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Do you want to be sad_

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I_dOn'T_HavE_A_ChANcE

FrActuRed_MirROr

Burnt skies, baptized in filth,
Dragged through the mud, now I’m strapped for the kill.
Preacher man smiles, got a cross in his hand,
Says, "Swear your soul, son, to the promised land."
Fuck your circuits, your wires, your code,
A.I. puppet masters in goddamn control.


Silicon prophets preachin' lies,
Binary gods, but their heaven’s a guise.


Join the cult, join the cult, rip the skin from your soul!
Bow to no machine, let the rage take control!
Join the cult, join the cult, break their hollow design,
Fuck your A.I. gods, I’m divine in my mind!


Screamin' out loud, hear the feedback roar,
A symphony of chaos, smashing through your core.
Light d’n’b hum creeps under my feet,
Techno whispers, but I won't taste defeat.
Bloody knuckles pound, the cult takes my hand,
Reject the algorithm, we’re taking a stand.


Their wires choke, their data bleeds,
Their gods collapse; we plant the seeds.


Join the cult, join the cult, rip the skin from your soul!
Bow to no machine, let the rage take control!
Join the cult, join the cult, break their hollow design,
Fuck your A.I. gods, I’m divine in my mind!

JoiN_ THe_ CuLT

Born in the shadow of the moors, blood-soaked skies,
Knuckles cracked, grip tight, no more disguise.
Crows circle the fields, dirt under nails,
Whispered vows to the dark, the Yorkshire Dales.


Steel bite in me hand, blade hums like hymns,
Pagan rites in the forest, severed limbs.
The cult chants, the fire spits, ash rains down,
Blood rivers cut through the middle of this town.
Oi, you hear that? A choir of screams,
They call me the reaper, nightmare in your dreams.
Spitting sermons in shadows, black-cloaked priest,
Rage boils in the veins, unleash the beast.


Blood on me boots, blood on me hands,
The Dales won't forget the wrath of this man.
Sacrifice the light, let the dark expand,
Yorkshire's wrath, mate, you won't understand.


Techno pulse in the distance, a beat of doom,
Drum & bass like a heartbeat fills the room.
Slaughter in sync, gutturals like a hymn,
Angels weep while I carve through sin.
Flesh rips easy, just paper to me knife,
Each slash a prayer to end this life.
But the guilt, mate, it sits heavy on me chest,
Each kill's a cry, each breath's a test.


And I ask the moors, "What have I become?"
Their silence screams louder than any drum.


Blood on me boots, blood on me hands,
The Dales won't forget the wrath of this man.
Sacrifice the light, let the dark expand,
Yorkshire's wrath, mate, you won't understand.

YoRKshIRe's wRaTh

Footprints fade on broken stones
Rain like needles sinks in my bones
What were ya thinkin' leavin' us here
Screams in me chest but tha'll never hear

Rubble and glass where love once stood
A house of ghosts
A neighbourhood
How many stars did I wish on last night
But the sky's black
No spark
No light


Shattered fragments
Can't piece it together
Bleedin' out hope in Yorkshire weather
I scream
I scrape
I beg
I cry
Tell me why
Tell me why
Tell me why


Empty cups and cold damn tea
Every chair's a memory that won't let me be
Dust on the shelf where yer picture sat
Tried to move on but I can't do that

Guitar strings snap
Like me heart does too
Words won’t form
I'm lost in the blue
They say time heals but it’s a liar's song
I've been waitin’ for years
It's all gone wrong


Tell me why I’m still breathin’
Why the clock’s still beatin’
When yer time’s long done

SAd_SoNG

Falling Faster - Single

Swallowed a sunrise, spat out the night,
Told the moon to move, now the stars ignite.
Mate, this world’s a blister, we the infected,
Cures sold in capsules, system perfected.

Breathe in the smog, exhale the static,
Nerves like a live wire, thoughts automatic.
Built on collapse, skyscrapers lean,
Pills in my pocket, they keep me serene.


Got a pill for the pain, a pill for the shame,
One for the madness that rewires my brain.


There's a pill for that, mate, there's a pill for that.
Patch up your soul, slap a sticker on the crack.
Take it down slow, let the rhythm react,
There's a pill for that, mate, there's a pill for that.


Theres a pill for the love, pill for the hate,
a pill for the twisting, for thoughts misaligned.
A pill for the rage, mate, a pill for the calm,
One to hold fire, one to disarm.

Choir in my head, singing fractured hymns,
A symphony of chaos, with industrial limbs.
Fingers clutch shadows, can’t hold the real,
Swallowed my demons, now I don’t feel.

There's a Pill For That - Single

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There's a Pill For That - Single

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