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BLEED

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LYRICS:
you can’t save me from myself
throw my heart into a wishing well
though it ended, i wish you well
captivated by your spell
(x2)

by your spell, your spell, your spell oh woa
you built up a wall jus to push me off
& i hate that i miss you when you piss me off
n what if my best is never enough

n i aint wanna take it slow myself
but, being what it was i couldn’t help it
now that im without you im in hell
might need you to love me can’t love myself..

n you can’t save me
but you can’t push me away
but i need something …
i need something to crave …

you can’t save me
but you can’t push me away
n i need something 
i need something today 

you can’t save me from myself
throw my heart into a wishing well
though it ended, i wish you well
captivated by your spell
(x2)

by your spell, your spell, your spell oh woa

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phase:15 [prod.mystxry]

Art Work: Baphomet Kun
Prod: POPPA x Zaniiel

Comedown

maurex- summertime :3

NYXJVH - MOTHS

Little Lies

waste away

exorcism

dressing room now on Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/track/1uBdVNV8FjEm6a97lJNXuq?si=05340fdb91a141b3

Milord x Sparkii - dressing room

produced by Milord
Artist - Sparkii (@user-278482074-707242777)

Milord x Sparkii - dressing room (NOW ALL PLATFORMS)

Feelings

i feel so empty

Laugh Now Cry Later

Butterflies

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Lyrics:
beam of light at 3:05 in the A.M.
screen on, typed up 3 + lines just to waste them,
daybreak seconds away, reckon I can taste when,
the night dies,
me? I like your phenotypes through the webcam,
peace of mind, I see outlines of incandescence,
sun of today's stubborn, duvet covers stuffed with best damn, substitute for comfort lose my head.
beam of light at 3:05 in the A.M.
screen on, typed up 3 + lines just to waste them,
daybreak seconds away, reckon I can taste when,
the night dies,
me? I like your phenotypes through the webcam,
peace of mind, I see outlines of incandescence,
sun of today's stubborn, duvet covers stuffed with best damn, substitute for comfort lose my head.

'pose I owe the loneliness to hours even evening skies sleep.
only pillow talk I dribble out is cursing with the cotton in my teeth.

sticky sheets, the liquids reeking as they mix,
pretty pink from the seamen and the wrists, (yah)
fluids diluted by sweat seeping from my skin.
pity peaches and the tree branch that they're picked from.

still saw dawn in the A.M.
tears are dried by the A.M.
A.M.
A.M.

A.M.

Murder weapon carved initials in the tree bark
Should of seen you been concealing pistols in your knee socks
Locked our fingers round the locket that we keep locked
Broke the ice but now it's thawed under the 

Heat of the moment's past now it's tepid in the water
Cast out the hexes from the cauldron
Gagged on the dregs left at the bottom,
Still taste the remnants of the solvent

Dead Leaves
Camouflage
The corpse you let breath wasn't sabotage
Blood-soaked gloves and a balaclava
Off the operating table fucking grabbed my heart

Dead Leaves
Camouflage
The corpse you let breath wasn't sabotage
Blood-soaked gloves and a balaclava
Off the operating table fucking grabbed my heart

Tell me I'm more than just the damaged parts


Complete each others sentences then serve our own,
Lit cigarettes in pockets, course it burned a hole
Snow angels in the ashes, now we turn to stone
This person's old
Should be curtains closed

Steal your teeth when you're sleeping with the needles in the haystack
Red flags were a thief fucking creeping in the glade,
Back broke ,cant hold you
Crimson seeping from your face
Tuck your blade

Dead Leaves
Camouflage
The corpse you let breath wasn't sabotage
Blood-soaked gloves and a balaclava
Off the operating table fucking grabbed my heart

Dead Leaves
Camouflage
The corpse you let breath wasn't sabotage
Blood-soaked gloves and a balaclava
Off the operating table fucking grabbed my heart

Desecrate the grave to play dress up with the body
Renegaded slaves, the chains caressed our wrists till bloody
Pleasure weighted, waned, still stayed to press against a body
Wanna press against a body
Gun is pressed against my

Desecrate the grave to play dress up with the body
Renegaded slaves, the chains caressed our wrists till bloody
Pleasure weighted, waned, still stayed to press against a body
Wanna press against a body
Gun is pressed against my

*dead leaves*

The Poisonous Thorn

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