People Downstairs

(death to yuriel)

There are some drugs that I still have to overdose on
But I don't give a shit; to me it's not really poison
You can call me a skel clone but realistically I just hate my life
And there are some things that I still have to decide

Romance is dead and so are you in my bed
I want you to rot there
I didn't give you no last words
The last thing I heard
Was your screams from the tape

You promised you'd stay forever
And now I just get high
You're really a sick fuck
And I hope you fucking die
All you say yet I manage to see through your lies
Deceiving little scum, how 'bout you leave my life?

You think you're slick? Well, you thought wrong
I've been watching you through cams and an airtag in your purse
You might think I'm crazy, or it's a curse
But you did this to yourself
You can't cry or call for help
No one but me will hear your screams
My plan was successful
Another decomposed soul
'Cause no one's saving you

Really saw a life with you
My last spark of hope
I guess it was fucking useless
You're just another stupid hoe
And don't you dare come back
No matter how much you're fucking sad
I'll choose drugs over your ass anytime, any day

Romance is dead and so are you in my bed, I want you to rot there
I didn't give you no last words; the last thing I heard was your screams from the tape
Romance is dead and so are you in my bed, I want you to rot there
I didn't give you no last words; the last thing I heard was your screams from the tape

saving u (ft. girled) [prod. me]

Written, recorded, mixed, and mastered by Aidan Bugliarisi in British Columbia. Thank you Angelica, Gabriel, Christopher, Stanley the dove, and the Duke

Grin

Lightning crash, and thunder roar, wind rip ‘cross the sky.
Looks like it’ll rain some more.
Water level’s rising high, clouds and darkness fill the sky.
Limbs and branches start to fly.

Hurricane is on its way, say it will be bad.
This might be our judgment day.
Watch the maps, it’s getting near, lots of anguish, lots of fear
Third one that we’ve had this year.

Every time you look there’s a disaster going on.
Bombs exploding, guns reloading, it’s a heart attack, start coding.
When you go to bed each night, what’s it gonna be?
What’s tomorrow’s calamity?

INSTRUMENTAL

Earthquake’s got the ground a’shaking, tearing down the walls.
It’s so hot the earth is baking.
Just what good is being free, when the sun beats down on me?
Just one more calamity.

Every time you look there’s a disaster going on.
Bombs exploding, guns reloading, it’s a heart attack, start coding.
When you go to bed each night, what’s it gonna be?
What’s tomorrow’s calamity?

Calamity

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Recorded mixed and mastered by Erik Paulson.
Photos by Jacob Beitel.
Jams by us :)

Joner

LYRICS:
Snow makes a sheet outside my window
The air is so cold and bleak
It's always dark at 4:30
I can't even see the trees

We're slowly rolling through the meadow
We catch a whiff of the breeze
Laying in the green grass, we see a rainbow
She takes an apple from the tree

I look up high, and I don't know why
I see a gray cloud looming
My head aches; 3 months and counting
Just imagine this with me:

A calming sunset on the ocean
A touch of green fills the sea
Away for a week, the sand is on your feet
As you hear the waves rolling deep
A soothing moonlight in a different country
Probably Venice, Italy
With glasses in hand we're floating down a stream
But you're stuck in the middle of winter with me

I'm Stuck in the Middle of Winter

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