written/performed/produced by SEPHA.
photo by ac boulton
mix/master with @https://soundcloud.com/drunkgirlmusic
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Twitter - twitter.com/_SEPHA
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Lyrics -

I left my life on pause
I sing it with a different sound
feel like I didn't write the plot.
this storys outside me now. 
this poltergeist is playin with stocks -
past loved one's invested in me
and my brains in a cage throwing rocks
annoyed by a lack of growth in me - though - 
your fears are from unverified sources
angry rhetoric without any clauses
they make you do their work - then leave you in the dirt
leave you in the room with bumps and unknown curses
but you find you were only in your head the whole time
recycling repetitions online
fixed to temporary pleasures to unwind
i'm sick of holding onto bad times

im sick
sick of holding on
to bad times

don't let bad times bring you away from the good ones but
is it right for me to ignore
what i fear could come
don't let bad times bring you away from the good ones but
is it right for me to ignore
what i fear could come
don't let bad times bring you down
don't let bad times bring you 
don't let bad times bring you 
don't let bad times bring you 
don't let bad times bring you away from the good ones but
is it right for me to ignore
what i fear could come
don't let bad times bring you 
don't let bad times bring you away
don't let bad times bring you 
don't let bad times bring you 

the ghost says i've got nothing 
only you and that's enough
stop rewriting memories as toxic
cos they became tough
you play the victim then you don't grow or learn 
and make the same mistakes
the choices bury you
and willfully your grave you made
but
fuck the past and fuck the future fuck the new
just make some room for you - before you die 
wishing you were high more
wishing you applied more
wishing your head wasn't two opposing arguments
always blocking off potential doors
and doors away from being here and now and
(here and now)

talked down to
working unskilled labour
tryna build to a new
but the times aren't in your favour 
oh whatchu gonna do
when the arts are a fragrance
all the lands left are consumed
and you need crops and not the flavours
but
there's nothing purer than seeing a stranger nearer
and makin the fire light up in somebody's eyes cos
when you loose pre occupations
with the structures that position us
loose the claims your staking or the heights in which you stood
your free again

your fucking free again.

im sick
sick of holding on
to bad times

don't let bad times bring you away from the good ones but
is it right for me to ignore
what i fear could come

don't let bad times bring you away from the good ones but
is it right for me to ignore
what i fear could come
don't let bad times bring you 
don't let bad times bring you 
don't let bad times bring you away
don't let bad times bring you 
don't let bad times bring you away from the good ones but
is it right for me to ignore
what i fear could come
don't let bad times bring you 
don't let bad times bring you
don't let bad times bring you away
don't let bad times bring you

SPOTIFY

static world

BLIND

written/performed/produced by SEPHA.
mixed/mastered w/ chio
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Twitter - twitter.com/_SEPHA
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Lyrics:
6am
get up
feel doubt
shake it off
walk about
while the sleeping sky is teasing you
tally scores
of the chores
of ur day
to rid away
all the clouds
that carry all ur desires and gods

gonna run with the pain til i feel high
gonna leave all my worries in an old life
x2
there's so many things that could kill u
so let it go
x2

works ends
it sucked
now its night time
ur a night guy
work for breaks guy
have a pint guy
hide ur thoughts guy
and appear
all smiles
to live the day
its first world problems
at a table
while third world devastation
through a screen
far away
makes u stressed at yourself
thinking why am i taking this for granted sink another one in on a bread line
not a death line
just a casual small wage alienation with information overload to keep you always envy dreaming

gonna run with the pain til i feel high
gonna leave all my worries in an old life
x2
there's so many things that could kill u 
so let it go
x2

its weekend 
wake up
make upf
or all the lost
hours spent on time for someone else
indulge
go big
everything's yours
to give 
til it goes back to the grind again
and u check ur
ur wasitline
ur frownline
ur health and ur bank account
and think why did i do that thing fuck it
its another day
probably do it again
try to break the pattern before it goes in circles

gonna run with the pain til i feel high
leave all my worries in an old life
leave all my worries in an old life
leave all my worries in a

gonna run with the pain til i feel high
gonna leave all my worries in an old life
x2
there's so many things that could kill u
so let it go
x2

so many things (that could kill u)

written/performed/produced by SEPHA.
mixed/mastered w/ chio
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AppleMusic/iTunes - itunes.apple.com/gb/artist/sepha/1243252989
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Twitter - twitter.com/_SEPHA
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no u never (gave into them)

prod https://soundcloud.com/netuhbeats

Lyrics AMV featured on IDLEGLANCE: https://youtu.be/VSndNp-LKfY

Lyrics

I been thinking too much, she say not enough
Screaming in my head, while she giving me a fucking gun

I been saying please stop, while she fill my cup
Pullin down my pants, so I fucked her but I didn’t nut

Man I used to fucking dream of coming this far
So why I call my doc, for a script, make the pain stop

I used to want a fucking pretty bitch to wake up
Now I wish she left, cuz she only like me fucked up

Wish I never met my mother fucking doctor
Diagnosed severe anxiety I gotta pop pills

Supposed to keep me from just walking off the edge shit
But all it make me do it stop caring when I end it

I feel tight in my chest
And I’m gasping for breath
Damn
I ain't got no self respect

I got stress in my neck
And you adding to it
Boi
I ain’t got nobody left

Fuck around with my eyes closed whippin
Bitch I count to ten in the last lane zippin

Blinded by the negative revisions
Aint wanna die but I’m sure sick of living

So I take a gamble with my life
Count my fucking days while I’m askin for a light

Bitch, you handing me a knife
Telling me to carve my fucking name up on your spine

Fuck I'm a loser
Mind be in the gutter ima sewer

Think I got a screw lose? 
Bitch what the fuck you do in my shoes? 

