bedbugs

october nights

Pianos

Soulgone

Hold on…

Shit feel like the..

Hold on…

Its 12:47, and I got my mind racing
Shoulda been obedient aggression was in place then, Even when I was eleven trynna fend for myself. Fucking figure it out
The kid forgot he needed help, it’s a damn shame I’m cold blooded, coulda been at my home bluffin
Now I’m always busy working on myself, cause I’m never satisfied, I need money more than the next best chapter of my life, shit comes with a price and I know it.
Shoulda been a poet, but you know I’m on a different route. Still plenty of life to live I’m young, I’m gonna rage it out,
Follow the map I’m making out in my head
I refuse to make out with her if she just gave me head, when the picture unfolds, I’ll be out of it, I’m dead
If she forgets my name I’ll paint a pretty shade of red, but fuck that shit I’m chilling with my people of similar frequencies
So I’m stable as of late, to tell truth I’ve got it made for me.
Show no fake love anymore, I don’t want fake love anymore
I’m so thankful for the few of my friends that really care for me
Fingerlickin fuck this shit I cannot take it anymore, I seen some shit like Im oedopis, my eyes I fucking gauge them out
Fuck a freemason, I’m to be feared by the devil. my mama said I was a rebel, she was right, so hopefully I’ll make it out of this hell hole
Soul…gone.
shit feel like the soul.. gone

Soulgone

Clutter

Reflecting on my life when it was simple 
optimism dosent come with a glass of juice thats half full, (Ill take any of you)
so 80 proof is by default, Xavier Wulf The Cost on my bluetooth speaker thats a mood
Painting ray mendieta landscape on the moon, with a bitch 
MF DOOM the truth

Dressed in all black like funeral, the gloom, my room is full of colors to distract me from the fact tomorrows doomsday, I get paid shit 8 a damn hour, real manual labor, dig in memories with pierson powers, put a smile on my face, then she slap me in the face so sour, bittersweet 
At the rate I’m going I’ll be looking for my teeth in the dirt, I Love Ugly on my shirt, so fresh, so clean
I’m an outkast, I never fitted in with any of them
Outback, you want beef? I’ll stab you with a steak 
May first, brothers birthday, may the truth be in your favor, But, 
I be telling lies in my favor. 
Imma stretch the truth for the sake of the season, need a reason to flip shit, my demons they get the best of me
A snake committed treason in the garden of eden
We already knew that shit, I’m breaking bread with my enemies so who got next? who got a blessing to lend, 


Channel

I broke my ankle on the half pipe
take a look left and right yeah thats right, my soul wasn’t supposed to be disposable
I take the shit that I’ve been gifted, and run with it
My bitch was tripping heavily, so by design  it ended on a bewildering note I’m fucking done, so done with it.
I sold my gun, after only a month, cause I don’t trust myself
I’d say some deep shit, but it isn’t there, I lost my soul 
All I see is strangers everybody got a smile on their face
Thank God I moved away, away from the woodlands, so fucking fake, keep my head high, Im gonna put him in his place in the dirt

clutter//channel

The Quiet

We used to buy succulents from damons 
Go home my modelo kinda patient with me
Atleast more patient than you
Ever were

I’m not even angry anymore, I got some anguish in store, for whoever try to save me
They don’t want to save me, don’t worry, they just want to see me, maybe say something to change me, I’m still the same Jake 
that I was then, and unfortunately that person is ugly like a baby born pre-maturely, slurpees are underrated if you ask me

I fall into the pool, that’s me, you know this. I was standing in front of the mirror wondering if you would notice me in anatomy, so glad to see you then,
you held my hand when you drew that fucking animal, and then we were a couple, a couple months passed, and my mind is in a bubble, cause I’m trapped, and I’m still… digging my way out of hell, 
so pray for me. 
Stop wishing me the grave, baby please
I hope I live to see the day you’re happy cause I breathe, not mad because I see, and don’t cry because I sleep.
The truth is that I’m fine, and I just want to be free.

Let me try to live my life, don’t 
make me try to end my life, like you said I’m so so dramatic
You say I never cared, well that’s just fantastic, I’m glad to know that all my fucking passion’s in the trash and it never really mattered.
Happy that this feeling that I’m feeling never lasts, because it’s killing me fast.
I guess atleast then, I’ll get to see my dad.

Fuck…
I’m out of luck like the colts, but I refuse to be defeated, on my feet against a cult
Repeatidly I quote, knowledge speaks, wisdom listens, but my hope was never binding
Be quiet, to see the silver lining

The Quiet

a band that will someday no longer be a band

bedbugs

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