lyrics:

Fate will not favour u dear
Ur lost if u beside me in here
I know its not the news u would here around friends
Because lying just to keep u in here

In time Ull find We try To hurt And hide My brain Is bruised From taking my Hearts advice
In life We have A path Wed hate to find
And that’s The one That’s safer To fearful eyes
The ones that hurt Me make me like them more
They choke me hit me break me all in sport
So push me push me and send me overboard
The more she hurt me the more im stuck to her
And I have come to love it here

Clouds fill quick and fall out the sky
Lately it feels like love is just a temporary high
Plus I need a doctor
Cause Every move my body fills me with pain
Hold me close im so cold and ur so warm
Feel my pain and feel my hands take it back from u
If im sad im not sad im just too drunk
Kinda like right now swear I need you right now
We pay the fee to watch the animal
I talk and scream into this microphone
My body feeds on how they lose control
So talk to me and belt out the words u know

In time Ull find We try To hurt And hide My brain Is bruised From taking my Hearts advice
In life We have A path Wed hate to find
And that’s The one That’s safer To fearful eyes
The ones that hurt Me make me like them more
They choke me hit me break me all in sport
So push me push me and send me overboard
The more she hurt me the more im stuck to her

In time Ull find We try To hurt And hide My brain Is bruised From taking my Hearts advice
In life We have A path Wed hate to find
And that’s The one That’s safer To fearful eyes
The ones that hurt Me make me like them more
They choke me hit me break me all in sport
So push me push me and send me overboard
The more she hurt me the more im stuck to her

56 metres (branwen x birkknut)

srry pt2

breathtaking (killedmyself)

simple (boyfifty)

beamer passenger side
its nice to look in your eyes
I missed your face when you lie

she think I'm cute when I sigh
heard you with a new guy
so why you binging my line
guess you think about me sometimes

you still wear my shirts in your bed
I know that fuck with your head
all the blood that I bled 
and all the shit that you said

I can't sleep at night
when I know your right
fucked around and went cold
I could be the hand that you hold
but I've been trying not to fold

fuck me up again
with the texts you send
I can tell you aint grown
imma stay here alone
from what I've learned and I know

beamer passenger side
its nice to look in your eyes
I missed your face when you lie

and how does it feel
to be, what you've become
what you said you would never be
cause I don't feel anything, anymore
so take me away

youth (santana)

sewerperson - another day

[Intro: Sewerperson]
(branwen)
I can fling it
I feel it, I guess it's our turn
Oh, all this armour

[Chorus: Sewerperson]
Another day of talking just to say nothing
I message pretty much two people at the most
I'm scared of saying something wrong
I wake up and apologize for the millionth time this month
I'm tryna get fucked up so I'ma hit it from the bong
Substance been my best friend since she did me wrong
But we don't get along, this should kill me, I'm not strong
I won't put it in the setlist 'cause I would start to sob
This love you feel is fake, they just tryna get on

[Verse 1: Sewerperson]
I'm about to give up, they don't even know
I've thrown up every meal, I'm just tryna take it slow
Of course I knew that I would have these dark days
But dear God, just give me some of the light, please
I forget what had hurt me in defense
I regret every minute we have been friends 
Deep in thought, I reflect
But I'm brought back to reason by these scars on my neck
I'm not tryna pretend, I'm just geeking
Even if I was dead, you would knock the bleeding
And I know I made my bed and I'm sleepy
This bitch tryna kill me, made me happy

[Verse 2: guardin]
Been ignorin' all the signs, I'm not doin' fine
Lost another friend and I was sure that we'd survive
In the midst of all this shit, I put my life in an archive
Next to everything I loved and hoped eventually would thrive
But the truth is hard to swallow after everything has died
In the process, hard to grieve in tears, I wanna compromise
So you better try to settle for your comfort in the words exchanged from you to I
Move across the Eastern Coast and commit social suicide

[Chorus: Sewerperson]
Another day of talking just to say nothing
I message pretty much two people at the most
I'm scared of saying something wrong
I wake up and apologize for the millionth time this month
I'm tryna get fucked up so I'ma hit it from the bong
Substance been my best friend since she did me wrong
But we don't get along, this should kill me, I'm not strong
I won't put it in the setlist 'cause I would start to sob
Just let me feel this fate, baby, they just tryna get it all

sewerperson - another day (ft. guardin)

got em running quick and by the morning in the mountains

9tails - honor roll (prod. guillermo)

Sewerperson- February 15 (Original file)

They say Rome fell to the sword—
but it rotted from the core.
Elites got fat,
the poor got ignored.
They built roads,
but couldn’t see the path.
They praised the gods,
but forgot the math.

The Maya watched the jungle die,
still carved their kings in stone.
Kept the rituals alive
while the crops were overthrown.
They knew the rains were gone—
they saw the signs.
But instinct said
“Repeat the lines.”

Easter Island—
cut down every tree.
Built statues to the sky
while they starved by the sea.
Why?
Because the code said “build.”
Because the tribe said “win.”
Because the instinct said
“Don’t let the old ways end.”

The Ming, the Mughals,
the Venetians too—
all fell from within
while the scholars drew
maps of glory,
charts of trade,
but never saw
the price they paid.

It ain’t fate.
It ain’t war.
It’s the loop they adore.
It’s the fear of change
that locks the door.
It’s the instinct to conform,
to protect the frame,
to kill the voice
that names the game.

So they collapse themselves—
not from lack of might,
but from the blindness
of inherited right.
From the comfort
that dulls the spark.
From the silence
that eats the dark.

And when it’s done,
they write the tale—
but never name
what made them fail.
Because the ones who write
are still in the trance,
still dancing
the collapse dance.

History don’t write it
’cause historians can’t see—
they’re bound by the same code
that brought down the dynasty.

simple (boyfifty)

not home.