We've given you rage. Now, we give you reflection.
"SELFISH" is the third song from our upcoming EP "Quiet Divide".
 We are pleased to welcome Mitchi Dimitriadis (Insyte洞察) to the band as our supporting harsh vocalist.

Lyric Video on YouTube: https://youtu.be/NVb9HPc-6ak

SELFISH

ART BY SUICIDALGALLERY
https://www.instagram.com/suicidalgallery/

LYRICS:

are we sick, just rotten to the core with this
anxiety hollowed out
what's left of this empty shell
I try to I try to I try to understand

when you came to me with an illness
I didnt want to believe it was true so I just stared
tears filled  your eyes as I couldn't respond
I didnt want to lose you again, no not like this

I promised I’d be right back, yeah but I wasn’t cus I was running down the alleyways chased by
the shadows on the walls with the resemblance of my best friend but I knew it wasn't him cus he was trying to drag, 
me back into this place where I hated myself but you know it's a joke cus you know I still do
shoulder hits the plaster, breaks through the walls, reality seems to just stall

fractal of lights burst through the window as my vision starts to blur
no longer have a fucking place here so I drown in mental hurt
I put a knife to my stomach and I just try to push it through
The fucking blade snaps in half and im just like what the fuck is true

watch the bruise marks, start to shine through
watch me collapse, the love I pursue 
I see your blank stare, it's like they broke you
the medication didnt work, this person isn't you

the devil smiles back, im easily subdued
he was my best friend and to the side he threw
best intentions, we watch as you withdrew
it's hard to admit, that I couldn't save you

I watch your hair start to fall
fake a smile it will be fine
your ribcage starts to show through as you walk
but you are so perfect to me

you’re haunted by this,
so scared to admit that you might not survive
yeah cus hope is your enemy
you don't want to let down the ones you love

watch impure injections enter your veins, see your face just wither away
I try to explain that your gaunted cheeks are so pretty but you cave
threw fists at my face from the burst of the anger try to explain that it wasn't you
its this doubt that's embedded in your veins as the doctor says you might not make it through

stage two to the cancer, no I couldn't answer all these questions that plague your thoughts
torn between a decision of do I kill my insides just to hope I live a bit more
but you know ill hold your hand, know that ill be there till the end
yeah no cus im never gonna give up on you, I will be the hope that you'll be alright

Calcify

The people have spoken. "THREE FIFTHS" is the first single from our upcoming EP "Quiet Divide". We are pleased to welcome Mitchi Dimitriadis (Insyte洞察) to the band as our supporting harsh vocalist.

Lyric Video on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3es445M6YQU

THREE FIFTHS

Intro:
Heart break feels good in place like this She’s begging for more when it hurt like this The devil is a girl and she blew me a kiss Heart break feels good in a place like this
Chorus:
I wanna be what’s bad for you
I’m the rotten apple that you bite into Why does being bad always feel so good I wanna be what’s bad for you
Bring me the broken Cure it with poison The loneliest voices Bring me the broken
Verse 1:
She climbing on me like a jungle gym Body made of gold candy flavor skin Coldest of the cold but I’m the evil twin
Broke a queens heart queue the violins
Pre Chorus:
My eyes are a window
A place that you don’t go Under my spell
No coming back
Chorus:
I wanna be what’s bad for you
I’m the rotten apple that you bite into Why does being bad always feel so good I wanna be what’s bad for you
Bring me the broken Cure it with poison The loneliest voices Bring me the broken
Verse 2:
It’s the City of the angels Baby welcome to hell
 
I’m a lick your teeth
Now your soul is for sale
Do you like that Ooo you like that Do you like that
I know you like that
Pre chores:
My eyes are a window
A place that you don’t go Under my spell
No coming back
Bridge:
Take a walk with me Baby grab my hand
Ya took a chance on me
It’s all in your head
You took a chance on me Now I’m back from the dead Run away from me
Run as fast as you can
As fast as you can
Chorus:
I wanna be what’s bad for you
I’m the rotten apple that you bite into Why does being bad always feel so good I wanna be what’s bad for you
Bring me the broken Cure it with poison The loneliest voices Bring me the broken

ROTTEN APPLE

Don't say "hi" to me
You should hide from me
I'm so damn toxic that you'll probably fuckin die on me
Grotesque anatomy
I'm missin half of me
It's more than that can't do the math
Can't count on the hands that abandoned me

Everybody goes away
No one ever stays
I forgot another face
Memories stuck on replay
Everyone I ever loved
All that I touch
Everything turns into dust
All my angels in the ground ain't got none left above

Cam crashed his car
Nothin left
Same with Shawn
He burned to death
Missed a call
Chelsea's dead
Killed herself with heroin
2 AM
Out of breath
Nurses said my mom is dead
Vicodin and Percocet and loaded guns next to my bed

You think that this just music?
I'm really goin through it
All that shit you talk about well bitch you know I really do it
I got the scars to prove it
These guns I really shoot em
Keep on bein stupid and you'll lose that shit you use to chew with

