darkworld (prod. donnie darko)

666 (Call Me)- LXWLESS

knee deep* + p. fony wallace & composition x

Prod: @trechorboy & @prodfranse
Feat. @prodfranse

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Lyrics:
FRAN$E:
you don’t know me now
you only knew me then
you were never someone i would call a friend
stab me in the back rinse, repeat it again
stab me in the back rinse, repeat it again
i’ve had enough of all this talk now
lets not turn this into something that its not now

you don’t know me now
you only knew me then
you were never someone i would call a friend
stab me in the back rinse, repeat it again
stab me in the back rinse, repeat it again
i’ve had enough of all this talk now
lets not turn this into something that its not now
mop the blood off the floor when its dark out
mop the blood off the floor when its dark out

i’ve had enough of all this talk now
lets not turn this into something that its not now
(2x)

TRECH:
oozing wounds on the inside
it gnaws at my mind
over and-
some mistakes can’t be justified
but you tried
i taste oxide

i don’t know you now
i thought i knew you then
just another wound i can’t amend
shank this heart with the dullest end
and take your time
you’re seeking out your full revenge
im a masochist until the end
so let me help you shove it in and twist it tight 

some mistakes can’t be justified
but you tried
i taste oxide
(2x)

Scar Tissue

SPOTIFY

Scar Tissue (feat. Fran$e)

sorry for being gone, 4 months is far too long...
I've been living offline

offline (prod.malcast)

COLD w/ FALLACY A.D.D (prod. TWENYOHTHREE)

COFFIN SERMONS is a descent into the deepest chambers of YUNG HADE$’ twisted gospel — a ritual broadcast from the underworld where every breath carries dust, static, and prophecy. Blending industrial horror trap, occult ambience, and deadboy monotone delivery, this EP feels like a sermon preached from inside a sealed coffin, transmitted through broken machinery and whispered by spirits that never found rest.

Across each track, Hade$ drags listeners through rusted factories, forgotten graveyards, and ritual altars soaked in candle smoke. The Midnight Gospel, a cursed broadcast system woven throughout the project, frames every song as an intercepted transmission — a spiritual emergency bulletin from a world already lost. Every verse bleeds paranoia and spiritual decay. Every hook lands like a warning. Every instrumental grinds with the weight of dirt, metal, and bone.

This isn’t just music — it’s a funeral rite.
A confession.
A covenant sealed in dust and distortion.

COFFIN SERMONS is YUNG HADE$ at his darkest, sharpest, and most unapologetically unholy.

COLD w/ FALLACY A.D.D (prod. TWENYOHTHREE)

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