This is real inkwelcore, a brutal tale of the lost male

This might be the realest song I've ever heard. Made me relive my own year of wagie work

this song is fucking beautiful please dont die bro

doing nothing again

Pleasure in the flesh
It is all that's left
Loading up my guns
And killing just for fun
Nothing here is real
Nowhere to appeal
Actions have no weight 
I'm in outerspace
It is so surreal
Each bullet carries so much sorrow
Can't hear em yeah your cries ring hollow
Like dogs begging for their dinner
My bushmaster makes your bones splinter
In bullet time I can see slowmo
Skull splitter coming for your head yo
You'll die and it won't matter
Turn the gun on myself go splatter
Surreal

surreal

[Intro]
Should've seen my face
When I turned up to work
In a coat far too big
My anxieties lurked
A man named Brandon
Showed me around
Taught how to talk to customers
When more were inbound

[Verse 1]
The first thing I did
Was I fucked up an order
The guy was so pissed
And he called me a slur
I spent all night
Cleaning the floor
The hurl from the kids
Made me sick to my core

Did you know it's
illegal
to work a minor on the
night shift
But it seems that's
the deal
I don't know how I
survived that shit

[Chorus]
Constant nights of wanting to kill myself
They say a lot of things, they think I'm suicidal
Constant times I've seen myself worse and worse
My eyebags make me look like I am suicidal

[Verse 2]
Shout out to the bathroom
Where I screamed my lungs off
It was my only safe space
That was never enough
Thank fuck for my brain
Who knew when to quit
When I started to hallucinate
I think that was it

There's been so many times
That I want to die
McDonalds gave me insomnia
And I don't think that's right
The manager's on weed
and he's flirting with teens
I don't know what to do
What the fuck does this all mean

[Solo]

[Chorus]
Constant nights of wanting to kill myself
They say a lot of things, they think I'm suicidal
Constant times I've seen myself worse and worse
My eyebags make me look like I am suicidal

[Verse 3]
My college work is due
I've got so much to do
I'm sleeping for an hour
And I want to redo
I've started sexualising
my own death
And I think that's fucked up
But I still hold my breath

Why does life suck
Woe is me
You're sickly little prickly
And you think that you should leave
I googled how to hang myself
It told me not to grieve
I wanted gone so hard
Yet I rolled down my sleeve

[Intermission]
I can't hear you
I can't see you
I can't read the
things you want to do
I can't escape myself
I can't relate myself
I can't shape the world
into itself

[Verse 4]
One time I heard a voice
It came from a corpse
He said quit your job
And he started to warp
McDonalds drove me down to
the pits of insanity
I don't know what to do
And I think that I'm panicking

I came up with a plan
to fix my head
I'll quit my job
so I don't end up dead
I handed in my two weeks
And never looked back
Fuck that establishment
And fuck all of those twats

[Chorus]
Constant nights of wanting to kill myself
They say a lot of things, they think I'm suicidal
Constant times I've seen myself worse and worse
My eyebags make me look like I am suicidal
There's people telling me that I am suicidal
I think it's funny because I don't want to die
The voices yell at me that I am suicidal

[Solo 2]

Working at McDonalds unironically made me suicidal

my life really sucks
so fuck it im getting drunk
ill have a beer or two
and maybe go shoot myself

ill drink myself to death
cause its all fuckin pointless
i hope i die tonight
by alcohol poisoning

goodbye everyone
it was nice knowing you all
but this is my end
you wont ever see me again
forgive me im sorry
this is the best apology
that i could do
dont worry about me just worry about you

just worry about you

alcohol poisoning

Hey there pretty baby 
I heard you like to listen to incelcore

I wanna waste away 
I said I like your taste 
and that I like your face
I wanna hang out more

"It's over now" they say
they say "It's over now" 
they say
they say "It's over now" 
but you got my face off the ground

I'll be your sodaboy
and we could make some noise
with a laptop and cheap guitar
girl you could crash my car
I'll be right where you are

and if a double decker bus
crashes into us
to die by your side
is such a heavenly way to die

and if a ten ton truck
kills the both of us
to die by your side
is such a heavenly way to die

she said she likes incelcore

shes 5 foot and 5 bodies deep
she larps as a hikki femcel neet
my interests put her to sleep
and to her im just a creep
shes really fucking underweight
bmi and iq roughly the same
i wouldnt doubt if shes been raped
sorry if thats rude to say

i wanna save her 
i wanna play the knight in her fucked up fairytale
i wanna help her
shed probably laugh if i even tried to care

your so hot im so gay
for thinking that you can be saved
in her palm a razor
she cuts herself and thats ok
your so hot im so gay
for thinking that you can be saved
in her palm a razor
she cuts herself and thats ok

think im attacted to her pain
i put her off its such a shame
you dumbass foids are all the same
ill fucking light my house in flames
how the fuck did i end up in this place
6 years of my life have stayed the same
i should blast off my fucking face
and maybe then youll feel my pain 

i wanna save her 
i wanna play the knight in her fucked up fairytale
i wanna help her
shed probably laugh if i even tried to care

pretty girls cutting themselves

why has she
got to be
so far 
far away from me

far far away

love ya!








i hate you
you had to
die for me to
live for two

get me get me out
save me from myself
blame me blame me now
save me

please
break
me
i know it 
you know it

save me from myself

Incestcore vol. 1 6/2/25

I thought i only took a few
Now there's shadows in my room 
And i want them gone
Why are there whispers too
What the hell did i consume
I think i hear my mom

I think the shadow people bite
The end is nowhere in sight
They're really fucking up my night
Think i'm losing my mind

I can't stop nodding off
At least i don't have a cough
My fucking stomach hurts
When will this nightmare stop
Why do i hear the cops
There's vomit on my shirt

I think the shadow people bite
They're really giving me a fright
Why are they fucking up my night
Think i'm losing my mind

I think i might have died
But god makes me feel alright

loser

FRAKKIN OUT

2 steps forward. 1 step back.

the very bottom of the barrel when it comes to both musical skill and social interaction. if SoundCloud recommended me to you, I am deeply sorry

Working at McDonalds unironically made me suicidal

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