Blanketed by the Trees w/ skychaser, soru (skychaser)

To look in the sky
To look at myself
and what stares back at me 
is nothing else
If I find another corpse
And pop its head

Is it me
I am finding?
Or am I dead?

A gigantic black hole
Comes all over round here
A gigantic black hole
makes the heart so pure
(x2)

death is always such a dream 
that i always seem to dream
(x3)

i see all the things that haunt me

song:
https://sadexratrecords.bandcamp.com/track/krajina-ivouc-smrti-ii
album:
https://sadexratrecords.bandcamp.com/album/discography-2006-2009

Lakmé - Krajina Živoucí Smrti II

these waves tumble on into nothingness.
into nothingness.
and the sand can't keep up.
just collects itself, with the filth and bottle caps.
lost.
alone. 
no reason or name.
this highway stretches on into infinity.
but i can't grasp that.
just discontent that the sun won't set.
why can't i forget my pain, and leave my heart on the side of the road?
here i sit with tear filled eyes.
and no purpose in life.
just crying as it all passes me by.
but in the darkness all is still.
i finally understand.
i remain just another barrier to defeat.
another wall to break down.
i crumple these papers, and my face turns red.
but i just can't comprehend.
the light can't be seen, because it was never there.
a one way journey.
on its own path.
so i get up and walk.
with no direction in mind.
i scream and i cry.
these words fall on deaf ears.
just another complaint to the editor.
but he's got more important subjects to address.
than another distressed child merely learning the ways.
of this apathetic world.
fragile hearts calloused from the remainder of each mistake.
do not matter here.
we all mourn losses that were never our own.
but on this desolate road there are no shoulders to cry on.
no shoulders to cry on.
pick it up and start walking.
we've never mattered.
just footprints on a windy beach.
swept away.

Split w/ Caulfield

florentine camerata - no shoulders to cry on

decaying in the arms of the creator.
we're digging a grave.
lined with plastic, concrete, and easy money.
in it we throw ourselves.
we confide in this cell.
this fucking man made hell.
because we need it.
we feed it.
we love it.
while millions starve this machine gains weight.
imposing it's sermon of pomposity and hate.
burning in its bowels.
we're burning this world down.
and it consumes us.
but why would we care?
we've found god in the dollar bill.

florentine camerata - bargain whore

bargain whore

chroniko dont leave

the light of a million pills is nothing compared to ur love

Skramz

Snowy- Your arms are my cocoon jungle edit clip

Sample - coffee stains by bright little stars


Rotting corpse dance along
Funeral party swan song
Zombie dinner at dawn
Ghost hunting the fawn

Beetles in your mouth
Six legs spider
Blood bath moon stream
I smell your heart

Dance like domo
I am not invisible
Suffer like heart sings
Im a singer to the swan

bargain whore

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