Sent this verse section to my Christian friend, he said he’s praying for me because I’m a “dark, twisted fuck.”

Put a bullet in ur brain that’ll open up ur third eye 

@Sleepless im Gehenna my christain friend be like ill pray for u 

Prod. by Foxwedding

Verse 1

I try to stay positive I’m in a negative place
I try to apply all my paints in the negative space
I tried to describe all their pain just to take it away 
I tried to invite them to stay in a dangerous place 
Where ravens still play, on plains, with stakes
They place inside their veins we’re vain they’re fake
But I’m the same I hate my ways it weighs me down
I’m bound to drown and blind to faith and fate afraid 
I can’t defeat I stay in frays beneath LA alone
The rain won’t fade away

Hook

Samsara now I know I’m getting my karma
Keeping my head above water 
When I say I’m sorry I’m shedding my armor 
When I wake up then you better be gone I’ll go

Verse 2


I thought I was alone in a haunted home lost
With the Sadakos look at what the monochrome brought
One day when the sky falls they’ll say I wasn’t like them
Trace all the steps where the god of crows walked
Crop-Circles scarecrow bought his own plot 
Lost virtue barefoot rocks below steps
I’ll hurt you it’s all I know I just don’t talk 
When the particles part my heart will survive in this
Dark with a light in it spark from a type of flint
Flint water in our diets hiding in the lion’s den
Words like a rain-catcher first til the fire catch
Search through the paint splatter birds in a wire mesh
I defend my idle friends tell me where the time all went?
A product of environment is caught up in the spider-web
Dialect why would you admire this?
I invent my defects the high is just a side-effect
Careful cuz that might affect you
I cook up my defense like a Phalanx
A fence full of talons
Ask me anything I’ll deflect it with talent 
Reflections infected with malice, amputate me
I’ll re-animate after they leave 
Limbs hang by a limb I can’t mask the gangrene 
When the path that I travel’s dilapidating 
In daydreams that I have I decapitate kings

L'appel Du Vide

Samsara (Prod. Foxwedding)

Haunted Gardens

8 ½ (Prod. by Televangel)

Daisies (Prod. by Bubbymane, cello by Luke Janela)

From the Gossamer (Prod. by Svd & Senzoshi)

Produced by Foxwedding
Backing vocals by Lotte Kestner
Violin by Michelle Kim
Artwork by Creators&Destroyers

Lyrics:

Hook:

None of us are saints, but some of us ain’t
You love the paint but the colors will change
Staring out the window again
A hundred rain drops still sit on my skin 

VERSE 1:

Messages in bottles
Lessons that I etched as a staccato 
I go Hatori Hanzo with the gonzo
Until I fill the hollows
Bones dipped in gold go vibrato 
Falsettos cause an echo but for how long?
Heavy as I’ve ever been
Heaven’s just a death away
Boulder-shouldered seraphim 
Broke everything that’s delicate 
Looking at yourself again
Yet you never self reflect
Orpheus & Eurydice 
Like you’ve been to Hell and back 
Innocent to diffident
Indifferent to the dissonance 
Drifting in and out of indolence
Indecent and still in descent 
Disparate makes desperate
I’m distant when I ponder on the infinite
Walk along the precipice 
Always on defensive when 
Autonom reflixiveness 
Albatross’ eloquent 
Watch me while I levitate
Crawling on the Zeppelins
Monologues are deafening 
Do anything to exit 
When I’m lost among the desolate

VERSE 2:

Stalagmites inside my mouth 
Ultraviolet fire-bound
Take the grey I find
And maybe I can make it light up now
Lately I admire how
You make things seem lively 
When I’m dying out 
Words are like a spiderweb I’m spiral bound
My la fleur planting haunted gardens 
Where the scars are formed 
Pluck my heart like harpsichords 
Til one of ours will wash ashore 
Baited breath til sharks’ll swarm
Bay of pigs we’re art of war
Bayonets I’m marching toward 
Lately I’ve been Lobster Boy
I’m running out of air to breathe, be
coming what I’m scared to see, leave
Nothing to the parakeets, these
Summers that appeared to be, dreams
Prisoners of the moment
living among the stoic
Prisms of other omens
Visions becoming real
Sometimes it’s just too surreal
So tell me how do you feel?
Are all the walls closing in?
When only the blue prevails
Stuck in a blooper reel 
Where nothing is beautiful 
A heart like beluga whale
Awaits for the wounds to heal

Saints (Prod. by Foxwedding)

Produced by Suni Vega and Arzon
Cover Art by Felix Velvet

Pet Sematary

Pet Sematary (Prod. by Suni Vega & Arzon)

Produced by Aloe Yoroi, Steezy Prime and Arael

The bodies still litter the plain
The water's been tinted with stains
Your god is indifferent to pain
You all think your different 
You’re not all that different
All of us fit in a grave 

Watch how I kill what I hate
The audience filled with the plague again
Monuments built in their name again
Toxins instilled in their brains, feeling ashamed 
Since all you loved still burned to ashes
We reassembled and turned to statues 
Gargoyles stayed perched on chapels
Search a surface immersed in blackness 
Tongues are tungsten lungs are sunk in
A hunger lingers when stomach hums hymns 
To summon something, succumb to numb
Running from the glum ribs drums to sunsets 
Dead, says the little voice in your head
So you wrote it all with poisonous lead 
Protocol for the fall, White Dawn 
Where sequoias won’t rest, blood drawn 
From an oil-struck chest 
A world in division, war of attrition 
We’re all so deficient, where are the victims?
Worship the warship that wards off the spirits 
Sometimes reality’s worse than the fear is 

The bodies still litter the plain
The water's been tinted with stains
Your god is indifferent to pain
You all think your different 
You’re not all that different
All of us fit in a grave 

Do as thou wilt til the flowers wilt

Verse 2:
Bloody handprints decorate my room, 
I’ll never forsake my tomb
It's a cave I was chased into
It’s okay when I break in two
When I crave to escape this gloom 
Encased in doom with the craven few
Cagey in a cage so the Raven flew
Even if I suffocate from tasting fumes
Stay strained in the brain til the grave
We don't stay in bloom

Black Plague
Ring around the rosie pockets full of lint
Black Plague 
Fingers round a 40 watch me roll a spliff
Black Plague 
If you stay sane, you'll be no better than a carcass with medicated cold eyes
If you make waves you'll be the center of a target, ready-aim bulls-eye

Hook:
Black Plague, Black Plague
Black Plague, Black Plague 
Birth to the ashtray, life in the fast lane
Look at what the crows dragged in

Pet Sematary (Prod. by Suni Vega & Arzon)

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