Fake Severed Arm

the only thing that stays is white noise in my brain
the rest i can replace, but some things are only learnt through age
strangers on the internet have all of my secrets
no matter how much i blood i shed we’ll still share it

i went to the parking lot after i hung out with my cousins
i walked around, and sat down on the car for some peace and quiet
listened to pink floyd for the first time, on the way back from the airport
everytime i reach, i just get this feeling i’m never leaving home

and you can apologize but apologies rarely work
the feeling’s already fucked me up
from the inside out

♪

and i had this dream where i tore open a prosthetic
wasnt long until i got a blinding headache
anyway, the ambulance arrived, so it was fine
i realize that i make excuses all the time

the only thing that stays is white noise in my brain

and you can go wherever you want
but itll come back to you and breathe in your thoughts
i will take you all at once
and i will throw you up

Fake Severed Arm

A Bar Song (Tipsy)

a fitting end for a rockstar

*3rd Place at Fedivision 2024

[Verse]
I got clouds in my head and I’m feeling kinda dizzy. 
My eyes kinda hurt and my hair is all frizzy. 
This jacket smells bad and I stepped in something squishy. 
I’m feeling kinda hungry, so I gotta get busy.

[Verse]
Walking to the beat and everything is gritty. 
Boarded up houses but the gardens look pretty. 
Get with the crew and we start to get giddy. 
We’re drawn down the street by the promise of the city.

[Chorus]
I may fall today,
But I don’t need no confession. 
It doesn’t hurt to pray,
But I’ve still got my depression. 
Searching for some brains,
It’s kinda my obsession. 
I think it’s safe to say, 
All zombies go to heaven.

[Verse]
You can see the meat hanging out to dry. 
They think they’re safe and believe that lie. 
But behind their walls they start to cry. 
They see us coming and we won’t die. 

[Verse]
We are the hoard and we grow every day. 
Trying to make it in a world decayed. 
We can’t talk. Got nothing to say,
Paying the price that we all have to pay. 

[Chorus]
I may fall today,
But I don’t need no confession. 
It doesn’t hurt to pray,
But I’ve still got my depression. 
Searching for some brains,
It’s kinda my obsession. 
I think it’s safe to say, 
All zombies go to heaven.
All zombies go to heaven.
I may fall today,
But I don’t need no confession. 
It doesn’t hurt to pray,
But I’ve still got my depression. 
Searching for some brains,
It’s kinda my obsession. 
I think it’s safe to say, 
All zombies go to heaven.
All zombies go to heaven.
All zombies,
Go to heaven.

Written, composed, and performed by Jon O'Hare

All Zombies Go To Heaven

prod soulless
mix n master by me
written n performed by me

one call prod soulless

Midnight Ride

Om Mig

Bloody Kisses

Black No. 1 (Little Miss Scare -All)

Blonde

Pink + White

Chanel

The Future Begins Now.  15, he/him, singer/beat prod.  free ft.s! My Dick = large like the chargers (the whole team.)

a fitting end for a rockstar

g_r_m

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