a little bit of this and a little bit od that!

Everything is a Lot (Remastered)

6up 5oh Copout (Pro/Con) (Remastered)

Suburbia Overture Greetings / from Mary Bell Township! / (Vampire) Culture / Love Me, Normally

2econd 2ight 2eer (that was fun goodbye) will wood

Laplace's angel will wood

it wasn't on soundcloud yet so, fine. i'll do it myself 

will wood - your body, my temple

Cótiles - Applecore Remix (Teaser)(OLD) CST05 UNOFFICIAL MIX [Friday Night Funkin  Popcorn Edition]

Eyes, lips, headshots
Now off to photoshop
Take a hit, don’t stop
The fame, your brain it rots 

(Eyelashes and butcher knives)
I’m gonna cut you
(Candy land paradise)
I’ll rip your skin off your bones
(Cigarettes, bar fights)
I’m gonna burn you
(Friend requests, 50 likes)
Make sure you never grow old

PC4PC
You’ll never get me
Trashy liner, graphic tees
I wear it perfectly 

Self-conscious fake love
Hide it with makeup
Watch the numbers going up
Once they see through you, you’re done

Bitch you shouldn’t mess with me
Now you’ll see the best of me
Haters and the press agree
I’m the front line that you see

Catch me with all the riches
Fast cars and fly bitches
See who’s numbers grow the quickest
I’m the line, you’ll never finish

Makeup on and hair done
Don’t they know it’s a facade 

(Eyelashes and butcher knives)
I’m gonna cut you
(Candy land paradise)
I’ll rip your skin off your bones
(Cigarettes, bar fights)
I’m gonna burn you
(Friend requests, 50 likes)
Make sure you never grow old

PC4PC
You’ll never get me
Ugly haircut, messy tease
Pull it off flawlessly

Feel the the thoughts they’re taking over
Do the things the comments told you
Up all night, fuck being sober
We’re just kids, act like we’re older

Feel it crushing like a boulder
Paparazzi looking over your shoulder
People online, they pretend they know you
Never gonna stop till the fad is over

MySpace Called, They Want Their Crusty Ass Beat Back

Lyrics for Thermodynamic Lawyer, Esq. G.F.D. by Will Wood and the Tapeworms from Everything is a Lot omitted by request of attorney.

Thermodynamic Lawyer Esq, G.F.D.

From "Everything is a Lot" by Will Wood and the Tapeworms.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hl5XUM_qoN4

Six-up, five-oh, pigs come, I cop n’ go. 
The blotter shows they got me on the rocks like Galapagos. 
Good luck finding critters creepy as me. They shoulda fried me, I’ll give ya PTSD 
Vodka shots droppin’ down the throat they been stompin’ on. 
Cockin’ guns, lockin’ up, the quotas all for shock n’ awe. 
Drivin’s tirin’, and I been hot-wirin’ to make my get away from the jailbreak riot and 
Cellmates scrapin’ upon the bricks in the basement, 
tryin’ to escape this probation generation- too late! 
Crazy fuckers’ gotta do the time. 
Committed to the mental ward, committing all the crimes. 
I’m alive and kickin’ till the split ends fray. 
Maybe plead insane, guilty, but I’m not to blame! 
I’m a slave to the main vein, sprayin’ on the mainframe. 
Suffering the infrastructure, hoping I can maintain! 
Oh how I know how I go how I go. Ask me a question the answer I know. 
Yes or no options don’t weigh out and so; I don’t ever see the cons and the pros. 

You bare a striking resemblance. 
Some kind of semblance of somethin’ I been rememberin’. 
You appear familiar dear. You look just like my bathroom mirror. 
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go! 
Please police- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest. 

The drunk-tank’s blood red. Junkie’s gonna relapse. 
Some think punk’s dead, me I don’t believe that. 
Rock n’ roll gatherin’ the moss till I be that lichen-coated boulder, make you slip, 
Bust your kneecap! 
Open on the amazon, hide the cure for cancer. 
I’m Lance Armstrong, you’re the necromancer. 
Slash n’ burn, crash into the 42nd answer, 
all my fellow skeletons adore the army ants here. 
Flies on my eyeballs, scabs on my elbows. 
Heaven knows God’s sittin’ up there like “Hell no!” 
Only one thing comes to those who wait. Is it too late to embrace your fate? 
My death come swiftly and gently to you. 
Mayhem, cry mayday, and oncoming doom. 
Save your convictions, they never will do. What you say’s at least 1/6 billionth true. 

You bare a striking resemblance. 
Some kind of semblance of somethin’ I been rememberin’. 
You appear familiar dear. You look just like my bathroom mirror. 
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go! 
Please police- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest. 

Am I being detained? Am I under arrest? 
Read me my rights please. I want my phone call. 
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go! 
Please police- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest.

6up 5Oh CopOut (Pro/Con)

Chanson d'ouverture puissante mêlant guitare électrique, bongos et maracas, portée par des voix féminines harmonisées. L’énergie latine s’exprime à travers des paroles sur la liberté, la passion et la danse, entre refrains vibrants, rap espagnol engagé, et ponts groovy. "Fuego y versos" célèbre l’union, la force collective et l’intensité du rythme sous un ciel étoilé.

Fuego y Versos

New LP -> https://lemondemon.bandcamp.com/album/spirit-phone

Lemon Demon ~ Cabinet Man

SELF-iSH

Dr. Sunshine is Dead (feat. Alex Nauth)

Dr. Sunshine Is Dead

Cat Hacks.mp3

"a mask of my own face" by lemon demon from their "Nature Tapes" EP

!!! support the artist !!!
https://lemondemon.bandcamp.com/

"a mask of my own face" - lemon demon

Self - Dead Man

An individual with a very interesting music taste.

why cant i listen to Mcr and PtV in poland :(

the bg pic is a joke ITS A JOKE ITS A /J NOT /SRS

2econd 2ight 2eer (that was fun goodbye) will wood

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