Cold Case

“UMBRA CLUSTER”

GREY - https://on.soundcloud.com/tdnUsuoMR1ibYP3U9

Looking to the sky 
And the clouds are rolling by 
And they’re blocking all the stars that are lighting up the night 
Now I wanna see the blood from anything in sight
Fluid keep on spilling as I chomp and I bite 
The moon is shining bright and it’s full
I might fucking howl and turn to a wolf 
Causing rampage on the town
Shoot me I’m the head, now I’m out
Silver bullet spilling my brain on the ground 
Ay 
I was living in a shadow, moon is narrow like an eclipse 
And my body’s fucking hollow cuz there’s in my ribs
Skeleton walking with no heart and silence in my lips
Living hanging by a thread waiting for a fucking snip
My heart keep on beating so I’m clutching my chest with a grip 
I don’t wanna feel fucking shit 

Bloody fingers bloody fingers
Watch me linger what
Getting paid just to sound the same
If you ask me that's real fucking lame
Motherfucker do not act like we the same
Preaching about them guns
Bitch I just have a chain
Full of dirt and rust
Yeah doing what I must
Every day is a blur
I can not control
Mind is full
Of death and gore
Skeletons at my door
Asking grey can we have some more?

Produced by oceanash

Umbra Cluster [ft. GREY]

“LOCKJAW” 

Tombfell - https://on.soundcloud.com/yYDDEFHousmXNZoQ9

Repping the gloom
Stepping on tombs 
Been hurting since the womb
Smell my body rotting like it’s my own perfume 
And I cannot feel my face 
Think I died inside my place 
Took a shotgun to the face 
Think I might just blow my brain
And I up and dip and dump the k
Gonna blow away the bank 
Bitch it’s gloom until the grave 
I’m prepared to die anyway 
I got the Glock tucked
What the fuck
Bitch a cigarette butt
Floating down the river, dump ‘em in a trunk
Hit a bump, 
Chemicals laced up in a blunt 
Then I’m going fucking manic as I’m spilling all the guts head bust red blood on my black boots when you feel the cut 
And I didn’t get the message so I popped ‘em with the gun
Straight gloom into your soul 
Watch me putting out the sun
Anyway what the fuck 
I’m gonna rob the fuvking bank
Bitch you watch me pull away and then I pull up with the tank 
Smoke a j eating chick fil sipping Gatorade but my vision tinted grey
Every day I go outside and feel so lame 
I don’t wanna blow my brain but every day is feeling same 
So I’m driving down the highway
Incisions hide away 
I don’t wanna deal with all this fucking pain
Looking for any way to numb my brain
Like I’m Jenny I wanna fly away 
All you fake fuckers fucking go away

Produced by SCARYPLAIN

LOCKJAW [ft. Tombfell][prod. SCARYPLAIN]

“OUIJA”

Tryna bury all the bodies in the dirt but now they’re coming back
All this fucking hurt inside me now you’re gonna feel my wrath 
In a cave like a bat, my wings are snapped
I’m a rodent, I’m a rat, in a trap, just want my head to snap
You think you’re dying inside I’ll show you what it’s like 
Running down the hall from spiders that are leaving bites 
Grabbing the ouija board for the last time 
I’m mourning cuz I’m keeping score of lost lives 
I’m cursing at the sky, never said goodbye
I’m living life in fright of it passing when I blink my eyes
When I cry, my saturated lashes cannot look hide
I’m reflecting the moon’s light in the night
Planchette moving all over the board letters from my mind
Don’t know if I’m talking to my demons or the ones who died 
I don’t wanna have all these thoughts every fucking night 
I’m turning to a demon, I dont wanna feel it
I feel the flames going up
Bodies dumped
I’ve had enough 
Life is a movie and it’s snuff 
Like a puffer I’m blowing up
I’m at the edge of a cliff
I won’t give in 
Acrophobia preventing my end
I’m temporary 
Flicking ash all in the cemetery 
Eating poison berries as I’m lurking in the woods
I’m hallucinating tryna find the path I don’t remember any 
I track my foot steps, I’m feeling like a fool
You better run before I shoot 
Your fingertips are turning blue 
Eating chicken strips I dip them in a fucking bloody pool
All you feel is fucking gloom
When you fucking with the crew
All you feel is fucking anger when you step into the room

Produced by oceanash

OUIJA

“CHALK”

I got the Mac in my lap, might just turn you to ash 
I got the cheese for the rats, stomping and making them splat
I told you I’m a demon, and you don’t believe it 
So I’m ending all the lives before the next season
And now they’re screaming "oh no,” I used to be emotional 
But now I"m feeling no remorse, might put them in the morgue
Soul is torn, ghost bored, roaming round still ignored
And I wonder if they know they’re dead and in a different form
When I’m alone, my thoughts are horrid, and my mind is all distorted, and my mind is unreported, and my wires are cut and short
Bed rotting like I’m torpid, never blooming like an orchid 
I gave my last dollar to demons I can’t afford it 
Make you fucking cut in half 
And I’m drowning in a bath of your blood I put inside a fucking bag 
And they say that I’m bad, but the demons telling me I’m good 
Pushing bodies into bodies of the water, find them when you hook  
Feeling like I’m Jason when I’m creeping through the fucking camp 
Then I return to the lake where I keep the bodies damp 
Definition darkness so I’m breaking all the fucking lamps
Cramming all the bodies in a circle then I fucking chant 
Cooking tea, honey mixed with LSD 
Now I freak 
Running, fleeing, let me free 
Inside my mind I see it’s a cage, I lost the key 
Looking to the sky to find it and I fucking plead 


Driving down the road and I’m looking for a kill
Spilling guts just to get a fucking thrill
Gotta take a pill just so I can fucking chill
I’m not fucking with the pain like I’m working on a mill
Thoughts going in circles like a tire
And I’m wired, in the AM, cooking my brain like a fryer
Everybody looking for me like I’m Will Byer
I’m a monster running when I fucking see fire 
Tears falling on remains 
Death will keep on crawling through my brain
Looking at the sky my tears are blending with the rain
Every day my life is feeling more mundane 
I might disappear like I’m David Blaine, for this earth I wasn’t made 
Reaper pick me out like I'm a crop 
I'm a blip, I'm a bot, and I’m just a fucking prop 
It’s a lot when it’s nonstop thoughts around the clock 
And I slowly boil from the pressure like a crockpot
Wishing all this shit would just fucking stop 
Tryna clean my life, I got a fucking saturated mop 
I try to see the light but I just wanna drop 
I try to fucking fight but I’m in too much shock
Got the glock pressed to my eye and it goes pop 
The casings hit the floor and they're bagged up by the cops 
Unrecognized, get a DNA swab 
I’m decaying where they’re tracing, where I’m laying out, with chalk

Produced by oceanash

CHALK

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