hey can talk give me some tips for hiding my cuts...

Hey, my worthless self. You're pathetic. The most pathetic excuse of an existence.

I wanna scoop out my cheeks. So you cant pinch them anymore.

This song reminded me of extreme and utter depression

The Moldy Peaches

Lucky Number Nine

Song off an exclusive tour split.
June 12th-Atlanta-The Masquerade with NUNS
June 15th-Austin-Stompin Grounds with Case Federal and a million other bands
June 18th-Phoenix-The Lost Leaf with Pirates of a Landlocked State
June 20th-West Covina LA- PARK SHOW https://www.facebook.com/events/656390487744038/?notif_t=plan_user_invited
June 22nd-LA-Tochtli music fest
June 26th-Kansas City-The Art Closet? We think.
June 27th-St. Louis-Something with Wally Tusk
June 28th-Franklin Tn-The POND
June 29th-Asheville NC-The odditorium

I Hope I Dont Fuck This Up

Completely unmixed. Missing about a hundred things.

The Kids Will Be Alright, Eventually

This is the Guru Name mantra of Shar Khentrul Jamphel Lodrö as interpreted by Freya as an offering to Khentrul Rinpoche for his Birthday. When chanted this mantra connects you to cultivating the siddhi's of wisdom as Rinpoche's name is connected to flourishing in realm of Manjushri. Jamphel is Manjushri. 

Shar Khentrul Rinpoche Jamphel Lodrö's Name Mantra chanted by Freya

Panucci's Pizza - Aesthetic? (more like ass pathetic)

On the coldest night of summer time, I wrote the words, 'will you be mine?' I couldn’t see a thing, the sky the darkest it had ever been. There was no moon, there were no stars, but I still memorized, the constellations in your eyes. The constant shaking of my voice keeps me inside, keeps me silent (coz)I hate the way I talk, so I drink and so smoke.
Til I forget, the things we said, the day we met and the way we spent, and I’ll regret, the smoke on my breath, when our lips meet. I can’t keep doing this. Now I’m in bed, quietly coughing into my pillow so you don’t wake up.
I’m sorry, if you did.

I’ll find the time, I promise this, of all the things, it's your voice I miss.
In these cold nights, where there’s no moon, I’ll look at the sky, hope I'll see you soon.
We’re running without direction, it’s useless but that’s what living feels like. 

Quietly Coughing, so you don’t wake up.
Constantly shaking, so afraid to lose you but,
Seeing you smiling, feels like the only thing my eyes are good for
Silently while walking you home, I’ll hope this road never ends I’ll hope this road never-

Quietly Coughing

I used to hate the sand
Now all I want is to be buried in it
I used to hate holding your hand
But I took my skin for granted

I love the ocean
Only cause you were there
When you heard of the news
You weren't even scared

I wanna scoop out my cheeks
So you can't pinch them anymore
I want to add to my legs
And be as tall as the morgue
I want the fat in my arms to melt off my bones
And my stomach to fall out right onto the floor board

Arms, legs, gut, face
All of the things you love but I hate
Arms, legs, gut, face
All of the things you will never see again (4x)

Panucci's Pizza - Aesthetic (more Like Ass - Pathetic)

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