oceanash

“LOWTIDE”

Feeling undead, crawlin out of my grave 
The grass above me is watered with shame
The dirt around me has been littered with pain 
It’s stuck in my nails, can’t wash it away
Every day waking up not okay 
Every day feelin like a waste
Every day wanna numb my brain
I know that saving me is fucking vain
I know I can’t cope with fucking unknown
And I’m growing to fear there’s no hope 
I’m putting the razor to the bone
Hope my emotions leave me alone
Last night my demons spoke
They provoke me to choke on a rope 
I want to change my frontal lobe so I can have control

Low tide turning into a tidal wave 
I’m hoping it crash on the shore but erosion is still decaying my brain
I feel insane
Cause I’m in pain
Keep hoping the waves
They decrease in their height
They keep stacking like my problems that keep me up at night
I try to drown my fucking demons and keep on hopin they die
I don’t know what else can be done to put the reaper beside
In the bottom of the fucking ocean is where I reside
I don’t wanna be immortal but I don’t wanna die
I don’t wanna die
Don’t wanna say goodbye
I’m dying inside 
I don’t want you to cry
I promise I’m fine
I’m telling you lies 
I look to the sky
Feeling the rope that I tied 
Feeling the god I denied
I’m concluding with a sigh 
I’m finally ready to die

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LOWTIDE

“when the moon is crescent i will practice black magic” 

Pickin up the shovel leave your body in the fucking woods
Pissing on your grave I cover my face with a fucking hood 
Every fucking day I’m doing things that satan said I should 
I cannot bring myself to summon something good 
I cannot hear the begs for mercy as the blood spurts 
Nothing can reverse my curse
Every day I’m feeling worse 
Put me in the hearse 
Coming at midnight so you cannot defend
Brain disperse when I get my revenge 
when the moon is crescent I will practice fucking black magic
So that my fucking numb brain ain’t fucking filled with the whack static 
Smoking in the rain thinking why my life is so tragic 
Yeah my pain is automatic 
bet my guardian angel weeps 
I got demons that keep talking on repeat 
So I grab the book of anton and I levitate off my feet
I’m just a pawn in my demons games until my soul is reaped so
Deep in the grave under the clay is where my skull will keep
Decaying til the future days goes on and the oceans heat
So plant some poppies at my grave until emotions cease 


Pull up, knocking up on the door 
I’m looking like I’m Charles Manson 
Blood is spilling on the floor
I’m looking for a new dimension 
Fuck
I don’t know 
I keep fucking thinking what to do about burning or burying my bones 
And I’m zoning out Im looking in the mirror and grow old 
I don’t recognize the person or the face the glass will hold 
Creeping in the night
feel the knife 
Got my black cat right beside me when I sacrifice your life 
Hear the chat chat right behind me when I hear the demons lie 
I don’t know reality theyre in my mind 
Every fucking day I’m seeing omens bad luck to my life 
Pull a fucking card, bet mines the lowest every time 
Fuck you and what you say
I’ll be doing what I want to do until the fucking grave 
All these motherfuckers tryna imitate decay
I’ll show you what it’s like to be a walking corpse in the rain 
Rigor mortis starting fucking early on my brain
Counting down the days until I go insane


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when the moon is crescent i will practice black magic

“INTROVERT”
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Better try to run before you meet my fucking gun
Look into my eyes and you won’t see another sun
You’re a fucking pest caught up in the web I spun
Make a mess, make you depressed until I’m fucking done 
Leave you numb 
Beating on my chest like a drum
Walking zombie like it’s thriller  
maniac, leave you cooked like a griller
Have you sucking on ya thumb 
Turn your brain to bits before I’m fucking done
Wake up decomposing and my eyes are glazed
Getting high so I can put my thoughts away
I don’t wanna feel my fucking feelings today 
Now my hand is poking out my motherfucking grave 

Getting high, decomposing

Pumping through the parties you’re at
Got the last laugh cuz your body is wrapped
Trapped, imma make you hurt
All you fuckers made me an introvert 
Feeling lack of worth and I’m still holding onto hurt
I let the pain grow through my chest like bamboo 
Bile spilling as Im dialing up my fucking death doula
I feel like I’m a loser  
Screws getting looser
Marijuana nicotine media abuser 
My head is like living in somebody that I don’t know’s house 
My bed is the only fucking place that I get to escape my doubts 
(Yawn)

INTROVERT

"Moonlit Murmurs: Stories from the Creek"

