YOUR FABRIC IS BIOTIC 

Artwork assets provided by ( @melancholyauthentic )
( @deth.exe )

Beat/music produced by ( @sapphirekill )

Primary vocal engineering by Michael Sativa ( @mike_sativa )

Secondary vocal engineering by @tigvro

LYRICS:

I have been full of resentment 
I will see the when I am present 
The last months were less than pleasant 
Do you believe in forever? 
Zephyr’s blowing by 
I can take a shot 
But I always miss for several reasons 
God, my temperament has 5 seasons 
My temperament has 5 seasons 
Alter consciousness, my brain is a disc 
Make myself dehisce 
Bet I’m ludicrous
Boy, you guessed
Hornets make a nest, prolifically depressed
No bling on my wrist, stare at the abyss 

And my thoughts always race
Like they wanna fucking win 
Notice cracks on my face 
They’re apparent when I grin 
You avoid, I embrace 
Now alone, let me spin 
When I’m chuffing off an 8th 
Phlegm is coming down my chin 

Manipulation’s just one of my specialties
(Yuh)
I’ll infect the masses, no lethality
(Yuh)
Once I swarm the platform with nearing colleagues
(Yuh)
You will know my name
And will pray for deletion 
Failing for completion 
(I denounce your legion) 

I want to be a polyglot and serve all the regions

“I am 100% not sorry”

And my thoughts always race
Like they wanna fucking win 
Notice cracks on my face 
They’re apparent when I grin 
You avoid, I embrace 
Now alone, let me spin 
When I’m chuffing off an 8th 
Phlegm is coming down my chin 
LORD
And my thoughts always race
Like they wanna fucking win 
Notice cracks on my face 
They’re apparent when I grin 
You avoid, I embrace 
Now alone, let me spin 
When I’m chuffing off an 8th 
Phlegm is coming down my chin 
LORD

PHLEGM IS COMING DOWN MY CHIN 
(ERGH)
PHLEGM IS COMING DOWN MY CHIN
(ERGH
PHLEGM IS COMING DOWN MY CHIN 
(ERGH)
Your fabric is biotic!

The results of your choices 
Are met with disappointment 
Rejection coincides 
With the urge to be voided 
The results of your choices 
Are met with disappointment 
Rejection coincides 
With the urge to be voided 

And my thoughts always race
Like they wanna fucking win 
Notice cracks on my face 
They’re apparent when I grin 
You avoid, I embrace 
Now alone, let me spin 
When I’m chuffing off an 8th 
Phlegm is coming down my chin 
(LORD)

M-I-K-E-S-A-T-I-V-A
Bandages stick to my flesh
Like a horrorfest
So I confess
I'm falling short
When I tried my best
So don't act pressed
I'll never rest
Give me a test, FUCK

My temperament has 5 seasons 
Alter consciousness, my brain is a disc 
Make myself dehisce 
Bet I’m ludicrous
Boy, you guessed
Hornets make a nest, prolifically depressed
No bling on my wrist, stare at the abyss

Your Fabric Is Biotic (Prod. Sapphirekill) [Lyrics in Description]

WHAT THE FUCK (prod.CJONDABEAT)

Live in Toronto

Monument (Live)

Music/Merch

Counterparts "Monument"

ENEMY 906 - INTRO

MY FIRST UNTITLED

TRUST IS HARD TO FIND (ACAPELLA)

[Genre: Gothcore fused with nu metal, industrial rock, cyberpunk, post-rock, Ethereal atmosphere with sociopathy/ASPD spine: post-rock goth verses (moody haunting melodies, twisted glitches evoking controlled obsession), gothcore choruses (powerful drops, chaotic energy, big kick startles for excited aggression), Out-of-control feel with addictive, haunting eerie synths, upbeat tempo for aggressive excitement, Cyberpunk nightmare, spooky dystopian apocalypse, violent scary vibes, alien otherworldly alternative rock, Deep distorted androgynous male vocals (addictive haunting whispers to powerful dramatic screams), 3D audio, dark ambience, psychotic despair, insane sub-bass rumbles, Drop D tuning, 140 BPM ramp, 4:30 min length, Themes: Sex-death connection, devouring obsession, psychotic control merging sociopathy/ASPD, ]
– Show Summary
Control Settings
Weirdness: 86%
Style Strength: 92%
Intro (Dark Ambience: Eerie Ethereal Synths, Glitchy ASPD Whispers Panning in 3D, Slow Sub-Bass Pulse Evoking Sociopathic Detachment):
Taste of filth... (fading whisper)
Born like this... (glitched echo)
Verse 1 (Post-Rock Goth: Moody Guitars, Haunting Melody, Slow Building Glitch Textures Evoking Controlled Sociopathy):
Taste of filth, mouth dry, tongue covered in white film
Rubbing lips, a rush of pleasure, feels like ocean waves
But beneath the skin, so lost in thought
She was so oblivious, so silent
Pre-Chorus (Building Intensity: Glitchy Cyberpunk Synths, Sinister Ambience, ASPD "Out of Control" Pulses Emerging):
In the cold room, freezer set for collection
Unlocked, hidden, fluorescent lights flicker
Walls decayed with yellow stains, cracks, peeling paint
Plastic sheets protect, ready to continue, paused
Chorus (Gothcore Nu-Metal Drop: Aggressive Industrial Riffs, Chaotic Drums, Powerful Kick Startles, Distorted Screams for Excited Obsession):
My sense of relief suspended in atrocity
Dirt under nails, never noticed, frozen heart racing
Thoughts calm, locked stationary, numb to the process
I never needed to prepare for the most dangerous game
So dead, born like this
Verse 2 (Electronic Rock Fusion: Glitchy Cyberpunk Synths, Out-of-Control ASPD Vibes, Building Emotional Intensity with Twisted Echoes):
Knives lay on steel, wearing liquid coats
Beads the color of rubies, solace encases me
The impulse satisfied, but a sense of conviction
Drenched in intoxication, now sober and still
Pre-Chorus (Intensified: Spooky Ethereal Waves, Psychotic Whisper Layers, Hypnotic Beats Stuttering into Scary Chaos with 3D Panning):
Loving her was easy, her walking away
A murderous tragedy, trophy? My treasure stored
Until it rots, my heart sentenced to the dead
I choke on each memory, until I'm caught or end
Chorus (Apocalyptic Post-Metal Peak: Extreme Riffs, Otherworldly Glitches, Haunting Screams Building to Insane Emotional Collapse):
My sense of relief suspended in atrocity
Dirt under nails, never noticed, frozen heart racing
Thoughts calm, locked stationary, numb to the process
I never needed to prepare for the most dangerous game
So dead, born like this
Bridge (Dark Wave Breakdown: Eerie Ethereal Waves, Sociopathic ASPD Textures, Out-of-Control Glitches with Addictive Haunting Melody):
With these dirty nails, nothing could defend
Skin damp with salt, I feel nothing within
Tools of destruction that kill for justice
Of my affection, obsession ends in reflection
The art created by rejection, inflamed with chaos and passion
Outro (Grunge Cyberpunk Fade: Grinding Guitars 

Obsessive Love

First Released November 20, 2015 (November 2015)
First Installation of the 'A Leaking Head' Series
Produced by Landfill (@xlandfill)

A Leaking Head II

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