Name: My Generation Sucks by .Marz
Duration: 3 min 1 s
Description: This is a little something different than what I usually do. I bought a bass and guitar and this was the result.

You’re incredibly creative 🥰 I’ve been listening to your music and I’m genuinely impressed. Would you be open to a relaxed conversation?

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Stand in the pouring rain
I could see my own grave
Find the one to blame
Say the shit that they won't say

Damn my back's in pain
From carrying the whole game
I could crash the plane
I could burn the whole place

And I'm not afraid
To swallow a live grenade
And blow you away
Blow you away

Cut through the static haze
I'm a spark that lights the flames
No one left to save
I'll erase what you can't face

Shadows crawl inside my brain
Nothing left but rust and chains
Tear it down, erase the name
Watch it all go up in flames

And I'm not afraid
To swallow a live grenade
And blow you away
Blow you away

And I'm not afraid
To swallow a live grenade
And throw you away
Throw you away

[Intro]
(Do you feel them?)
(Do you feel them watching?)

[Verse 1]
There's a weight above the ceiling that we're never meant to see
Fingers longer than the highways pulling strings we call "free"
Every breath you think you're taking, every step you think you choose
They're the ones who move the current, they're the ones who light the fuse

[Pre-Chorus]
And sometimes late at night I feel it—
A tickle on my skin
Like something reaching through the fabric
From the world that we're trapped in

[Chorus]
THEY'RE ABOVE! THEY'RE ABOVE!
Giant hands we've never known
THEY'RE ABOVE! THEY'RE ABOVE!
Pulling flesh, conducting bone!
We're the dolls beneath the floorboards
We're the shadows of their storm
TONIGHT THE GIANTS RAGE IN HEAVEN
AND WE DANCE TO KEEP THEM WARM!

[Verse 2]
Watch the cars move like they're dreaming on an invisible track
Every baby born is molded by the hands behind the black
Lightning's just their fingertips tapping on our paper sky
We mistake the strings for freedom, we mistake the cage for "why"

[Pre-Chorus]
Can you feel the tremors building?
Something's wrong up there tonight
Halloween—the veil is thinning
And the storm's becoming bright

[Chorus]
THEY'RE ABOVE! THEY'RE ABOVE!
Giant hands we've never known
THEY'RE ABOVE! THEY'RE ABOVE!
Pulling flesh, conducting bone!
We're the dolls beneath the floorboards
We're the shadows of their storm
TONIGHT THE GIANTS RAGE IN HEAVEN
AND WE DANCE TO KEEP THEM WARM!

[Instrumental Break]

[Bridge]
They made the mothers, made the fathers
Made the children made of dust
We're scratching at dimensions
While they cradle us in rust

Feel the tickle? That's them moving
Feel the shiver? That's them near
On Halloween the storm breaks open—
AND THE GIANTS SHOW NO FEAR!

[Final Chorus]
THEY'RE ABOVE! THEY'RE ABOVE!
Gods we'll never understand!
THEY'RE ABOVE! THEY'RE ABOVE!
We're the puppets in their hands!
We're the echoes in the basement
We're the trembling, we're the swarm
THE GIANTS SCREAM TONIGHT IN THUNDER
AND WE DANCE INSIDE THEIR STORM!

[Outro]
(The storm is here...)
(Can you feel them now?)
(They're dancing too...)
(They're dancing too...)

Do you feel them?

I'm definitely thinking about releasing an album under the name Psych-O-Naut?
...maybe?

Lower Rift

This is a little something different than what I usually do. I bought a bass and guitar and this was the result.

My Generation Sucks

Avernus

Avernus (Tiger Rose with Bob Heselton)

Panic Attack At Dominos (Demo)

Beneath the energetic rhythms and quirky instrumentation lies a heartbreaking story of war and separation. "Two White Flag" juxtaposes an upbeat, syncopated musical arrangement with the tragedy of a world on fire. It asks the question "What are we fighting for?" while the clean, layered vocals deliver a plea for peace from the perspective of those caught in the crossfire.

Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/4Xx35aNGrcwBBfL8ysmYLt?si=ce430d6bcb2d411b

[Verse]

World's on fire
Little boy's on the road
Mother's at the border
Arms are empty and cold
Begging the guards to let him go

[Chorus]

Two white flags on the floor
One for my mother
One for my father
What are we fighting for?

[Verse 2]

Brother's on the battlefield
Fighting a war
For his family
So he can put food on the floor
So his son won't die anymore

[Chorus]

Two white flags on the floor
One for my brother
One for his lover
What are we fighting for?
Two white flags on the floor
One for my brother
One for his lover
What are we fighting for?

[Outro]

World's on fire
Little boy's on the road
Mother's at the border
Arms are empty and cold
Begging the guards to let him go

Two White Flags

"How to Make the Best of Things" is a Slacker Rock anthem for the doomscrolling generation. Blending the angular guitars of Art Punk with the infectious rhythm of Dance-Punk and the grit of Lo-Fi Indie, this track turns a boiling pot of anxiety into a danceable groove.

Style: Slacker Rock / Dance-Punk / Art Punk

[Verse 1]

I watched a new clip about a sad thing
With many folks yelling
It's a pity they don't see
That yelling doesn't solve anything
And I wondered what would help
And then I remembered a tip from my mom
She said "A pot of boiling water
Will never calm down if you keep adding fuel
But it might if you add pasta
And make dinner with it"
And I figured
Maybe it's the same with people
Maybe they just need more pasta
Maybe they just need more pasta

[Verse 2]

I saw another clip about a different sad thing
With more people yelling
And I wondered what would help
And then I remembered a tip from my dad
He said "A pot of boiling water
Will never calm down if you keep adding fuel
But it might if you add eggs
And make breakfast with it"
And I figured
Maybe it's the same with people
Maybe they just need more eggs
Maybe they just need more eggs

[Verse 3]

But some folks are lactose-intolerant
So I asked my uncle if he had any tips
And he said "You can boil potatoes"
And my aunt said "You can steam veggies"
And my cousin said "You can poach chicken"
And I figured
Maybe it's the same with people
Maybe they just need more potatoes
Maybe they just need more vegetables
Maybe they just need more chicken
Or more pasta or more eggs
And I know people aren't pots of boiling water
But maybe that's how you make the best of things

How to Make the Best of Things

https://open.spotify.com/album/2C8MJeq9noBLxtxOHv7X49?si=daD--1eyRYqGgmShxY-Pog
prod sickboi
Trying to figure out why you left me
Dig a whole and make it about six feet
I don't care about life i just wanna be underneath
Put me in a coffin and burry me really deep
What's up, just stalking through your window
What's up, now I'm inside tip toe
You really thought i was just gonna let go
Thought you knew me, guess you really don't know

Put me in a coffin
Put me in a coffin
Put me in a coffin
Put me in a coffin
Put me in a coffin
Put me in a coffin
Put me in a coffin
Put me in a coffin

What's up, just stalking through your window
What's up, now I'm inside tip toe
You really thought i was just gonna let go
Thought you knew me, guess you really don't know

Put me in a coffin
Put me in a coffin
Put me in a coffin
Put me in a coffin
Put me in a coffin
Put me in a coffin
Put me in a coffin
Put me in a coffin

Trying to figure out why you left me
Dig a whole and make it about six feet
I don't care about life i just wanna be underneath
Put me in a coffin and burry me really deep
What's up, just stalking through your window
What's up, now I'm inside tip toe
You really thought i was just gonna let go
Thought you knew me, guess you really don't know

Put me in a coffin
Put me in a coffin
Put me in a coffin
Put me in a coffin
Put me in a coffin
Put me in a coffin
Put me in a coffin
Put me in a coffin

coffin

Driving Me Mad (rage•in•roll•mix)

We Are The Competition

Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/artist/2MNoN5RofJogd8dwNFkrdM?si=RsOj0lRHQRKHwNjeNIYZ9g

My Generation Sucks

.Marz

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