Know I'm gunna do worse
Destruction in my head, I need to disperse 

Fuck I'm a loser
Cant see a mother fucking future

I been thinking too much, she say not enough
Screaming in my head, while she giving me a fucking gun

I been saying please stop, while she fill my cup
Pullin down my pants, so I fucked her but I didn’t nut

Man I used to fucking dream of coming this far
So why I call my doc, for a script, make the pain stop

I used to want a fucking pretty bitch to wake up
Now I wish she left, cuz she only like me fucked up

Wish I never met my mother fucking doctor
Diagnosed severe anxiety I gotta pop pills

Supposed to keep me from just walking off the edge shit
But all it make me do it stop caring when I end it

I feel tight in my chest
And I’m gasping for breath
Damn
I ain't got no self respect

I got stress in my neck
And you adding to it
Boi
I ain’t got nobody left

Stressed Out

⸸ spotify / apple ⸸

Stressed Out (NetuH)

Tsunami J. & Manhertz - Glitches (Prod. Roosevelt)

Chaos Rising

Nową torbę

concrete wars

Cheers to my mans 
https://soundcloud.com/sepha-joey

Lyrics:

Rivilin
--
there’s something creeping down my bones
I think it’s you cus you’re the only who makes this your home
I don’t wanna know where you are
your drowning at my thoughts, but I think that I know I’m alone

I know I’m something that you discard
just like my father I was never fucking worth it in the end
my skins peeling off my fingertips
I think I’ve had I enough, I know that you wish I was dead
 
twinkle little star
how could I ever reach this far
wont you cut me up
break me down and say I’m all yours

manic depressed in the brain I’m fucked anyway can’t live a day without thinking I’m insane
these walls are breathing all again I see these faces laugh in the end
at me and I think it’s all pretend but deep down they know there alive inside me
breathing, changing, morphing me into something I hate

I can’t take it anymore man I wanna say that I’m ok but I’m not
I’m breaking down on the daily, shaking everyday I feel like I’ve lost
its ok, its ok, I never mattered anyway, just a fucked up in high school
lost where I wanted to be, lost what I wanted to see cause of you

family petitions to get admission into mental hospitals I hate
cause they don’t wanna see me anymore they can’t deal with this manic state
waking up in my bed alone, waking up all again its shown
that I have no faith in you, I don’t have faith in my own soul

where I do go in this journey, where do I turn when the path just always ends
with you and me facing each other turning pages I can’t mend
all these scars there shown deep down in my skin
I feel like, I’ve lost again

SEPHA.
--

Another 9 to the 5 
Another break to the bottle 
Break my pride and throttled
From the dust
Of the drab 

I’m Living for someone else
Im living someone else’s struggle 
Head gains weight and strains 
I’ll take a flight 
From my brain
Medicate - Play ur game

Well
Talk buys time in murder
Escape u then I’ll serve ya
Night sky beats like a war drum
It beats my ears 
In demon hums 
It treats my deer
To forest scum 
Consumed by willing forces
Participate In Clauses 

alarm beats 20 times
Out of speak out of rhyme 
Wake up 
Get to fuck
Another day 
Another grind X2
Fuck.

Bad taste (Ft. SEPHA.)

I can feel your pulse thumping in the walls
I can hear the silent echo from across the hall
It's in the air and I can feel my body rise and fall
Chills down my spine, poltergeist in my visual

Ghost in the sheets, get no sleep when i think of you
I'm not at peace, let me be or let me be with you
I need some closure, ain't had rest in a week or two
I'm sleepwalking with the spirit living in my room

I'm sleepwalking with the spirit living in my room
I'm sleepwalking with the spirit living in my room
Sleepwalking with the spirit living in my room

Your eyes imprinted, metaphysics stuck inside my head
Impulse, admission, ammunition aimed right at my chest
Your disposition fought the prison you were taught was blessed
You sold your wings to please the beast, your head laid on my bed

You said it's what you wanted
But now it's like I'm haunted 

And now I feel you every time I turn my head
I toss and turn all night, I'm broke inside this empty bed
My dreams of blue, they fade in hue, turn into ruby red
Your apparition in my vision haunts me till I'm dead

Ghost in the sheets, get no sleep when I think of you
I'm not at peace, let me be or let me be with you
I need some closure, can you call me for at least a few
I'm sleepwalking with your spirit living in my room

Sleepwalking with your spirit living in my room
I'm sleepwalking with your spirit living in my room
Sleepwalking with your spirit living in my room
With your spirit living in my room

mixed & mastered by @nicolassales

.you still haunt me.

AMV on Idleglance

sleepwalking (prod. thislandis)

SEPHA = singer//multi-instrumentalist//producer ☠✮ ✯☠ 
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All songs written, recorded and produced by SEPHA. (Joey Aybak) unless otherwise stated. 
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contact - instagram - @ sepha.a 
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