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Psycho teddy

psycho teddy german (high quality)

i was not expecting this to blow up...


SHOUT OUT TO BRI!! MY GF<3

Psycho Teddy  - sped up a bit - english

Nemo - The Code |🇨🇭|

Kate Bush - Army Dreamers

Toy-Box - E.T.

doomsday blue - bambie thug / slowed & reverb (slightly)

Shoulder boulders - S3RL (bass boosted nightcore)

lyrics :

ring ding ding, ding ding ding ding,
i feel something like love and i hate this thing,
ring ding ding, ding ding ding ding,
i hear my fucking phone, and i hear this ring

(la la-la-la la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la la-la la la la)
(la la-la-la la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la la-la la la la)

tried to kill myself, but i was too fucking dumb,
yeah i just survived, oh my mind goes numb,
hate myself too much, and i want to be in pain,
wish you was with me, i dont think that im still sane,

i always see my death and almost always suicide,
i am so alone and i just think why i survived,
i want to see your eyes and i just want to feel your touch,
dreaming about you, cuz i love you so much

ring ding ding, ding ding ding ding
its all about the ringtone that i sing
ring ding ding, ding ding ding ding
i've never spent my money for my telephone ring
(i hate this fucking ringtone)

i lost my fucking hope, like i lost my future,
everyone hates me, even my mutuals,
thousand fucking knifes is in my small heart,
i hate you so much, cuz you left me to rot,

tried to kill myself, but i was too fucking dumb,
yeah i just survived, oh my mind goes numb,
hate myself too much, and i want to be in pain,
wish you was with me, i dont think that im still sane,

i always see my death and almost always suicide,
i am so alone and i just think why i survived,
i want to see your eyes and i just want to feel your touch,
dreaming about you, cuz i love you so much

ding ding (i hate this ringtone)

This isn’t a hymn or a museum quote—it’s a manual for reckoning written in bass. Verzor drags the “day of wrath” into the present club hour: the sub as heavy gravity, dry percussion as a march of accusation, micro-syncopations as system glitches where truth breaks through the grid. Piece by piece the EP tightens the bolts: first a metallic minimalism with forensic precision, then breath-wide dropouts, off-axis accents, razor-edged technoid lines. The music doesn’t decorate. It demonstrates.

The leitmotif is blunt: order holds only until rhythm stops cooperating with it. “Dies Irae” doesn’t soothe the floor; it presents the bill and leaves you a beat short of air. This is Paperfunk in working mode—no grand speeches, concentrated force. An EP about the end of self-deception and the start of clarity.



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