Let go

For the boys who blame bone structure while sleeping in crusty sheets.
This isn’t a diss track. It’s a diagnosis.

Lyrics

You think it’s your bone structure?
Your height? Your race?
Nah.
It’s the smell of Coom and rage on your face.

She owes you sex ’cause you said “hello”?
Bro, you smell like piss and incel woe.
You call her whore, then dream of a kiss,
All while jerking off in your gamer abyss.

You said: “If I was six foot one…”
“If I had blue eyes, I’d get some.”
Nah, Blackpill Boy, it’s not your genes,
It’s the skid marks crusting your boxer seams.

Blackpill Boy, Blackpill Boy, crying on your bed,
Mirror, mirror on the thread, why’d I dream of head?
Crave untouched girls, insult the rest,
But talk like someone failed the Turing test.

You want a doll with no desire,
But scream at women who won’t admire.
You say you’re “good,” a tortured soul,
Then call us sluts and beg for holes.

You’re not a sage, you’re not profound,
You’re just a dude who never left the lounge.
You hate “Stacy” ‘cause she won’t reply,
But she saw your post… and wants to die.

You blame your jawline, height, your race,
But bro, you haven’t showered in days.
It’s not your skull, it’s the stench of rot,
Even Alexa wouldn’t give you a shot.

No cardio, coom covered sheets
You live off porn and processed meats.
Yet still demand some virgin muse,
Like girls are born for you to use.

So choke on stats, and hate online,
Even your fleshlight wants to resign.
Girls owe nothing, and this ain’t a game,
We see your soul. And it’s fucking lame.

Blackpill Boy, you cry “unfair,”
But rot grows best when fed stale air.
Keep blaming girls, keep dodging life,
An “incel” you’ll stay, without a wife.

Blackpill Boy

She whispers like silk and cuts like glass—‘Plaything’ is a slow, sweet descent into obsession and emotional ruin.

You’re not loved—you’re used. ‘Plaything’ is a seductive execution set to a glitchy, low-burn trap beat.

Lyrics

Shh…
You’ll break prettier than I did.

I wear your gaze like stolen pearls,
A trophy from another girl.
You think I’m soft? I bite like sin,
I let you in, to tear you thin.

I smile like silk. I taste like knives.
I make you beg to stay alive.
You want my love? That’s not the game,
I only ever wanted pain.

Beg in silence, writhe with charm,
I only hold you to cause more harm.
I’m not a lover. I’m the one,
That whispers to bring you undone.

I hate you all, hate every body,
You’re just my drug, opium poppy.
I use your love like lingerie,
Put it on, then throw away.
Pretty when you are broken,
When all the rage has awoken.
You’re a pet, a damaged toy,
You’re not a man, just broken noise.

You call it love, I call it a game,
You’re a puppet, for me to maim.
I lace my lips with sugar’s sting,
You hear a voice, I pull the string.

Wounds make art, tears, perfume,
I want your heart to be my room.
Where all the echoes crawl in hell,
You’re not a man, you’re just a shell.

I hate you all, hate every body,
Your just my drug, opium poppy.
I use your love like lingerie,
Put it on, then throw away.
Pretty when you are broken,
When all the rage has awoken.
You’re a pet, a damaged toy,
You’re not a man, just broken noise.

You’ll miss me like a wound its blade,
Not when it strikes, but when it fades.
The knife withdraws, then it bleeds.
The worst was always after me.

Plaything

Double Vision

Get Me Outta Here

Long live Jahseh.
rec/mix/master - CHRISTOS
prod - John Cunningham

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bad vibes forever (remix)

First Time

"My Home" is a heartfelt ode to the place, and perhaps more importantly, the people, that truly represent safety, belonging, and peace for me. It’s not just about a physical building, but the feeling of utter contentment and security that comes from being surrounded by the love of my husband and children, here in Finnmark. 

This song captures the warmth, the comfort, and the sense of deep roots that define what "home" truly means to me—a sanctuary built on love, laughter, and unwavering support.

My Home (Remastered)

Letting Go Too Soon

all of ROADS GOES EVER EVER ON song in one place.

ROADS GOES EVER EVER ON - Acoustic v2

Shattered in Your Silence

Sweet venom. Sad poetry. Savage satire.
I write in the places where shame flirts with seduction,
where heartbreak lingers like perfume, and grief begs for one more hit.
Some tracks are lullabies for lost boys. Others are traps disguised as tenderness.
You’ll find humour, humiliation, and hurt, often tangled together.
There are stories here. Of pain. Of power. Of things people don’t want to admit they feel.
If you’re unsure whether to laugh, cry, or look away, 
good. That means it’s honest.

(And yes, some songs still bite.)

Always open for song topic requests.

Blackpill Boy

Selkie Girl