I love how suffocating the I love you’s are

this gives me the same feeling in my chest thag i get when im having flashbacks i appreciate it bookie

Perverts

Lyrics ♡

Push the knife 
Till the end
In my mind 
We wade through hell 

Call me pretty 
When you’re in my mouth 
Swear through teeth 
Don’t make a sound 

Hands around my neck 
Like barbwire 
My blue lips beg 
To light your fire 

I’m on the edge 
Screaming your name 
Your brain is dead 
Babe we’re the same

Swear through teeth

(coprod.ksun) 


the song represents a rough love relationship with someone who has anger issues (major gay energy lol)

Lyrics: 


quiet life, brasov sign 
so i'll wait out by the creek 
our tanned bodies will burn for dawn 
use your muscles for this thing called love 
start a fight on your porch 
a renegade with nowhere to run 
workout in your small garage 
motorbike just to gun 'em down 
saints just lie and i fucking cry             
bide your time, bite my tongue
hold my hand under these red lights
killed a guy with your own bare fists
no one stops you but i tame you 
hide from cops in the parking lot 
by the abandoned water park 
you just punch holes in your wall 

treat me like your punching bag
no one sees you better than i can
beat yourself up on the floor 
burried a grave for that girl with her dad
by the dam where we'd make love and just touch 

do you honestly feel my love? 
do you think that i'm good enough?
imma be honest you're the one
ride or die, fight or flight 
all i wanna be is bad like you 
share my body and my mind with you    
kraftwerk playing in your bedroom 
drinking that to cope with your anger issues
disobey destroy outlaw 
light match, set it on fire
this fight aint even over 
wreslte ring crowd screaming your name 
strikes like a shark with a blood scent 
knock him out, you'll ascend
wait for glory, you might seem lost  
but you'll know where i am 

disobey destroy outlaw
none of them know who you love
i'm your punching bag, punch him back
hit him hard, kiss me hard 
stab him hard, spit on him 
take it out, take it out

punching bag

Punish

Housofpsychoticwomn

Etienne

Vacillator

Onanist

This was track 8 until the week we mastered Perverts and I made 013/Thatorchia on a whim and loved it so much I called my mastering guy and told him to swap out the tracks because I thought it needed to be on the record that badly. Here's the 000 rework that would have been track 8 otherwise. 

000.1 (Wellwater)

two demos, one from 2024 (recorded on laptop mic in hotel bathroom), one from 2021 (test instrumental) 
Lord, will you be my shepard???
if they still want me 
oh, the valley so wide 
some place i could sleep 
God, are you my protector???
feel them close behind 
oh, the stars are so high 
and my legs grown tired

The Angelic Complex (2024 hotel bathroom demo)

unintelligible noise

but now the wind feels much colder than it did before as though it were controlled by something far

6//6//2016 

LYRICS
do i talk too much or not enough can't control anything
i used to say, that you are on top, that you can move mountains
tried to pick locks when i was younger with hairpins, 
i am forgetting everything as soon as it happens, 
pained by everything that i need to let go, 
yknow theres safety in self destruction because at least you know where youre gonna go
very alone i will not reach out, 
please dont come to me i am panic attacks and nosebleeds 
in the girls toilets at school 
oh, i'm grateful 
bull in a china shop, im waiting at the bus stop
blue tiled swimming pools, y'know i used to suffer fools
shouting less than i thoughtand breaking stuff i bought 
I learnt a lot of patience but never wanna be complacent 
i was crying into my sleeve on the top floor of an apartment complex 
i was 8 years old 
lost in a cartoon estate, you know i really think that she is my soulmate 
sorry if this is weird
nearly half disappeared at 17 years i try to retrace, 
pinpoint and drawing maps try to figure out exactly what happened to me, very alone i do not reach out 
please come to me i am panic attacks and nosebleeds and these are not battlescars 
these are the echoes of a disorder 
messy taurus girl with blood caked under your finger nails 
i won't ask questions 
suffocating for years and drowning in all of your fears 
i am terribly afraid strangled by desperation 
she said "you mess of crooked teeth, what'd you bury underneath?" 
i used to watch videotapes in my mams bedroom when i was sick 
i always knew how i would die one day 
on my own terms always on my own terms
and she said "dear, you are not an island" 
drinking cranberry juice at night and spilling it on myself 
oh god i need to go 
there is a past and I remember it 
I need to float through the ceiling

Housofpsychoticwomn

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