Tiny Treadmills demo

Baby Driver (Demo)

A-I-T-A - 3:20:25, 16.51

real power

all falls down (WIP) - 5:19:25, 16.31

https://www.news9.com/story/6828a64e39a47de70b50a507/ryan-walters-says-bibles-will-be-in-classrooms-this-fall

F*** Ryan Walters

A stripped-bare post-hardcore elegy—part indictment, part eulogy—channeling La Dispute and Touché Amoré to name the myth, name the blood, and say it plain.

[Verse 1]
They named it after a baby ghost.
They called it culture.
They meant race.
Typed “keep it clean” and hit send.
We saw it.

[Verse 2]
The castle wasn’t old.
Just expensive.
Locals marched.
They called it freedom.
But locked the doors.

[Chorus – Mid-Song]
Say it plain.
You built a myth on someone else’s grave.
You called it pride—
but the guns knew better.
Now it’s policy.
Now it’s home.
And if the lion sleeps tonight,
he dreams of blood.

[Verse 3]
They posted “invasion.”
Over and over.
One kid read it.
Picked up a gun.
They said “don’t blame us.”

[Verse 4]
“Historic Nation.”
“Western values.”
Slideshows at school board meetings.
Fear on cue cards.
Same script. New actors.

[Bridge]
Castle’s closed.
Name’s gone.
But the site still loads.
Different flag. Same page.
Nothing ends. It mutates.

[Chorus – Outro Cut]
Say it plain.
It’s always been fear.
Dressed as culture.
Sold as pride.
You built a myth
on someone else’s grave.
Now it’s law.
Now it’s home.
And if the lion sleeps,
he dreams of blood.

The Lion Sleeps in Berkeley Springs

real power - lions version

A stripped, post-hardcore dirge where every sound feels like redacted truth—dry drums, fractured vocals, and raw space weaponized to expose the violence of silence and erasure.

Padilla

A government source indicates that they believe the administration is intentionally delaying compliance with a ruling allowing trans people to change their passports.
https://www.erininthemorning.com/p/we-dont-answer-to-courts-trump-admin

[Verse 1]
Don’t say court, say “globalist plot”
Don’t say law, say “freedom from rot”
Deep-state judges? “Traitors in robes”
As the man in the suit sets fire to the globe.
Tavistock’s gone, Paxton swings wide—
“Trans kids aren’t real,” so the truth must hide.
It’s not incompetence, it’s design:
Erase the rules, redraw the line.

⸻

[Verse 2]
Even the allies strike a pose.
“Let’s not get political”—as the circuit blows.
Your senator tweets, then grabs their lunch.
The platform shifts. They don’t flinch much.

⸻

[Bridge – A Part]
“We don’t answer to courts,” they said.
Porch-front Proud Boys. Rule of law—dead.
From 2025 to clinic raids,
Memes to mandates, silence obeys.
Not a bluff. A purge in disguise.
The state in a mask. Contempt in its eyes.

⸻

[Bridge – B Part]
It starts with a joke, ends with a ban.
They laugh, you flinch, the line gets redrawn again.
One foot in the fire, one eye on the polls—
The vibe decides what they’ll patrol.

⸻

[Chorus]
Say “it’s truth.” See who you can kill.
Say “it’s freedom.” They cheer as they swallow the pill.
Kill the word. Redraw the line.
The vibe is law. Every time.

Say “it’s truth.” See who you can kill.
Say “it’s freedom.” They cheer as they swallow the pill.
Kill the word. Redraw the line.
The vibe is law. Every time.

No need to vote—just check the vibe.

The Vibe Decides

Baby Driver

Fallign SLowly

~ Indie/Alternative/Emo/Pop-Punk ~

Bassist of the Tulsa, OK band, The Leaf Peepers.

I learned to read by playing Pokemon Yellow.

bloodklotz

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