Lyrics:

head high private
this time will pass
cannon fodder
how long will u last
soldier boy
come home to mama
soldier boy
come home to papa

he didn't even know what he had been fighting for
in conditions no human could take anymore
he met many empty husks created thru a war
waged from hypocritic passages 
centuries old
yet still we push on
for a reason we had never known
more than a few situations he'd probably've died there

i don't wanna talk anymore
i'm not alive dear

won't u hold his hand
as he passes from this world for good
won't u
won't u ease his conscience
that his efforts were not in their vain
and meet his eyes as you say

head high private
this time will pass
cannon fodder
how long will u last
soldier boy
come home to mama
soldier boy
come home to papa

come home to mama
come home to papa
come home to mama
come home to papa

soldier boy (ʎpoqou)

i'm where you're supposed to be :/ (malloy x iof)

produced and mixed by brody
4EVER

[LYRICS]

Believin that I’m seein all these walls movin sideways
Maybe if I pop another klonop I’ll feel okay
Reflection stayin tainted with some flaws I hate my old face
Scrollin through the shit I said I wish that I could just erase (x2)

Where did you go and why did you leave?
You carved your name in my car with ease 
Rejecting Carr like a recall disease 
I’ve been making decisions I’ll regret next week
If the weddings in autumn, I hope that you freeze 
Cause lately you’re sin and I am the priest
You pray I’m ok, but you call out my name
Rest lies in your face who am I to blame 

Believin that I’m seein all these walls movin sideways
Maybe if I pop another klonop I’ll feel okay
Reflection stayin tainted with some flaws I hate my old face
Scrollin through the shit I said I wish that I could just erase (x2)

Myself from this planet being here caused me agony
Too scared to pull the trrigger kill myself inside a fantasy
Instead, wish you well when i’m dead, 
Blood scattered on my walls same walls that move sideways,
That’s my new wave, fuck all of the death,
hard drugs to get me thru the days
Fuck what i said, 
That shits old fashion to me now i think that i’ve had enough
Never really done a drug if imma keep it a buck,

Believin that I’m seein all these walls movin sideways
Maybe if I pop another klonop I’ll feel okay
Reflection stayin tainted with some flaws I hate my old face
Scrollin through the shit I said I wish that I could just erase (x2)

[outro]
Believin that I’m seein all these walls movin sideways
Maybe if I pop another klonop I’ll be okay
Reflection stayin tainted with the flaws I hate my old face
Scrollin through the shit I said I wish that I could just erase

Sideways feat. Ila (prod. brody)

lyrics: feeling useless
everybody from my past so abusive
i feel like a ghost so illusive
smokin dope in the back i abuse it

ima lose it
all these fuckin thoughts  so intrusive
tell me do u find it amusing
the way that ive been flowing yea its too sick

yeah its too sick
kinda like my head 
when im losing
kinda like my heart when its bruisin

feelin like an asshole
i dont rly talk much id rather be alone
ion want u mfs all up in my zone

useless (prod metlast)

who, are you, to question the things that i do
im sorry i look like a fool
im outta my mind, what'd i do?
im falling apart, from the

Pain in my heart its mess, im
tryna realize all the things that i said
i been callin on you, to come and catch me off my head
is it harder than i ever really guessed, am i a piece of shit, i

Didnt wanna mess with you
im sorry if i seemed like a fool
I didnt wanna treat you like a tool
so i been questioning myself like a 

Million
wonderful people, im missing
Toronto, the city i live in
most of these peoples, aggression, im pressing

Who are you to question, the things that i do?
I been cross the city, im in pain so what i do?
Hates my only friend, so i keep calling out his name
The mirorr in my bathroom, is often out of frame

I dont really think there is a thing that i can do
To help my mental state, i got my music, i consume
Too much on my mind, that i need to get through
So who are you to question all the things that i would do.

