my best friend

NOTES: very long personal song about dysphoria and psychosis

produced by me
with samples from holidaykiss, synthesized through openai jukebox
written by me
mixed/mastered by me

lyrics:
i saw the eyes of god in the moon
they looked at me and right past you
so you didn't catch his eye
and you still claim that it wasn't real
i saw the blood of god in the dunes
the craters give off platinum fumes
from a wound so deep i'd die
and you still claim that it wasn't real

its all plastic
you dont seem to care
this isnt lasting
it breaks, it bends, it tears

(very large instrumental buildup)

I TRIED TO UPHOLD THE TRADITION I SWEAR
YOU THINK YOU HAVE IT HARD? THIS IS MY LOAD TO BEAR
THERES NOTHING FOR TRAITORS
THERES NOTHING FOR ME
ASHAMED OF THE PARASITIC STRANDS I MUST WEAR
THEYRE TAKEN TO BLADE BUT THEY JUST DONT SEEM TO CARE
THERES NOTHING FOR TRAITORS
THERES NOTHING FOR ME

there is nothing

made this entirely on my Polyend Tracker 

banner art by @/pantsu_ripper

Lyrics: 

I think about you
How, how could you become someone that don't amount to none
I feel like you don't know what's bound to happen yet you throw
throw some punches left and right and land on something

Like you don't know me
If if you had asked like 20 times I might have showed
Something else besides what is inevitable
Close yours and look for what's next to come

People say you fake, but these people ain't okey, people always hate, and people never, 
People never take, these folks they never stay, never ever
Always out to blame, other people takes and other peoples traits

Call me, I I thought about it and now I want you to call me
Get off me, keep conflicting my own thoughts because I want it
I want it said I really want it
I want it because I really want it
I want it yeah right I really want it
I want it because I really want


I could've died died
But but think about
Now you are mine mine
And there is so much to it
If you could smile smile
Just for a second would it
Hurt to try try
Come on and show me what you 
Got got got yeah

Rör på era fötter oh ah ah ah
Och vicka era höfter oh la la la
Gör som vi, till denna melodi

Back to front I'm feeling like an edible
Close the close the close the fucking door I'll rush out animal 
Steam is coming out my ears I'm fearing i can't hear no more
Blinded by the way you move your vocals you're so flexible 

I'm sitting hear thinking that i
I should have called you
But only if you want to i swear I'm not a bother
I kid you not I'm not as stupid as your father
Don't be a creep and just confront me let's just call her.

and Let's just call her

I got my t-shirt 
Don't wanna diss er
But yeah I'm scared uh

Please get on your mic, I'm tryna contact you but
You think it's lie, how is communicating 
Backwards in your mind, don't try to confiscate my words because they're mine, I'm not your toy to play with

Så rör på era fötter oh ah ah ah
Och vicka era höfter oh la la la
Gör som vi, till denna melodi

Och vicka era höfter oh la la la
Gör som vi, till denna melodi

call'r

wl (feat. blackwinterwells)

i'm dead

Jinro Chamisul ft. emotegi

uploaded: 6/2/2021
original cover art
original quality.

⓷ - Kmoe(Gloves) cute version

synths - me and tele
guitars/bass/drums - tele
cleans/harshes/writing/vocal engineering - me
mix and master - tele
art illustration - marsy 
art composite/dither/color - me

@telebasher
@marsy333

wanted you...

zonedout - WEBCORE TRACK 486 (prod. phntmzn bR)

||| Once We Were Divine |||

An ode to remembering the forgotten truths of what it means to be human...
The power of feeling
The moment... 
The raw and real beating of blood and biology

The reclamation of time
Life
Connection
Empathy
Love 
Community

The power of forgetting the lies and behavioural conditioning
Turning away from fear

Embracing the self
The divine
Our birthright

Watch the video here
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WqqSEWOVCdI

Once We Were Divine

https://soundcloud.com/acounta
https://soundcloud.com/5-0-0

500 - plastic memories (acounta's crying in the car mix)

“Steps" out NOW

mgmt: lipglossmgmt@gmail.com
priestess of light and healing

there is nothing

phixel