05 Crazy High

G.R.

Made Skeleton

Division

Skateboard Surfers Freestyles (Explicit)

Unfiltered, loud, and gloriously immature — “Eat Shit” is everything you love about punk rock packed into one explosive track.
Catchy hooks, crunchy guitars, and that perfect “we-don’t-care” energy. Turn it up, shout it out, and piss off your neighbors.

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Lyrics -

Eat shit, eat shit

Fake friends smiling, knives in their hands
Stab you in the back, they’ll never understand
You play your games, you think you’re slick
I got two words for you real quick

Eat shit, I’m not your friend
Eat shit, don’t play pretend
Eat shit, this is our song
Sing it loud, scream along

Eat shit forever, sing it with pride
We’re punk as hell till the day we die

Thought you could break me, thought I’d fall
I stand my ground, I don’t give a call
Laugh in your face, watch me resist
I got one more line for you, just like this

Eat shit, back off now
Eat shit, take a bow
Eat shit, we run this town
Scream it loud, shake the ground

No rules, no chains, we make our own way
Kick the system, burn the cliché
Eat shit, we won’t comply
Eat shit, we reach the sky

Sing it loud, this is mine!!!

Eat Shit

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A teen makes a bad decision and pays the ultimate price

The Choice

On this EP I tried letting go and just creating what i feel, because even though music is a businesses it's still music and i just cant forget who i am

02-Clock

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Song Lyrics:

Head up, eyes wide—let the night write back,
Questions in my chest, I let the starlight track.
If wonder is worship, then I’m on my knees,
I listen for the Word that turned “nothing” to Be.

I pace on the roof of the world, let the wind keep score,
Every silence a syllabus, every cliff a door.
I’ve been measuring time with a wristwatch lie,
But the truth keeps beating where the ticks can’t buy.
Circuitry hums in the skull—still the heart says “hush,”
Let the cosmos speak in a low-tone rush.
From quark to choir, from spiral to skin,
Every pattern’s a path, every path says “Begin.”
I don’t bargain with chance, I audit the awe,
Read constellations like clauses in law.
If doubt is a desert, then thirst is a guide,
I drink from a question, and faith floods the tide.
Minds make models, gravity pulls;
I drop my pride and the riddle turns full.

Head up, eyes wide—let the night write back,
Questions in my chest, I let the starlight track.
If wonder is worship, then I’m on my knees,
I listen for the Word that turned “nothing” to Be.


I’ve argued in circles till language frayed,
Then found a straight line where the sunrise stayed.
Hands in the soil, but my sight past sky,
Where cause meets purpose and reason asks “Why?”
Blueprints whisper in bones and trees,
And mercy is woven in casualties.
I’ve seen power without need, giving without debt,
A table in the famine where the hungry are met.
When proofs run thin, the simple lives confess—
A mother’s patience, a stranger’s yes.
So I count my breaths like beads on a thread,
Each one returns to the First I’ve read.
Not a halo of answers, a habit of sight—
I practice attention till the dark births light.

If thinking is kneeling with the lights still on,
Then let my mind bow till the night is gone.

Head up, eyes wide—let the night write back,
Questions in my chest, I let the starlight track.
If wonder is worship, then I’m on my knees,
I listen for the Word that turned “nothing” to Be.


I don’t claim I’ve seen You—eyes are small,
But the signs keep stacking like a courtroom wall.
Shells in spirals, rivers in veins,
Thunder that scribbles electric refrains.
I chase what’s true with a pilgrim’s pace,
Every step a confession, not a race.
If clocks make cages, then I break those bars,
And travel by meanings, not just by stars.
The First and the Last—outside my clock,
Yet here in the marrow where the pulses knock.
So I gift You my questions, raw, untamed,
You gift me a hush where the fear is tamed.
And when the choir of reasons falls asleep,
A single word wakes everything deep.

(Twice)
Head up, eyes wide—let the night write back,
Questions in my chest, I let the starlight track.
If wonder is worship, then I’m on my knees,
I listen for the Word that turned “nothing” to Be.


Ponder

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