Babababababababbaaaaaaa baaa baaaaaa aaaaa

This is an amazing song and you have a brilliant voice 

we'll meet again, i don't know where, i don't know when, but i know we'll meet again some sunny day kas <3

Escape society, live in the woods and kys like God intended

Play Through The Pain (Negative XP Cover)

The Unlicensed Cover Album

Stop Talking

say a prayer for me
i got my finger on the trigger and it's ready to squeeze
say a prayer for me
i got involved with someone who feels no empathy
say a prayer for me
i'm sick of letting God down habitually
say a prayer for me
i don't want to spend more time in purgatory
cuz when you're on my mind you make me wanna die (x4)
say a prayer for me
my fingers tremble while holding my rosary beads
say a prayer for me
mortal sins are the only gifts you've given to me
say a prayer for me
i know the only thing you love is your twitter feed
say a prayer for me
i'll never fit into your communist fantasy

Say A Prayer For Me

THE ONLY WAY OUT

i hope u enjoy this album its kinda diffrent sound but i hope it brings u joy!

Eat More Chicken

This one's dedicated to zoe.

The original version is so much better than mine:
https://soundcloud.com/user-206923461/in-the-end-it-meant-nothing-1?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

FOLLOW THESLEEPDEMONS:
https://soundcloud.com/user-206923461/in-the-end-it-meant-nothing-1?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

In The End, It Meant Nothing (thesleepdemons cover)

Notice me now
I make music on Soundcloud
Follow me and like my songs
Scream them all day and all night long
Follow my Twitter too
Tell me that I am cool
Like all of my tweets
And reply to me
I have nothing left
I have no girlfriend
So I fill the void
With the internet

The numbers on the screen must go up
The numbers on the screen must go up
The numbers on the screen, the numbers on the screen
Overstimulation, dopamine, what the fuck?

Wasting my time
Caring more about numbers than real life
Feeling like a loser
Getting excited by numbers on computers
My soul is eroded
My brain is corrosive
The internet'll fuck you up and you'll never know it
Having real goals has been erased
Now I sit and wait for them to go up all day

The numbers on the screen must go up
The numbers on the screen must go up
The numbers on the screen, the numbers on the screen
Overstimulation, dopamine, what the fuck?

Numbers On Screen Go Up - Fried By Fluoride Cover (2024 Version)

Chainsaw Suicide - based on a true story.

MY MIND IS FUCKED
CANT TELL WHATS REAL
VOICES IN MY HEAD
TELL ME I SHOULD BE DEAD
dont wanna take my meds
so i go to the shed
grab some wood and a chain saw
an ingenious way im gonna go today

Im sick of glowie fucking spies
dont wanna hear their fucking lies
Im done trying to hide
its time for a chainsaw suicide
A chainsaw suicide
A CHAINSAW SUICIDE

i dont care about them
but theyre outside my house
i see them everywhere
and i cant take it no more
so i bulid a contraption to take the pain away
ill make all them glowies rue the fucking day
rev up the chainsaw slide my head in
and cover my apartment in crimson and skin

Im sick of glowie fucking spies
dont wanna hear their fucking lies
Im done trying to hide
its time for a chainsaw suicide
A chainsaw suicide
A CHAINSAW SUICIDE

chainsaw suicide
chainsaw suicide
chainsaw suicide

Semi-Aquatic and Armed

Chainsaw Suicide - Penguinband

Somewhat odd christmas song dedicated to my friend Örjan M :-)

Jul igen

The Angels in Heaven Sigh My Name

McDouble With Large Fries

We'll Meet Again

Why did they put us here
It’s pretty fucking que3r
Why do we live on this sphere
That rotates every fucking year
 Why are we forced to slave
Why microchips microwave
 why do they feed us brainwaves
And call us touch depraved

Why  are we on this earth
Why are we forced to work
 Why do you talk so much shit
I don’t wanna hear it 
Why are you fucking laughing
Why are you photographing
I don’t care what you’re asking
I’m sick of the backstabbing