Everybody entertained by my pain
Kickin that dirt on my name
Straight from the mud
I'm collecting the sticks and the stones
For the day that I'm filling your graves
My family got taken away
I'm gonna use all this pain
I'll make it someday
Every time I'm on that stage, they gonna hear your names

Cam crashed his car
Nothin left
Same with Shawn
He burned to death
Missed a call
Chelsea's dead
Killed herself with heroin
2 AM
Out of breath
Nurses said my mom is dead
Vicodin and Percocet and loaded guns next to my bed
What you know about me?
I been digging graves since I was 19
Talk shit cause that's all ya got G
There ain't nothin left that you could do that could hurt me

I've been takin so much Xanax to keep myself from panicking
I'm staring at a casket and my mother look like wax
She don't even look real man she look like a mannequin
That shit hurt me so bad you can't even fuckin imagine
If I'm sociopathic it's cause all of the damage
You mishandled my heart and hammered at it til it cracked in half
Yeah you told me you were pregnant I'm so happy cried my eyes out
Next day found out you killed my unborn child
Now I don't know who I am
Hero villain good or bad I'm losing track
It's like the Batman and Joker been doin battle in my head
I'm bending bars behind a mask like Bane on Venom
Rather watch the world burn than ever light another candle

Yeah I got a couple bodies on me
Yeah I got a couple ghosts that haunt me
I got a couple bodies on me
I got a couple ghosts that haunt me

Ghost Stories

Now That I Have Your Attention

Classic Jack - MAZE

(Nephilim Lyrics) Nathan James
 Verse 1:
Stupid fucking kid
never good enough for them
Pretentious little bitches always swinging at my chin
Violent is my style Cause I’m never fitting in
Mad cause I’m dressed up looking like a fuck up
I’m looking like a fuck up
But it’s you I’m gonna fuck up
Verse 2:
Dealing with the bullshit Every single day
I’m ripping off your face cause it’s fake anyway
Privileged is ya style but I’m never melting in
Sad that your dressed up looking like a suck up
Pre chorus:
Inject your hatred into me
I feed off fear it’s all I need Annihilate my enemies
You can’t stop what’s deathly
Chorus:
I walk alone Through everyone Whoever faced me In the unknown The darkest voice

 Won’t ever break me
Verse 3:
I bet it drive you crazy when you see my face Black hair silver chains all over the place
When I walk up in your room call it unsafe space
Square up wit a pit Bull get yourself a fist full
see me in the pit fight me one on one
If you see me in the pit fight me one on one
see me in the pit fight me one on one
If you see me in the pit fight me one on one
Bridge:
Break your bones
But it’s you I’m gonna fuck up
Break your bones
Break your bones
But it’s you I’m gonna fuck up
Chorus:
I walk alone Through everyone Whoever faced me In the unknown The darkest voice

 Post chorus:
Inject your hatred into me
I feed off fear it’s all I need Annihilate my enemies
You can’t stop what’s deathly
Outro:
Break your bones
But it’s you I’m gonna fuck up
Break your bones
Break your bones
But it’s you I’m gonna fuck up

nephilim

Emerald

Sugar Spine - Jackal

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Hands up
Put the money in the fuckin bag
Shut up
Put your family in a body bag
Hands up
Give me everything you fuckin have
Do it fast
Got your momma in a fuckin van

I've done shit you only dream of
You ain't never shot a gun
You probly never even seen one

Believe in Ghosts
You'll be lookin like you seen one
When I pull this trigger
Then you'll really fuckin be one

I got away with it

Used to have to rob them stores

I got away with it

Stomach hurt when I was poor

I got a taste of it

Always dreamt of having more

I had to scrape for it

Now we're kickin in the fuckin door

Hands up
Put the money in the fuckin bag
Shut up
Put your family in a body bag
Hands up
Give me everything you fuckin have
Do it fast
Got your momma in a fuckin van

Give me everything you fuckin have

I pop out the van
Ain't gotta ask
I'm lower class
A piece of trash
With a gun and a mask

You smokin rags
I got that gas
I'm not a fan of your band
But I see you Imma clap

I'm always chasin it

Nights I had nowhere to sleep

I'm always chasin it

Days I had nothin to eat

I got a taste of it

Pay the rent or electricity?

I had to scrape for it

But you know I keep that heat on me

Hands up
Put the money in the fuckin bag
Shut up
Put your family in a body bag
Hands up
Give me everything you fuckin have
Do it fast
Got your momma in a fuckin van

Give me everything you fuckin have

Ghost Squad
Put them masks on
If you had to do some odd jobs
To keep the lights on
This is our song

Ghost Squad
Make them opps drop
Took them stones that you throw
Flipped em like they crack rocks
Hit the cash box

Ghost Squad
Put them masks on
Yeah we had to do some odd jobs
To keep the lights on
This is our song

Ghost Squad
Make the show stop
When we show up
With them guns cocked
Yeah we make them 
motherfuckin heads knock

We make them mother fuckin heads knock

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This Hell

Genre: Nu-Metal/Rap Metal

Members:
Vocals: @splxtofficial(SplytSecond)
Composer/Producer: @Silencyde
Harsh Vocals: INSYTE (Harvested, Misshapen, Hatred Reigns)

THREE FIFTHS

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