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The outro to this song sounds like a octave lowered to the start of 007 from her other account….

this song is like a really fast and intense  rollercoaster that stops abruptly and gives you insane whiplash

i originally made this song last november, but i was too shy to record any vocals for it. and then i just let it sit in my computer for months. i messed with it again this summer, but made the mix all muddy. so now i'm just uploading the original mix. this was also the first song i created from scratch on ableton live, so it's kinda crunchy. lol, anyway, enjoy <3 (new stuff soon maybe haha)

Judith

judith

(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

Nymphs Finding The Head Of Orpheus

Punish

Perverts

Etienne

Onanist

something different.

Feel free to support:: https://astr47traveler.bandcamp.com/album/the-other-side-no-one-speaks-on

a world of shadowy figures.

WELL OF SOULS

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

the stuff you think about late at night and never tell anyone about

wow it feels so good to finally release this wtf

Onanist

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