POV: You’re a corpse
You were forced
To be born
POV: You just died 
And everything is a lie
POV: you’re a nurse
you help when, people hurt
POV: things got worse
And they rot in the dirt
ooooo 
POV: You’re Jim jones
You were stoned, off your throne 
POV: You’re a man
And that’s how your life began

ruined my vital senses
i need new contact lenses
Spoiled my eyes with the screen 
and blew my ears
I can’t hear  

everyone is pretentious
They need so much attention
horrible crime offenses
Born to pay tax expenses
(The fuck are you doing? You're gonna cut off your god damn peter. If you send a dick pic to any girl I know this is gonna happen to you!! *poop sounds*)

POV: You’re a corpse
You were forced
To be born
POV: You just died 
And everything is a lie
POV: you’re a nurse
you help when, people hurt
POV: things got worse
And they rot in the dirt
ooooo

POV: You're A Corpse

LYRICS

Fuck optics
fuck all this
bullshit I 
still live in
Fuck optics
fuck all this
bullshit I 
still live in

You say the way I see this world is so absurd
I see the way you run this world no justice served...
so Fuck optics
fuck all this
bullshit I 
still live in
Fuck optics
fuck all this
bullshit I 
still live in

You say that I should watch just what I say,
I look around these streets disgusting and deranged...
so fuck optics.


Fuck optics
fuck what you 
hear I say
you don't like
Fuck optics
fuck what you 
hear I say
you don't like

Thousands of years all burned down with but a word,
one of these years oh we're all just gonna learn...
fuck optics.

Thousands of years all burned down with but a word,
one of these years oh we're all just gonna learn
Thousands of years all burned down with but a word,
one of these years oh we're all just gonna learn...
fuck optics.

Fakeout!

Fuck Optics

ClickToNotVote

i think i have pneumonia(x2)
I won't know till it's over 
but i think i have pnemounia

I think i have pneumonia (x2)
hit the nicotine like oh yeah
so i think i have pneumonia

I think I have pneumonia (x2)
I won't go to a doctor
but i think I have pneumonia

I think I have pneumonia (x2)
It was nice to know ya
but i think i have pneumonia

id rather die than quit
whole life has fell to shit
I smoke i vape i hit i dip
i've become a real addict

it makes me feel so strong
I hit it all day long
Fuck weed don't pass me a bong
Don't tell me that i'm wrong

don't care what happens to me
I'm happy leave me be
Don't tell me what to do
I do what i want fuck you

AHHHHH
I DONT GIVE A FUCK
iLL NEVER SEE A DOCTOR
SMOKE A LOTTA CIGS
DRINK A LOTTA MONSTERRRRRRR
AND I DRINK A LOT OF RED BULL

THINK I HAVE PNEUMONIA 
END UP IN A COMAAAAA
I NEED TO RELAX
HIT THE NICOTINE 
TIL MY LUNGS COLLAPSE (x2)

DOn't give a fuck what you thiiiink
i'm COUGHING UP BLOOD IN THE SINK
CHEST HURTS THINK I"M GONNA DIIIIIIE
HIT THE NICOTINE ONE LAST TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME

PNEUMONIA (HARD CHRIST x QNASTY!!!!!!!!)

a goofy little song i wrote lol i hope you enjoy!

lyrics:
solo part

she is death and she brings fear all while she wears her pink cat ears
shes ready to shoot ready to aim to settle some scores to cross out some names
she keeps a tec-9 tucked in her maid dress and a hi-point under her desk
one day shes gonna kick down those doors and when she does you better hit. the. floor.

solo part

nyaaatural selection
nyaaatural selection 

solo part again

cans of monster and a 20 round mag roll around her hello kitty bag
as she walks the hall up and down under her breath she counts down
the time has come the times today to set things right to make them pay
shes not looking for absolution she just wants her retribution


(the catgirls name is eirca harris)

NYAATURAL SELECTION

God chose me for something, unfortunately I'm a retarded loser

We'll Meet Again

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