Mama i made me mine - Ich bin wie ich bin.

Seid wer Ihr wollt, niemand kann euch davon abhalten.

 Zögert nicht sondern macht es.

Winterdepressionen kommen, doch wir lassen uns davon nicht unter kriegen. Wir schaffen das !

Liebe geht raus an jeden der Liebe verteilt.

Loose

Nick Di Marzo: Vocals, Guitalele, Acoustic guitar, ebow, percussions

Vocal recordings and editing at Black Cave Recordings studio, Edinburgh
Mixing and Mastering by Rota Carnivora

Lyrics:
Drawing lines in the sand
that i can hardly say
reading faces under the sun
in the hope i can get a pun
while the daemons are here behind me
and I am putting my armour down...

Have i failed your love?
i am doing it all wrong
being the lonesome one
it's lonesome gone

the storm between you and me
blame meteorology
did i just spot a sudden blush?
you know, it's already been forgotten
wishing each other goodnight
and the wine from the south of France 

it's going to carry us on
how about one more glass?
before the night is around us
and the euphoria gone...
it's lonesome gone
into the sundown

every step back i take
no religion to be saved
Is just an own selfish god?
the only one i am aiming for....
Have i ever given my all?

gone
gone

i am doing it all wrong
and you are still giving your all
to the lonesome one
the awkward one
it's lonesome gone 
it's lonesome gone

Lonesome Gone

Remember that - Toad | made on the Rapchat app (prod. by iamcgbeats)

here to stay

You Gotta Believe
SicSean
sicseanivy@gmail.com

You Gotta Believe

💀 DEAD 💀

www.youtube.com/@DEADCULT290

VERSE : 1

I will never be a NPC
Fuck TECHNOLOGY we will never be FREE
This is slavery I rather die on the T
HOE im gonna be everything I want to be
Wake up motherfucka
This is not a DREAM
Is MK-ULTRA thru the Television SCREEN
Check the plot motherfuck bitch what do you mean
they dont give a fuck about you
I am medicine
in this BITCH in this HOE
EAT pussy Love Weed
I am the BLOOD that leave your body when you BLEED
I got BLOOD and I got DIRT on my FEET
Im not what you want I am what you NEED
FIGHT
I will never DIE for nothing
I want to turn NOTHING into SOMETHING
Before a motherfucka try to KILL my VIBE
I been DEAD all my LIFE

HOOK :

I been stuck in the DARK
CEMETERYMAN
Walking thru the FOG

BITCH I EAT the PUSSY like a DOG

BACK from HELL see the SKELETON WALK

Many people die because of
GREED

People fight for the motherfucking
PEACE

Everyday somebody fucking
BLEED

In my HEAD I hear DEAD people
SPEAK

VERSE : 2

Fuck my LIFE
Fuck my LIFE
Fuck it
NOBODY lives TWICE
Stupid motherfucka dont BELIEVE all the LIES
BITCH you want to talk to ME then talk to me NICE
I used to be a happy HUMAN now im SKELETON
DOWN
in motherucking HELL is where I been
DIRTY FAKE motherfucka will never be my FRIEND
Never be a PUPPET
I rather go back to hell again
STILL I feel so fucking CLOSE to the EDGE
everytime I close my EYES I see DEATH
You will never get my SOUL
MY motherfucking FLESH
This life is full of PROBLEMS and motherfucking STRESS
Im the DEAD man WALKING
BE CAREFUL in the dark EVIL is STALKING
Im DARTH VADER with the motherfucking force and
DRIP DRIPPY DROP on the BITCH im SAUCEN

HOOK :

I been stuck in the DARK
CEMETERYMAN
Walking thru the FOG

BITCH I EAT the PUSSY like a DOG

BACK from HELL see the SKELETON WALK

Many people die because of
GREED

People fight for the motherfucking
PEACE

Everyday somebody fucking
BLEED

In my HEAD I hear DEAD people
SPEAK

DEAD - TECH = MK-ULTRA HQ

Song about my friendship with my partner Arla.
Used Nerve upright chords 01 piano loop and Nerve Small town piano 01 in the SoundTrap app for this song.

You Know

Next Stage

3/11/2024 - A track I created and worked on during a live stream.

Late Night Street Fight (Demo)

This Beat Was Made By Average Bleach Drinker 
LYRICS BELOW
Nowadays- governments sellin us fake weed-
Plugs stuck bargaining margins to make meets-
Fuck- argueing' over a couple dollars you see-
It costs more for me to tolerate than scholarship fees-
We only free as a dog with no collar and fleas-
The way we live man we might as well of borrowed the green-
Feelin dread when its work on my caller ID-
But i need bread- thats for sure- so i crawl to my knees-
What can i say? No opportunity in my way-
Its more free being broke than in jail for makin plays-
No joke but this life getting stail- its no place-
For your growth- or your soul- set to fail- and misplace-
Anyway-
Back to jugglin jargin- jugular huntin in the jungle thinkin fuck an apartment-
My thought fungal- and they militant, rather hit where its started-
Hear em bitch about the consequence quiet when shit departed-
Think i made it when they riot to my shit or im a target-
Or you find my cd's or tapes in flea markets-
Wear this mask up in a bank but never a red carpet-
If you worship your celebrities you are fuckin-
Ugh

Nevermind- nothin worse than evil thoughts in a clever mind-
Seein shots ring- the spot- never bettered mine-
Be the type to have a glock in the dresser-
Iron stocked in the sweater if the weather fine-
Ease the hike in the pressure when the treasure climb-
Either that or tell a teller all the cheddar mine-
Whatevers better, trynna rap and have some leisure time-
Treat this shit like im professor this yo lecture time-
Im boutta pepper minds with word from the weber-
Rhymes verbs and some stellar lines-
Displeasure from you people hellen keller blind-
Try to teach ya 'for you fellas hit the cellar-
Lined up for the debtors- I-
Rather see us people come together-
Find trust-
In these letters-
Time to bust at opressors-
Sigh- 

45

Michael Gallagher