“Talkin Tools” is a sculpted piece of lyrical craftsmanship, where every word feels weighed, worn, and deliberate. Lux Coven turns inherited objects into living metaphors—tools that speak, remember, and judge. The track walks a fine line between control and consequence, letting the imagery do the heavy lifting without ever raising its voice. It’s not a song that demands attention—it earns it, line by line, like an old truth finally spoken aloud.

Talkin Tools

Magic

WaitAFuckingMinute

TickingFuse

SayNoMo

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🎶 FatMatt x GhostFish Radio  

Dark rap • Horrorcore • Outlaw Country • Southern Gothic vibes.  
Matthew Lukac aka FatMatt | GhostFish | Scarecrow’s Cousin.  

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#GhostFish #FatMatt #DarkRap #Horrorcore #Kingsbury

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Steam curls off the morning cup,
Kitchen clock won’t shut up.
You stare at the chair like an old routine,
The window fogs with what might’ve been.
You don’t reach for the sugar jar
You drink in the quiet, thinking how things are.

It’s a black coffee morning,
Still dealing with the blow.
You nurse that cup like it still holds hope.
It’s not the caffeine that makes your hands shake
Love’s ghost don’t die, it circles the ache.

Her raincoat hangs by the back door,
You sweep the floor ’til your back gets sore.
Neighbors wave like the world’s moved on,
You find yourself still humming her song.
There’s rain on the sill, the floorboards creak,
You stir your thoughts while the kettle leaks.

It’s a black coffee morning,
You sip on sorrow like it’s all you know.
You keep holding what you ought to let go.
It’s not the caffeine that keeps you awake
Love don’t end clean, it just slips away

You pour another, can’t taste the heat,
The bitter burns, tastes like defeat.
The mouth remembers, the heart tries to forget —
Every swallow stirs the old regrets.
She’s gone, but still inside your skin,
Like the dark brew you keep letting in.

It’s a black coffee morning,
And it’s bruising you slow.
You warm your hands on what you ought to let go.
You’d rather drink pain than drink the air —
Cause the empty don’t love you, or answer your prayer.

Black Coffee Morning

Rise for Justice

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Dirty 90s boom-bap, smoky couch vibes. If this hits, smash repost. 💚

Smoke and Truth

Cold sparks dance on the midnight wire,

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