written, recorded & engineered by DEARCL March 2025
produced by Beat Haven

linktr.ee/dearcl113 - Check out some ideas of mine

[lyrics]

Ideas aren't yours, all that credit goes above 
So really what's the point, to even think it up
They be throwing you crumbs as ideas just out of dust
And they'll take it all away if you don't just do enough

We'd call this shit abuse but they call this shit the love 
I started with the ghost, everybody said it's dumb
I kept it all inside, there was nothing I could touch
Didn't matter who I am - they were blocked to see what was

Couple years pass, push the ghost inside the sun 
Nobody'd feel that, but they'd steal the flow for one
On the second took the presence, when I left I kept it numb
Years later see the premise, just another one become

So I don't feel a passion for this shit I should've done
I don't feel reactions cause I feel it'd never help 
I been pushed to tell a story but it's feeling fucking dumb
Just another idea that'd get stolen if it comes

Life it push and force you, either way it's gonna run
It's deciding what you are, it's deciding how you're stuck
It's another idea, that be popping in for some 
For others it's a loss - cause they never did enough
Ideas aren't yours - they be limited to what? 
Ideas aren't yours - they be coming from above
I don't want to tell a story so my story kind of stuck 
I don't want to tell a story but I'm forced to from above

Hard to care about a dream, when there's nothing that I want 
Hard to really ever see, how I'm blocking out the love 
Hard to care about the money if the money leave you stuck 
I don't want to tell the story bout the life I'm living up 

I don't feel like Edgar Allen, I'm no King inside the sun 
Like it shift me out of balance and the passion really null
It's another idea that be coming to my skull 
But I don't really want it - yeah I'd rather keep it numb 

I guess that's just the reason I be living with the crumbs 
Ideas aren't yours - they be coming from above 
Get reminded of the futileness of living in what 
Rather die than tell the story of the feelings that I got 

So I don't know the story, know the details of a sum 
So it is not important, all the bullshit we had done 
My stories not my fortune and it's not what I'd become
So my idea is to keep for myself - and that's enough.

Ideas Aren't Yours

ATOMFALL

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SINK OR SWIM

this one goes out to you johnny fucking drywall

(Verse 1)
Johnny fucking Dryballer, screen name bright, hides a darkness in his light
Thirty thousand followers see the jokes and the silly spree
But behind the painted wall, shadows twist and horrors crawl
A heavy hand, a bitter tongue, lessons taught when life was brought

(Chorus)
He showed them fists instead of grace, a twisted smile upon his shitty face
"Like daddy does," the whisper low, as tiny hands began to know
The helpless whimper, soft and small, against the fucking cold kennel wall
Johnny  fucking Dryballer, TikTok king, teaches cruelty, the joys it brings

(Verse 2)
Little paws that used to leap, now cowers in her frightened sleep
Small yelps choked before they start, a mirrored image in their heart
The laughter of a shitty broken man, echoing through their cruel fucking plan
He brags online about his pups, a charming fake idol, while innocence begins to break

(Chorus)
He showed them fists instead of grace, a twisted smile upon his shitty face
"Like daddy does," the whisper low, as tiny hands began to know
The helpless whimper, soft and small, against the fucking cold kennel wall
Johnny fucking Dryballer, TikTok king, teaches cruelty, the joys it brings

(Bridge)
No viral dance, no catchy sound, can bury truth beneath the ground
The silence screams, the bruises tell, a living nightmare in their fucking hell
That blue check mark, a hollow prize, reflecting evil in his bloody eyes

(Chorus)
He showed them fists instead of grace, a twisted smile upon his shitty face
"Like daddy does," the whisper low, as tiny hands began to know
The helpless whimper, soft and small, against the fucking cold kennel wall
Johnny fucking Dryballer, TikTok king, teaches cruelty, the joys it brings

(Outro)
Beyond the likes, beyond the views, a trail of his pain and lies he always brews
A loser's life, a heart of stone, Johnny fucking Dryballer stands so fucking alone.
The puppies cry, a silent plea, for someone to just let them free.

Fuck You Johnny Fucking Drywall

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