CRUCIFIX

I'M TRYING TO FIX FOR EVERYTHING.  
LIFE IS SLIPPING OUT OF MY HANDS

I'll crashed a couple more pills
It's beyond even my fans to understand.

WHAT'S UP-WHAT'S UP 
I'm not breathing.
I took some of the light and grief

If there are more problems...
The fucking system shit burn

I'll take a walk around the world 
I'm dead inside and out

FUCKING WORLD IS ON FIRE SHIT (SHIT)
Routing in hell
so much violence in places
I wish I'd never seen it.

Generations lay down their souls
for the dark lord
Fools have nothing to say
Keep going the dirty work

Apocalyptic movements are already slowing down the masses
Fuck you, bitch, hang another one on yourself pendant necklace

Fuck the popularity
I share my own grief.
No one knows how I pray for three spirits
I used to think it was a lie 
Running  a hole in my chest
Pushing fucking the grief into the soul
Mixing life with stress

Apocalyptic movements

PROD CROWS PEAK

LYRICS:
I’M FEELING MY MIND IS SO GONE 
I CAN NO LONGER EVER JUST REST 
I’M FEELING THIS PRESSURE AROUND ME 
THE HANDS OF PALE DEATH GOT A GRIP AND IT’S SQUEEZING MY LUNGS 
THE TASTE OF THE BLOOD, RESIDES ON MY TONGUE 
I’M FEELING MY BLOOD START TO SLOW.
MY EYES HAVE GONE BLANK IT’S ALL VISUAL SNOW.
AS I TRY TO ACCEPT THAT’S IT’S MY TIME TO GO 
I’M STILL, HOLDING-ON-TO-WHAT’S-LEFT.
AIN’T REALLY MUCH I CAN DO.
I STEP OFF THE EDGE.
I FALL INTO DARKNESS
I SEEN IT SURROUNDING THE THRONE 
THE VISION I HAVE IN MY HEAD
I CAN TELL FOR A WHILE THAT, I’VE BEEN TOO FAR GONE.
MAYBE THIS ALL JUST A DREAM.
MAYBE THIS TORMENT IS ALL JUST A SCENE
BUT THE PAIN IS TOO REAL.
A CURSE PUT UPON ME IT’S BROKEN ITS SEAL
AND I CANNOT REVERSE 
AND SINCE MY BIRTH I’VE BEEN PLAGUED OF THESE  BLASPHEMOUS VISIONS.
AS I HALLUCINATE I CANNOT SEPERATE WHAT IS REALITY AND WHAT I’VE INTERNALIZED 
AIN’T NO ETERNAL LIFE LIVE IN THE DEPTHS 
AS I KNOW WHERE I BELONG.
A SINNER NO CHANCE OF REDEMPTION 
SUFFOCATE ASHES ARE FILLIN MY LUNGS 

I CANNOT BE SAVED I’M TOO FAR OFF THE DEEP END.
LEAVE ME IN THE CREEK. LET ME LIVE AMONGST THE LEECHES.
SO WORTHLESS, JUST A PEASANT.
THE LIGHT HAS NEVER SHINED UPON.
SUCCUMB TO THESE SUICIDAL THOUGHTS.
SEND ME TO MY HOME

IM TOO FAR OFF THE DEEP END

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Lyrics:

Woke up in a haze, the sun don’t shine,
Thoughts in my head like a twisted vine.
Every breath feels heavy like I’m stuck in mud
Drowning in silence, can’t escape this flood.
Mirror shows a ghost a shadow of me
Lost in the darkness where I can’t break free.
Days blend together just a blur of gray
Searching for a reason but I’ve lost my way

Every day I choose.
Out the window.   
Pills.
Or wrap a noose around my neck.
F*ck, Sh*t

In this lonely battle I’m fighting my mind
Trapped in a cycle no peace to find
Every smile’s a mask every laugh’s a lie
In the depths of my soul I just want to cry

IF you hear my voice know you’re not alone
In this fight against shadows, we’ll find our way home.

Blow Your Head Off Feat. TET RIDER

IGNORANT

Its On

FACE 2 FACE

Track: single

Lyrics:
“Again? I can’t keep doing this with you, you never change.”

Oh lord 
Ho oh

Mhhhh hmmm
Oh ho
Oh oh ho

Eyes wide shut feel the cold in my throat
Paralysis in my sleep so my body won’t go
Weight on my body no my chest won’t hold
Tellin’ myself that it’s just bad luck
Demons in the room and they all show me mad love
Hugs turn to harm, and trust to dust
Pain on loop like the song I wrote
, I just sip, hope I don’t choke
Thoughts in a spiral, voice went ghost
If I talk to God?

Oh ho
Oh oh ho
Oh ho ho

Feel I got no heart strings, but I got heart notes
On this beam walking and I can’t hold the rope
Hear these beings talking but I can’t find the host
The voice behind a ghost
It’s hard to cope
Feel a
Feel a
Feel a
Overdose
Getting close
comatose
Oh lord

Where the cold wind blow
Where the red rain soak
Where the meds stay close
And the pain take hold
Let the flame stay low
Till it burn my soul
Said I’d change, I don’t
Said I’d stay, I won’t 
Ain’t no lane, I’m ghost
And the shame don’t show
When the chains they-
Woah
Feel like home
Feel like—
Oh oh lord

Face in my phone screen, blood on the floor
Swear I been dyin’ just to feel a little more
Hurt so slow
Tell me where to run when the high don’t go
Oh lord, oh lord, I been screaming too long
Oh lord, oh lord, this pain my song
Tryna pray but my voice too gone
Oh lord
Ohhh
Oh lord
I been Poppin’ like confetti, but it’s deadly where my meds are
Feelin’ like a star, then I’m shredded like a red scar
Tears on the sink, pills pink in a glass
Boy he got a bad past
Flashbacks 
Wish he never had that

Desolation

IV-XVI-MMXXV

TheThingsILeftBehind (Feat. SLIM) [Prod. Requiem Cult]

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A Cemetery Records Production 

Artwork by Cemetery Visuals

TheThingsILeftBehind (Feat. SLIM) [Prod. Requiem Cult]

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