Produced  by Gullyspit 

Art by Roch links below to his shit hes crazy
https://twitter.com/1998_roch
https://www.instagram.com/1998roch/


Lyrics:
Verse 1:
got no fingers left to count 
I need drugs in high abundance 
mixed with things I can’t pronounce 
lay down in the dirt 
you got me feeling like a hound 
copper wire strip it
we can sell it by the pound 
they don’t wanna see me but 
I’m looking through the peephole
y’all are so far under me 
you do not look like people 
spittin in they face 
cause they tried to say I’m evil 
injections looking lethal 
I’m nothing but a needle 

Pre-Chorus:

this ain’t really fun for me 
bitch I don’t want your
company
you play playing all these games
and you do it just to fuck w me
you wonder what’s been
up with me
why I don’t share 
your gluttony
cause I don’t eat w swine
go ahead 
enjoy the slop tray

Chorus:
keep on eating till you die 
grind up all the plastics 
and fresh the insecticides 
bits of metal in your teeth 
and asbestos in the gumline
shots off in the distance
they sound just like a drumline 
Bridge:
operator  
why don’t people kill the president?
sincerely signed a law abiding good for nothing citizen 
they keep on building prisons from the profits of our medicine
the business really booming but I’m looking like a skeleton

I’m feeling used 
you feel rejected 
let’s go have baby 
and let’s use it as a weapon 
driving down the freeway
smoke keep coming out the engine
zombies get to walking 
hoping they making it to heaven okay

imma need to see your license  
hands up on the wheel 
and baby just ignore the sirens
we don’t need to hear you 
this works better when it’s silent 
aiming at the skies 
screaming welcome to the violence 

Prechorus

Chorus

Slop Tray

stream: https://open.spotify.com/track/7wXpR9ePvIWHCSM4Oh2Olg?si=uKRs05ObS3uC-zkjxJnZvQ

art. - @spiiral_ on IG

prod. - @pxlsdead on IG

LYRICS:

they’re in my 
brain waves, ink stained veins
dismiss friends may fucking change, ey
why must i recreate 
i just disassociate

they’re in my 
brain waves, ink stained veins
dismiss friends may fucking change, ey
why must i recreate 
i just disassociate, ey

feed this straight into my veins
make me okay, ey
blackness is all i breathe it’s 
what will leave im like a train, ey
moving but i’m losing steam
boutta derail
blackness is all i can breathe 
leaving a trail

(feed it straight into my veins
make me okay, ey)
(blackness is all i can breathe
it’s what i will leave)
(i’m like a train)
(boutta derail)

they’re in my 
brain waves, ink stained veins
dismiss friends may fucking change, ey
why must i recreate 
i just disassociate

they’re in my 
brain waves, ink stained veins
dismiss friends may fucking change, ey
why must i recreate 
i just disassociate, ey

black blood inside of me
building up eyes bleed
bloodshot sinuses
virus hits, ugh
i’m getting tired of me
spreading like venom please
stop it i’m likely 
tiring, ugh
standing like a mannequin
the wind blows, shattering
smash again
fucked up mannerisms
im- i’m lacking this
guilt, black mass again
racking up bodies around

disassociate. [prod. pxlsdead]

Featuring. https://open.spotify.com/artist/7dfpBi0QvO9FmlhBK6XHwJ?si=icaae-CxTvau9TVtJGOAlA

Prod. https://open.spotify.com/artist/17WXWSEUvvpl1gIXVeO2Q4?si=k7_-3m84QPulrnxRxc-pfQ

Art. https://www.instagram.com/almanc.designs/

ANIME KILL COUNT w/ Alan Of DISTANT | Prod. H3llF1r3

HOLLOW POINT feat. Undead Ronin (prod. Blunt Christ)

BEYOND NOTHING

From Myspace Deathcore to Screamo Rap (feat. SHUSH & Netuh)

Blue Suit Invincible

Pontudos arranha-céus, vazios, mudos,
Apontam pro nada, sem mais escudos.
Acima de tudo, o céu estático, turvo,
Vanila foi um sonho, um curto surto.

Soterrados ficamos, num vácuo constante,  
Na superfície fria, sombras passam distantes. 

Nosso destino se perde entre o cinza e roxo 
Memórias dispersas rompem como fio frouxo.
Sobrevida nas entranhas de um mundo morto,
No subterrâneo, achando algum conforto.

Dentro dos esgotos, a luz da vela pisca,
Nossas sombras dançam, a vida arrisca.
Entre ratos mutantes e lixo de um passado,
Tentamos nos lembrar de um tempo adorado.

Soterrados ficamos, num vácuo constante,  
Na superfície fria, sombras passam distantes. 

Nosso destino se perde entre o cinza e roxo 
Memórias dispersas rompem como fio frouxo.
Sobrevida nas entranhas de um mundo morto,
No subterrâneo, achando algum conforto.
-
"O céu já foi vanila, agora só dor,
No nosso reflexo, o cinza e roxo em cor.
Memórias distantes, um dia de verão,
Somos ecos silenciosos na escuridão."

Soterrados ficamos, num vácuo constante,  
Na superfície fria, sombras passam distantes. 

Nosso destino se perde entre o cinza e roxo 
Memórias dispersas rompem como fio frouxo.
Sobrevida nas entranhas de um mundo morto,
No subterrâneo, achando algum conforto.

O céu já foi Vanila...
Agora Cinza e Roxo...

Entre o Cinza e Roxo

 Wake Beneath the Cross is a post-hardcore concept album that fuses Christian faith with Lovecraftian dread, unfolding across a cursed coastal town lost to ancient darkness. Through haunting lyrics and explosive instrumentation, the album follows a cliffside poet, a redeemed foreigner, and shipwrecked sailors as they confront demonic forces, ancestral idols, and the cost of salvation.

 Each track is a chapter in their spiritual war—lamenting long voyages through profane lands, breaking tribal curses, and ultimately facing a final choice: escape on the last ship, or stay and fight for a town that may already be lost. With themes of redemption, sacrifice, and divine defiance, the album ends on a cliffhanger, leaving the fate of the town—and the souls within—up to the listener’s interpretation.

 For fans of narrative-driven heavy music, Wake Beneath the Cross is both a battle cry and a benediction.

The Hollow Below

WE ARE THE DIRT WE ARE THE MORBID WE ARE THE HURT NO CAP GET TURNT

(Riff by JINNKILLZ)

WE ARE THE DIRT (feat. pezzhead & Deijuvhs)

Spotify on Monday

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Beat : https://soundcloud.com/estheticgloom

Mixed : https://soundcloud.com/33marrow

Art : @demonbless

FUCK YOU, CORONA

CHECKMATE! (feat 83 HADES)(prod. 8oz.)

FUCK YOUR SPEAKERS
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