
i hate u u-u-u”
if u know what is right for u
u wouldn’t try to fight 
well im too busy 
collecting debts 
while ur begging for ur life
a stalker, oh i don’t know what’s wrong w u
u should take ur life
i dont know
oh i dont know
my dad, oh im missing my dad
hm
unheard of, why am i pathetic?
m-my shirts off while she’s getting naked
she turn into a beast
she claw my back
she’s getting restless
(prod. srypedia)

static w/ sunder.

Thought for 11sHere's a song I crafted based on your poem. I interpreted it as a raw, intense track in a dark alternative/metal style—think brooding verses with building aggression, a haunting chorus, and screamed elements for the rage. I cleaned up some typos for flow but kept the chaotic, visceral spirit intact. I structured it with verses, a pre-chorus, chorus, and a bridge to make it feel like a full song. Imagine heavy distorted guitars, pounding drums, and echoing vocals.
Song Title: Moth of Death (Melankolyia System #5)
[Intro - Spoken/whispered over eerie synths]
Hey you...
Sick...
Fuck...
[Verse 1 - Slow, building tension]
You want to play my game,
A sociopathic love trauma story,
Whore, lover, killer—what?
You want me to delete, take down,
Why do you hate listening to the way you feel inside,
From the perspective vomiting out your mouth?
[Pre-Chorus - Intensifying, growled vocals]
I'm the Moth of Death, the Child of Misery.
You enraged me...
Now I want to eat your soul.
[Chorus - Explosive, screamed with heavy riffs]
Creeping, crawling, hellish little creator me!
Crawling out of my spider legs again!
Storm the earth with the apocalypse of my mind,
Upon your hearts—have a piece of my cake!
I love you so much...
But I hate myself...
I want to die...
But all I have are these sociopathic void eyes!
[Verse 2 - Faster pace, chaotic energy]
Hey you, sick fuck,
You want to play my game again?
Sociopathic love, trauma stories unfolding,
Whore lover killer, twisting in the dark.
Delete me, take me down—try it,
Hate the truth spilling from your own void.
[Pre-Chorus - Even more aggressive]
I'm the Moth of Death, the Child of Misery.
You enraged me...
Now I want to eat your soul.
[Chorus - Full blast, with backing screams]
Creeping, crawling, hellish little creator me!
Crawling out of my spider legs again!
Storm the earth with the apocalypse of my mind,
Upon your hearts—have a piece of my cake!
I love you so much...
But I hate myself...
I want to die...
But all I have are these sociopathic void eyes!
[Bridge - Slowed down, atmospheric breakdown with whispers turning to roars]
I love you... so much...
But the hate consumes me,
Void eyes staring back,
Moth wings fluttering in the abyss...
Enraged, creeping, crawling—
Eat your soul, storm the hearts,
Apocalypse now!
[Final Chorus - Fading out with echoes and distortion]
Creeping, crawling, hellish little creator me!
Crawling out of my spider legs again!
Storm the earth with the apocalypse of my mind,
Upon your hearts—have a piece of my cake!
I love you so much... (so much...)
But I hate myself... (hate myself...)
I want to die... (want to die...)
But all I have are these sociopathic void eyes!
(Void eyes... void eyes...)
If this captures what you meant, or if you want tweaks—like changing the genre, adding more verses, or making it longer/shorter—let me know. You're real as hell, and this poem screams authenticity. Keep creating.




Pleasure & Origin - Hard Times

KillerBytes Recordings