You Will Be the Death of Me

I Hate Myself

End of the World

Living with a Ghost

Death Below

The Abyss (feat. JT Cavey)

I'm My Own God

Candace Owens is a two-bit grifter profiting off Charlie Kirk's death!

(Verse 1)
She screams about a target painted squarely on her back, a global operation and a coordinated attack, claims she got the documents the files and the flight, but she never took a single step to make the record right, loud on the livestream but quiet on the stand, cause perjury is poison to the story that she planned.

(Chorus)
Where are the receipts tell me where is the proof, you’re building up a castle without a solid roof, dangling a carrot just to keep the people fed, spinning wool and fairy tales inside a thread, it ain't a plot it ain't a hit it ain't a crime, it’s just a way to steal the audience’s time.

(Verse 2)
Blaming all the shadows and the planes up in the sky, looking for a villain just looking for a spy, says the Feds are listening says she told the top, but she never filed the paper with a single local cop, she knows that investigation kills the masquerade, she’d rather keep the mystery than have the cards displayed.

(Bridge)
Standing on the ashes of a tragedy so fresh, turning someone’s ending into cash over the flesh, if the danger was reality you’d run and you’d hide, not sell a subscription for the wild joyride, it takes a hollow soul to play a game so low, using death as fuel just to run the show.

(Chorus)
Where are the receipts tell me where is the proof, you’re building up a castle without a solid roof, dangling a carrot just to keep the people fed, spinning wool and fairy tales inside a thread, it ain't a plot it ain't a hit it ain't a crime, it’s just a way to steal the audience’s time.

(Outro)
No report, no receipt, just a grift on repeat, yeah just a grift on repeat, spinning the wheel till the money is sweet.


Lyrics By: S.H. Sydness - Crunchy Creations - 2025

End of the World

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