honestly scared...I'ma fall asleep to this now.

the tiny little whines remind me of herons, their call at night is seen as a warning for dangerous spirits lurking

Perverts

Gibson Girl

Preacher’s Daughter

Family Tree (Intro)

(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

lyrics:
my honey’s heart is blue and a second offbeat
always tugging at me like he’s running out of daylight
yeah, my baby acts cool but they all know something ain’t right, ain’t right
only acting this cool when he’s walking with me
1998, forever and a day
i keep the pictures hanging where the world can see ‘em
i hope I die today
save me from another late night of red eyes
but then the morning comes
you were there looking for me but I
i was gone, turned my back for a moment and
you had fallen apart

they’ve been promising the lights as we beg for our lives
selling pages of the times we’ve been waiting on
now the weight’s too much and I can’t hold you anymore
how much of a cruel year can you call my fault?
not even the memories are immortal
terrified on this side of a conversation
a conversation we’ll never come back from
i’ll never live it down if I never get around it
cause goddammit, I did it to myself in hindsight
i liked him cause his rule was do whatever you like and I tried alright
now I’ll wear these scars for life
i loved you when it hurt inside to
but in the low light
you know I’d do anything for you

you know I’d do anything for you
you know it’s true cause I’ve said it to you
held in my arms, I swore I’d be good to you
then sat and watched as you walked away from me

christ is cruel but you're so crueler

waco, texas (ethel cain cover)

Punish

Housofpsychoticwomn

Vacillator

Onanist

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)

January

Division

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

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