Seeing all red
Spreading the ash all over my dread
But I tread and get some gas and blunts before I go to bed 
Looking undead I bet all of this is in my head 
I never even left, I might just end it with the lead 
I’m dabbing the oils and I boil like I’m fried chicken 
And I throw them in the water right after I fucking stick em 
Oceanash risen from the Atlantic sea 
I’m in the bayou hanging from a fucking old Cypress tree
I'm lighting fire to the fucking palm leaves 
I’m getting higher as my skin melts into the heat
I’m in the open ocean and coping I’m throwing emotions of grief 
I’m sleeping in, I wish I wasn’t me 
I’m in the south, the roaches crawling out my mouth 
I’m always fucking filled with doubt, so please just wrap me in a shroud
I’m crouching in a fucking cloud
I’m snapping when they shake me out 
Death is what all I’m about
I’m turning your flesh all inside out
Better watch your step 
I’m not the one you should betray
In the water to your neck 
Kicking away the stingrays 
Kayaking in the creek 
Please just let me rest in piece 
Please just fucking leave me be 
Burn me like a DVD
Water clear, willows near 
Demons whisper in my ear
I feel the reaper coming near 
I'm dreaming of all my fucking fears 
I’m feeling fried, red in my eyes, I'm going for a ride and then I hop out, make ‘em die, you can try to run and fucking hide 
Put the bodies in the barrels, fill em with formaldehyde 
Stash em in the marsh and then I come up with an alibi
Put the bodies in the barrels, fill em with formaldehyde 
Stash em in the marsh and then I come up with an alibi
Woods is where I scheme 
Smoking the green, crime scene where I clean 
Feeling mean, get the n-i-c-o-t-i-n-e
Now I'm walking with a limp, eating shrimp
You can get a glimpse of the clip
I cannot wash my sins 
Cutting limbs 
Putting them into fucking bins
Slice you into pieces thin
Grinning as I rip your skin


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Moonlit Murmurs: Stories from the Creek

"Gators and Ghosts"

Lurking in the lagoon
I’m eating cajun fries seasoned with gloom
I feel like nothing inside, molecules have all died 
Sweep evidence with a broom
Under the rug, I’m removing the shoes 
The blood has soaked through 
Using the bleach so you won’t see the clues in the room, when the lights are turning blue
Creeping in the swamp 
Throwing bodies to the gators and they chomp 
Floating parts in nature but the water calm
Rolling papers, smoke keep on blowing with the fucking palms
Person missing, snakes are hissing, on their heads I fucking stomp
I’m no longer living, seeing visions of myself embalmed 
I’m saying Avada Kedavra when I’m waving my wand 
Floor of the creek, I’m in the fog
Cypress trees next to the bog 
Is where I hid the bloody saw and all my flaws with muddy cloth
Feel the claws when I draw the prey closer then they caught up in my jaws 
Eat ‘em like Pulled pork with a side of Cole slaw 
Now I'm wanting more
Skeleton galore hid beneath the river shore 
Now my vision twisting more, my face melting to a corpse
A million thoughts I’m torn 
Now I’m exploding with gore
From my brain, I go insane, from the pressure I cannot contain 
I’m Breaking from chains, I never maintain a minute or moment of peace 
I feel deceased, my DMT released 
I don’t want my heart to beat, I think it ceasing during my sleep, so I’m avoiding counting the sheep
Making the beats, I got my enemies all on their fucking knees 
Now I’m speeding off smoking the weed 
I stuff it up in a honey berry blunt   
3 gram cherry keep making me dizzy and lighting the room up 
Sneaking through the grasses 
Weaken from the gashes 
Blood is seeping like molasses, slowly leaking as the match is lit 
Look into your head as I’m detaching it
Use the fucking knife, I take your life and then I’m stashing it 
Grabbing the resin, I’m dabbing it 
Dragging the bat before whacking it 
I’m hacking with the hatchet 
I'm takin your body, I’m wrapping it 
I'm cracking my skull cuz demons inhabit it



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Gators and Ghosts

“closing my eyes but there is still no escape from mortality”

GREY - https://on.soundcloud.com/4rTWFQjDM4pqs1NPA

Feeling more nauseous, I gotta go
Dealing with panic attacks back to back but I never show
Reaching new lows in my frontal lobe crawling with demons in shadows below 
Molded by my trauma like I’m made of dough
Long ago I was cursed now I cannot grow 
Outcast in the ocean and I cannot row, throwing me to the sharks, they smelling the blood, now I’m dying slow 
Need to decompose myself 
Light up the joint, rip the nic, damage my lungs cuz I don’t know what’s the fucking point 
Riding down the highway I’m smoking red sweet blunts 
I’m thinking bout the times I was happy, maybe it was once 
I’m feeling fucking numb again and I’m heavy like cement 
The burdens weighing on my brain and I’m not steady I can’t pretend 
All these wounds I cannot mend 
Bleeding, know they will be my end 
I’m dormant and I torment as I’m reaching my descent


Rolling up blunts got that rust up in my lungs
And that smoke fill my head start to wonder if I'm dead
Roll it up and feel the dread fuck the hope and do the meds
Yeah I don't wanna die that way that way
Fuck what I do I can't feel a thang
Say that you're there but I don't see you
Fuck what you mean that i love you
Black on black boots I don't worry about a truce
You're one thing I don't wanna lose
But it doesn't even matter if I try
Try to look away and fucking die
But it don't work, still in hurt
It will hurt, like the dirt you know,
Fuck the world, i will stay, you know


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closing my eyes but there is still no escape from mortality [ft. GREY]

one day at a time 
GLOOM ⛓
GREY - @grey_official
$CAPEGØAT - @omendascapegoat

closing my eyes but there is still no escape from mortality [ft. GREY]

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