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fall apart

fall apart (feat. Evan Bernardy)

i'm closing my eyes

In a world where only the wealthy are well-fed and the poor are exploited, I’m furious at our collective inaction. We elect charlatans into power, empower monstrous systems, and then lament when we become victims of the very beasts we've enabled.

Humanity resembles a serpent devouring its own tail—an endless cycle of self-destruction. And it seems we always will.

M.G.B

Track 3 - Feed The Feed

Shut up, sit pretty By NOVA J

Shut up. Sit pretty.
In this pretty city.
Think about blinkin’?
Don’t. That’s a pity.

Daddy gonna cut you off.
Piggy at the trough.
Wanna eat? Wanna stay?
Then shut up. Sit pretty.

Hands folded. Smile wide.
Mouth shut. Swallow pride.
Heels high. Head low.
That’s the only way it goes.

Sit pretty. Don’t talk back.
Lipstick red, but your world fades black.
Wanna stay? Wanna play?
Learn the rules. Don’t disobey.

Sit pretty. Hush that mouth.
Take what you get—don’t dare call out.
Wanna eat? Wanna stay?
Then shut up. Sit pretty’d.

Diamonds tight around your throat.
Wrapped up pretty, velvet rope.
Let ‘em stare. Let ‘em touch.
But don’t you ever ask for much.

Daddy keeps the power on.
But it’s a loan—it won’t last long.
Play your part. Keep it tight.
Smile sweet. Say goodnight.

Hands folded. Smile wide.
Mouth shut. Swallow pride.
Heels high. Head low.
That’s the only way it goes.

Sit pretty. Don’t talk back.
Lipstick red, but your world fades black.
Wanna stay? Wanna play?
Learn the rules. Don’t disobey.

Sit pretty. Hush that mouth.
Take what you get—don’t dare call out.
Wanna eat? Wanna stay?
Then shut up. Sit pretty’d.

Cage is gold. Walls too tall.
Dressed up. Stripped down. Watch you fall.
Dance on strings. Smile through pain.
Deep inside, you curse his name.

Sit pretty. Don’t talk back.
Lipstick red, but your world fades black.
Wanna stay? Wanna play?
Learn the rules. Don’t disobey.

Sit pretty. Don’t talk back.
Lipstick red, but your world fades black.
Wanna stay? Wanna play?
Learn the rules. Don’t disobey.

Shut up, sit pretty

I knew who I was this morning, but I've changed a few times since then.

Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.... 
You must be, 
or you wouldn't be here.

Hoppy got passed like a myth, not a toy,
from one small hand to a brand new joy.
She’s stitched with crumbs from a dream long gone,
still hums when you squeeze her, faint bedtime song.

She smells like a hundred naps and tears,
like stars held tight through the thundering years.
She ain’t plush — she’s proof,
a love note that bounced from the roof.

The rabbit said, “Oi, what’s this pink thing here?”
and Hoppy replied, “I’m a knight, my dear.”
But she had one eye and a sag in her ear,
and the kind of soul you only get through fear.

You held her first, but not last — that’s the rule,
Love don’t stay in its lane or play cool.
It jumps toyboxes, swaps beds mid-night,
and sings to whoever’s got grip enough to fight.

Left her in the sun, came back warm.
She’s got hearts stitched in, weathered the storm.
From one star to another she rolled,
Told stories the silence never told.

There’s jam on her foot and ink on her face,
a plaster round her belly from a made-up chase.
She was doctor, dragon, alien queen —
depending on the sugar level of the scene.

She don’t mind the change — that’s her jam,
held by grief, now sticky with jam.
Two daughters, one thread, all stitched in pink,
entangled by love more than time can think.

She watched Tima through sleepless days,
then turned up later in Alice’s maze.
The rabbit said, “You sure this one’s safe?”
Hoppy winked — “I’ve walked stars, mate.”

It’s strange how socks disappear in the dryer,
but some things stay — like plushie choir.
Like the way a laugh repeats in a giggle,
years apart, but it’s got the same wiggle.

She’s a mess. Let’s be real. One leg’s all fluff,
and the other’s held up with hope and luck.
She squeaks on Tuesdays and farts on demand,
but she’s got the oldest magic in the land.

I once found her floatin’ in the loo,
and cried like the sky when the thunder flew.
She’s battleworn, stitched with kitchen string,
but in her belly lives a wedding ring.

Not mine. Not hers. Just one that stayed
when the stars moved out and memories frayed.
And now she’s tucked in beside the new one,
two hearts asleep with the bedtime moon on.

They don’t know yet, not all the truth —
just that Hoppy smells like both their youth.
Like grief in disguise, like bedtime glue,
like holdin’ on, when there’s nothin’ to do.

Left her in the sun, came back warm.
She’s got hearts stitched in, weathered the storm.
From one star to another she rolled,
Told stories the silence never told.

They play together now, both past and present,
and I sit in the doorway feelin’ adolescent.
Like I’m ten again, but the roles reversed,
watchin’ her hold what once cured my worst.

Sometimes she says, “Hoppy knows secrets,”
and I swear she does — keeps ‘em deep in her fleece bits.
She’s not just fluff, she’s a recordin’ device,
soft surveillance stitched in rice.

I never told her the stories I held,
but she acts ‘em out like a psychic’s spelled.
She cuddles that hippo and says, “She’s mine,”
and I whisper, “She was hers. Now she’s ours. That’s fine.”

You crave chaos. 
You're happiest when the world is in an uproar. 

You thrive on madness. 
Even when your magic is at its best when it's the catalyst to confusion. 
You still can't admit this?

Toybox entanglement

Theres Still Us

I'm Sorry

eli noir @theeli-noir
Produced by @the-deli
lyrics:
Verse 1: marc
As I'm 
dreaming with my eyes wide open 
Soaring over oceans with these fly rhymes 
Hoping that I get home sober by the night time 
Aint a crime kill time 
Guess I'll mourn in the morning 
Warning, coming through scorching 
Took at look at y'all, must admit that it's a pitiful sight 
Now the bars that I spit emitting visible light 
Inexplicable how he get all the syllables right 
And why the love that I receive is that conditional type ah 
I'm cut open, broken, lost hope and 
brain, stopped working 
words stay unspoken 
every day training
loco, my motives, yeah

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5:32pm ft. Eli Noir (prod. The Deli)

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