*patience
im waiting
for a better day
i need to get away!* 

Fallin right apart in my head
So i lay in bed
I know im not depressed.
Often i might seem to have just failed myself
Loosing all my confidence, cant take care of myself

I might just loose it
Why you actin clueless, just prove it, ah!
*wasting away, i cant get another day*

Who are you to question, the things that i do?
I been cross the city, im in pain so what i do?
Hates my only friend, so i keep calling out his name
The mirror in my bathroom, is often out of frame

I dont really think there is a thing that i can do
To help my mental state, i got my music, i consume
Too much on my mind, that i need to get through
So who are you to question all the things that i would do.

who are you to question the things that i do (prod THERSX)

I should've died earlier knowing you'd leave me empty
At least id die knowing i was loved
At least i tried my best, to accept this
And i finally, moved on

An, yeah i suffocate
And then i ruin ur day
Im trying so hard to make it where i might stay
Worried bout money, is all i can say
I miss my friends, im ashamed, im ashamed.

You dont wanna talk, anymore!
What did i do to ur friend last night?
She cut her hair, said I made her cry!

I should've died earlier knowing you'd leave me empty
At least id die knowing i was loved
At least i tried my best, to accept this
And i finally, moved on


yet nothing in my head ever made it out
stone cold, let it go, mother fucker you been!
trespassing my mind, instead, of leaving
why do you care, if i stay for the season?

for your selfish mother fuckin needs
cutting, myself till i bleed
maybe thats all it takes to make you run away, please be afraid

I should've died earlier knowing you'd leave me empty
At least id die knowing i was loved
At least i tried my best, to accept this
And i finally, moved on

I cant, I cant, I cant
Watch that, watch that, watch that
Breaking my heart on the daily, i dont think you understand

Whys it so hard to talk to me
I thought we were meant till the end
The buildings im watching keep fading
Existence is hard understand

patchwork (prod hero)

Concrete

paranoid ;darkout; (prod. Jolst)

v v v 

tell me how life changed and u dk why
smoking every night to get the words out of ur head
woah
please talk 2 me 
woah
but if u got like nothing to say then say nothing
ill know what u mean, ive been frontin too
woah
dont say a word
woah
ill sit in ur garage as the light just hums 
steadily more steady than my beating heart could
but please be proud of me because ive gained a few pounds since i got here
and i think i learned everything i felt was irrational 
i had a case of a thick ass skull
and everything i learned in school was useless
got alot of shit to say so hold my drink rq
stacking building blocks like a god damn child
does a come first or b come last
i still stay up but idk why
gtf to bed u gotta be alive tomorrow
swear to god ill be alright just have a good day at work <3
ill find some shit to smoke
maybe roll the rest
even tho it makes me feel hella god damn depressed
im really sorry i think i made another mess
im tired as fuck i wanna go to sleep right now 
jst give me some space or i will shut the fuck right down
(im tired as fuck i wanna go to sleep right now 
jst give me some space or i will shut the fuck right down)
swear to god ill be alright just have a good day at work <3
ill find some shit to smoke
maybe roll the rest
even tho it makes me feel hella god damn depressed
im really sorry i think i made another mess

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“The version They Tried to Bury- Mic in the Rubble” is a ciphered anthem of survival, refusal, and sonic reclamation. It’s about the voice that wasn’t silenced—the version they tried to bury but couldn’t. The lyric positions the microphone as a symbol of resistance rising from destruction: not polished, not pristine, but embedded in the debris of historical betrayal and imperial distortion.
Here’s the core narrative:
🔥 The Rubble: Represents the aftermath of deceit—broken treaties, erased testimonies, and silenced truths. It’s the physical and symbolic residue of colonial mandates, propaganda, and systemic violence.
🎙️ The Mic: Emerges from that rubble as a tool of reclamation. It’s not just for speech—it’s for indictment, coded critique, and ancestral echo. The lyric suggests that even when the world collapses, the cipher survives.
🧠 The Message: You can bury the archive, distort the optics, and pave over the truth—but the voice will rise. The mic in the rubble isn’t just a metaphor—it’s a refusal to let silence win.

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