self abuser

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Credit to @𓃬 for saving this song.

This was not on Penguinband's Soundcloud at the time he deleted it.

BigJB21 - Penguinband

got my fucking gooner gang
got my fucking loser gang
got called some school shooters gang
i dont wanna do this gang
i dont wanna lose again
i cant stand these blues im in
got my fucking gooner gang
got my fucking loser gang
(i dont got no hoes)

got my fucking gooner gang
got my fucking loser gang
got called some school shooters gang
i dont wanna do this gang
i dont wanna lose again
i cant stand these blues im in
got my fucking gooner gang
got my fucking loser gang
i dont got no hoes

GOONERGANGG

Sometimes when I'm all alone
I catch myself staring at my phone
I see that you are still online
But you're probably talking to that other guy
Maybe I should say something
But no amount of words could ever get me in
You don't seem too keen on speaking
But I know exactly what you're thinking

Don't text me please don't text me
Don't text me please don't text me
Don't text me please don't text me
Don't text me please don't
I saw you message me first I don't know what you were on
I don't think I'm gonna respond
There's nothing that you could ever do
To make me want to be with you

Can't even say I even disagree
My feelings for you aren't a mystery
Sometimes it seems I know what I want
But I bet you wake up thinking I'm a cunt
Now I don't know what to say
I'm still thinking of you everyday
This all feels like a sick game
That I'm losing with only me to blame

You don't realize what you're messing with
It's enough to make the both of us sick
I think it's best that I go on not knowing
So we can both make the things we love showing
Just cuz I like a little attention
Doesn't mean that you need to mention
What probably a hundred other people feel
I've got what I want and it's not something you could steal

(Please text me I need you to text me
Please text me I need you to text me
Please text me I need you to text me
Please text me I need you)

Don't Text Me

All the thoughts you put inside my head
To make sure I don't end up dead
All the things that you say to me
I don't know what to believe

You're such a liar 
I'm sick and tired
Of all the things that you're trying to tell me
You don't wanna be responsible
When things get awful
You think it's okay to lie through your teeth

All of that happened so long ago
When I was someone you didn't know
Try to talk me away from that ledge
It won't get rid of this wedge

So you can play pretend
But these feeling will never end
I refuse to be fooled

You're such a liar 
I'm sick and tired
Of all the things that you're trying to tell me
you don't wanna be responsible
When things get awful
You think it's okay to lie through your teeth
I want it
You got it
Now you're telling me I just couldn't take the hint
You’re sick and tired
You're such a liar
You never wanted to be with me

I wish I knew where my head was all those years ago
Was I still to anxious or just a bit slow
Now we've both grown up and you're telling me that you have moved along
But I never did and probably never will

You're such a liar 
I'm sick and tired
Of all the things that you're trying to tell me
you don't wanna be responsible
When things get awful
You think it's okay to lie through your teeth

I'm such a liar 
You're sick and tired
Of all the things that you're trying to tell me
I don't wanna be responsible
When things get awful
I think it's okay to lie through my teeth
Who wants it
They can have it
Have to accept that I just couldn't take the hint
You're sick and tired
I'm such a liar
Pretending I'm who I couldn't be

You're such a liar
I'm such a liar

Weaselly Little Liar, Dude

How'd my time come so fast?
brain-dead but living in the past
How'd my life my pass me by?
you're here just to watch me cry
just to watch me cry
just to watch me cry
just to watch me cry


How'd I lose someone like you?
psychotic, don't know what to do
How I wish that I would die
you're here just to watch me cry
just to watch me cry
just to watch me cry
just to watch me cry

Watch Me Cry

Live Audio Recorded August 24th 2024,

Remastered and Repackaged to commemorate the loss of Ian Mockler, a.k.a. Lil Watermark. A Natural Showman who put on one of the best shows East of the Mississippi deep in the forests of Virginia. A Great night of banter, partying and solidifying another great celebration of soyjack party

credits:

Performers:
Ian Mockler (Lil Watermark) - Guitars & Vocals
Danghul Bangyana - Drums
Aidan Ziril - Bass

Photography, Design - Foolz
Mixing & Mastering - Foolz

Additional Audio Submitted from Phone Video Recordings, Action Cameras, and Handheld Recorders:
- Elias
- Gabe
- Shot
- Tac

Special thanks to Bessarion and halfwayhobo for hosting. 

Post Show Chant

Sleaze Reference Mix V2 (3)

Eyes like scratched film, watching the reel burn
Static prophets scream from a dying tower
They're training blue-eyed men in believer's hours
And the market square is full of mothers' sighs
The newsman's face is wet, he's telling no lies
I feel the clampdown in the gasoline air
A hard rain's gonna fall but doesn't anyone care?

Fascist groove thang, beating on the radio
Famine in the wheatfield, war in the video
Another bed is burning, a right they'll never know
Another soul just debt that the company will owe
Do they owe us a living? The answer's always no

I wanna run. I wanna flee.
My existence is a weight inside of me.
In this world where everything is debris...
I wanna run from the coming sea.
This life's a stone, this life's a gall.
Exit. Exit before the fall.

I read my archangel by the asylum light
A man with soles of wind who vanished in the night
He said "I is another" and he fractured time
Now I's another, watching the last clock chime
The poet laureate of the punk rock prayer
Said the city's in the dust and there's poison in the air
A big yellow taxi took the trees and fled
Leaving just the goddamn parking lot inside my head

This is the eve... the eve of destruction.
This is the five-year warning, the final deduction.
Who's in the bunker? Who's in the bunker?
I have seen too much.
Litany of the lost:
Ash. Cinder. Token. Cost.
Shadow. Echo. All we had, and lost.
Boss. Worker. Broken. Cross.

I wanna run... (run... run...)
My existence... (stone... gall...)
Everything is debris...
Exit.
Exit.
Exit before...

Exit Before the Fall

DANS•DAS Album Release 🌟

🎶 The album is finally out.  
After years in the basement, waiting for the right vibration,
it decided — on its own — to be born.

🌀 DANS•DAS is not just a project.
It’s a pulse.
A breath.
A sonic ritual.

🙏 Huge thanks to everyone who helped shape it:
Mario Farinato, Mirko, and so many others who believed in this sound.

🏠 Recorded in Mantova at LSStudio,
🔁 Remastered by Collettivo Undersound  
⚡ During a magical bash — a firosice moment in the underground SoundCloud circuit.

📻 SoundCloud has always been part of our story.
Our producer started working there back in 2015 — the early days.
The project was sold, bought, lost, found again…
And now, it returns with new life,
on a professional indie platform,
ready to resonate.

📅 We’re publishing two albums and three singles every day —
because we believe in vibration.
We believe in rhythm.
We believe in resonance.

💥 Vibrate, people, vibrate.  
🎵 Put a scacciapensieri in your sonic cannons.
Let the echo fly.

Don't Text Me

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