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Everything is Mine

I see bladee for the 2nd time tmr And I’m not even drain gang like That. (Prod. Gaze)

bitch you must be high

been where ive been and i still dont feel right

put all ts on the line


i popped another 1 i do this all the time

no no body give a fuck

bro pipe down you in the back of the line


bro we gonna set you up

you got smth i want ima make that shit mine


i always been wrong

pissed tf off i put it all into a song 

leemme go where ive never been

ima make ts jump till the end

ima make ts bump till the end

make ts jupm till the end

i dont gaf i dont got no friend

bro u dumb asf u r not listening

so many mistakes i cant count them

make another sacrifice make ts count man

i dont gaf pussy boy what u about 

you gonna shoot my bro ima shoot u in ur fucking mouth, man


i dont got a single thing that i need

this bitch worried bout me cuz i dont eat

hungry for this shit bro cuz its what i need

stand there bitch and watch me bleed

go and make more bread thats how i grieve 

i know ts not what it seems

you a bitch you like to hold onto things

its my favorite thing to watch you leave


blood sacrifice

For Padme! and For Anakin...

Standing Guard for Ten Thousand Years

We are not counted
We are the act of counting breaking its own neck
The herd has no beginning
only the place where the first horse
forgot it was ever alone
and multiplied by devouring its shadow
Look:
the plain is empty
yet the thunder never stops
because the thunder is inside the bones
of everything that ever tried to stand still
They run without direction
direction is for things that still believe in somewhere else
Their manes are woven from the smoke of burned maps
Their eyes are holes where stars went to die quietly
A shepherd raises his crook
The crook bends into a question mark
The question is eaten
The shepherd joins the gallop
wearing his own skin like a flag
that no one salutes anymore
They do not trample cities
They trample the idea of cities
Bricks remember they were once mud
Mud remembers it was once sky
Sky collapses politely
and is absorbed into the dust of hooves
Children hear them coming
They stop playing
They start practicing
how to become wind
The wind betrays them
It was always part of the herd
blowing ahead to clear the path
of anything slow enough to have a name
The moon tries to keep pace
It stumbles
It is lapped
Its silver blood spatters the night
and grows new horses
smaller
faster
made of pure reflection
They have no riders
They do not need them
They are the riders
The owls fly above
not guiding
memorizing
Every circuit of the herd
erases one letter from the alphabet
When the last letter is gone
language will finally be honest
and scream
Somewhere a king orders his army to form a wall
The wall forms
The herd flows through it like black water
The soldiers remain standing
perfectly
holding the shape of a wall
that no longer has an inside or out
The black lake opens its mouth
The herd drinks while still running
The lake empties upward
becomes a second sky
darker
hungrier
The herd gallops across it
hooves striking inverted lightning
There is no dust
only the sound of names being unhitched from their owners
and set loose to roam
They follow the herd
baying like dogs that learned regret
You will feel them before you hear them
a pressure behind the eyes
as every separate heartbeat
decides to synchronize
with something older than blood
Then you will run
not away
not toward
only with
Your ribs will open like stable doors
Your thoughts will neigh
Your shadow will lengthen
catch up
and merge
There is no joining
only the sudden remembering
that you were never outside
The herd does not end
It thickens
And when the world is finally hollow
the herd will gallop inside the hollow
until the hollow fills with thunder
and the thunder learns
it was always
a heartbeat
trying to return
to the chest
it was torn from
We are the herd
We were the horizon
We are the distance closing
We are the sound
of every door
that ever kept anything out
learning
how to apologize
with its splinters
Run
There is no longer
any other verb

The Herd

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A remix from my original track. A raw, cinematic metal, hardcore rock fusion anthem of sacrifice, grief, and vengeance. Fueled by aggressive guitars, dark atmospheres, and intense male vocals, the track tells a brutal street-level story of a brother who takes a fatal bullet meant for another. What follows is a descent into rage, revenge, and the search for forgiveness beneath the sirens and rain.

Blending hard rock and hardcore energy with epic emotional weight, this song captures the moment when grief becomes fuel and honor becomes a vow written in blood. A tribute to loyalty, loss, and the cost of survival when the line between justice and vengeance disappears.

Death Before Dishonor (Vengeance Mix)

[Intro]
Who the fuck are you to tell me who I am
From the outside looking in with your perfect little plan
You don’t know my wars
You don’t know my nights
You don’t know the blood behind my fucking fights

[Verse 1]
I bled in silence while you talked your shit
Turned my scars into the punchline bit
Point your finger like you’re holier than me
But your hands are dirtier than what you see
You call me “broken” like you’re so damn clean
Like you weren’t part of the same damn scene
You sip your lies, I spit my truth
You preach from safety, I survived the abuse
You say “victim” like I enjoy the role
Like I didn’t crawl from a burning hole
Like I didn’t drag my heart through hell
While you rang the fucking judgement bell

[Pre-Chorus]
You don’t want strength, you want me weak
You want me silent, small, and meek
But every word you throw my way
Turns my pain into a blade

[Chorus]
WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO CALL ME A VICTIM
WHEN I’M STILL STANDING IN THIS SYSTEM
I FOUGHT MY WAY THROUGH EVERY SIN
AND YOU GOT THE NERVE TO LABEL ME FROM YOUR SKIN
WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO SPEAK MY NAME
WHEN YOU AIN’T FELT THIS KIND OF FLAME
I’M NOT YOUR LABEL, I’M NOT YOUR LOSS
I’M THE ONE WHO PAID THE FUCKING COST

[Verse 2]
You feed on drama, suck it dry
Then look shocked when I don’t cry
You twist my story for your feed
For your likes, your pity, your fucking need
But I don’t need your sympathy rain
I turned pressure into power and pain
You sit up high on your opinions
While I break chains and crush dominions
You don’t see the nights alone
Where I had to face it on my own
No saviors, no fucking hand
Just me and this cursed land

[Build-Up]
You call me weak, I call me warned
You call me lost, I call reborn
You call me down, I call aware
There’s hell in me but I still care

[Chorus]
WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO CALL ME A VICTIM
WHEN I DEFIED EVERY FUCKING SYSTEM
I WORE THE CHAINS, I BROKE THEM CLEAN
DON’T CALL ME WHAT I’VE NEVER BEEN
WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO JUDGE MY PAIN
WHEN YOU’VE NEVER WALKED INSIDE THIS BRAIN
YOU TALK TOO LOUD WITH NOTHING TO SAY
SO TURN AROUND AND WALK THE FUCK AWAY

[Bridge]
I am not your sadness
I am not your charity
I am not your diagnosis
I am my own fucking clarity
Every scar is a signature
Every scream, a scripture
You don’t get to name my fight
You don’t get to own my night

[Breakdown]
CHOKE…
ON YOUR OWN LIES
DROWN…
IN YOUR DISGUISE
I BREATHE FIRE
YOU BREATHE SHAME
WE ARE NOT THE FUCKING SAME

[Final Chorus]
WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO CALL ME A VICTIM
I AM THE STORM YOU TRY TO SILENCE
I AM THE DAMAGE THAT SURVIVED
THE FUCKING VOICE THEY BURIED ALIVE
WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO CALL ME DONE
I’M JUST GETTING FUCKING STARTED, SON
YOUR WORDS DON’T BREAK MY BONES
I BUILT A THRONE FROM WHAT YOU THREW

[Outro]
So speak my name one more time
With poison on your tongue
And watch me turn your hatred
Into the power you run from

For Padme! and For Anakin...

Moy Rustang

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