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THEY

production demo / work in progress (near final)
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When I was young I cut my dick
on the razor blade stubble
of a man twice my years.
I could smell his grin
feel him breaking in
and that's alright

It's coming out strange again. I'm coming off weird. And that's alright.

It wasn't the rape that queered me
I'd always loved my mothers heels
and having my face made up
to represent my hopes and fears.
It just shamed me. put a voice in my head that hates me.
and that's alright.

It's coming out strange again. I'm coming off weird.

Strange - production demo (near final)

production demo / work in progress
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You're sick and you're old
now it's time to go home
to find your dear brother
save him from your mother
before the beast sets in
before there's no next of kin
and the makeup runs like old bloody water
As it tumbles down slate and sneaks under doors
it's a memory of taste you've known too well before
There's no gun that can bring you home
there's no gun that can change what you've done
oh the straights have won, dear god the straights have won

-- you came too soon again
there's no shame
it's just those dicks changed you
and this is the way that it stains
There's a crazy man in your pants (he'll never die)
There's a sick, sick muse who resides in my mind (he'll survive)
There's a crazy man in my pants (he'll never die)
There's this sick, sick thing between your legs (don't ever hide) --

You're still sick - you're still old
there's no time to go home
to find your dear brother
save him from your mother
because the beast set in
now there's no next of kin
and his makeup runs like old bloody water
It still tumbles down slate and sneaks under doors
it's a memory of taste you've known too well before
There's no gun that can bring you home
there's no god that can change what you've done
oh the straights have won, dear god the straights have won

The Straights - production demo (mid-point)

We Can Look Out On The Other People (And They Can Tell We're Crazy)

You Can Stay

All this tape wrapped around my chest keeps my heart from the gutter, but I fear I'm next. He grabbed my crotch, so I bit his arm... dear god I hope I left a scar.

I'm just waiting for it to end.

Crazy lives in my hometown. I didn't want to leave but I'm ready now. He called me a dyke then he raised his fist. Pain's so much easier than fearing it.

I'm just waiting for it to end.

When the time comes. You can not falter. You just have to fucking run. When the time comes, you can not flinch. Know all your exits, and know it's ok just to fucking run.

I'm just waiting for it to end.

flinch

push it in, no matter the resistance. i'm coming to this all on my own, still there's no one that knows better than those good christian men who slobbered your young body. they taught you of a loving christ, and bathed you in love, fucked your bloody love.

it's an old lie that there is something at the end of this life
there's an old lie that there is someone in the world for each of us
it's an old lie that this body can't last through the night
guess there's an old time coming

when your hands were tied, and your mind so fucking binded by the call of something old - that's never been more wrong, no it's never been more wrong. all the men in your life descended from a savage. your body was a stepping stone. now it's warped and outgrown the pigs in your home.

push it in

Wrong Names prod. Grimm Doza

Writer-Hoodratbenni
Mix & Master-HoodratBenni
SoundCloud-HoodratBenni
Instagram-@HoodratBenni

Producer-Kreez The Artist x No Good

HoodratBennni - Physco (prod.Kreez The Artist X No Good)

from Eureka SeveN.. probably my fav anime of all times!
this track, the favourite of my fav character: Charles Beams

Eureka SeveN - Get It By Your Hands

In November 2012 Manzilla was held at gunpoint by a man in a child-sized godzilla costume. Manzilla, $42 poorer, went home, re-assessed her life, quit her NYC job, purchased a keyboard, and began recording music. She now lives in New Orleans, soaking up soul and peeing into jars.

flinch

manzilla