Here it is. The album. This is Thorns. This is everything. This album tells the tale of being repeatedly kicked down. This album tells the tale of what could go wrong when you mess with someone’s insecurities, sanity, heart and soul. After sleepless nights, huge fights, family issues, trauma, unhealthy relationships, multiple psychotic breakdowns, severe anxiety and a suicidal mental state, I did it. After 6 years of trying to find the pieces and here it is. 

I can’t stress enough on how important this album is to me. I genuinely recorded myself having panic attacks to add more flare to some tracks. I spent time away from friends and family to just work on this. I lost over 37 pounds since I didn’t want to stay up and snack on goodies but instead I wanted to work on this and everytime I would eat snacks or get lazy, I’d forcefully make myself puke just to feel as shit as possible so I could bring out more emotion and pain. Being hungry made me annoyed and made it easier to be aggressive, it also made me sad since I would feel empty inside which helped a lot once I got to finishing the more emotional cuts on this record. I would relive horrible memories due to PTSD and still find the willpower to get something done. I was hooked on drugs and medication yet I still kept on going with this album, recording while being high as a kite or completely fucked. I still worked on this project, even if I wasn’t sober. I tried to take my life several times too but I didn’t go through with it, instead I incorporated my suicidal thoughts into this album. I officially come out of the closet on this record too and I’m fucking proud of myself for doing that.

This is the biggest project I've ever worked on and I am ecstatic to let you all hear it. I have never released anything this good, ever, and I hope you'll love this album as much as I do. It blew me away how proud I was of this once it was finished. I couldn’t believe it, I finally found myself.

Special thanks to Addie, Emma, Chloe, Kat, Wilma, Robin, Liam, Linus, Saga, Luddisen, Nicolas, Lucas, Rasmus, Jamie, Marcus, Theo, Hanna, the very talented people in Ghxst Collective and all the pathetic bastards who tried to ruin me.

Produced by RXXXL, V.O.L.T.A, Michael Mars, Illumi, KINGSXMAGS, TUNGA, Funeral Fantasy, Josef, Angelo Imani, Silentt_boy, Deville, Arcane, BackDown, ok mallii & H3 Music.

Mixed, mastered, written, recorded, arranged and released by Funeral Fantasy.

This one’s for you. From me to you.

Rest in peace Fredde.

Thank you, Funeral.

i wore your noose as my necklace

IT BEGINS NOW.

lyrics:

Paint all of your effigies with the color of tragedies
I done made my enemies cower once I made ‘em see
The reason of a fantasy that could turn into travesty
Gotta go and best believe the bitch will have no legacy
‘lest the fallen wants to be something they could never be
Countered karma’s energy in vivid lucidity
The reason Funeral Fantasy is your king and majesty
Is because these wannabees never wanna fuck with me 

But I gotta stop ‘em quick before I lose my mind
I can’t let that fucking happen for the second time
I’ve dealt my cards, I picked the pot but it’s alright
I could go bust, let’s give it up for a toast of wine
Give it up

And I’m mad I’m up
Why can’t I just stay inside?
The madness I brought won’t rest for a while x2

It won’t rest for a while. x2

Paint all of your effigies with the color of tragedies
I done made my enemies cower once I made ‘em see
I’m the source of agony, I’m the corpse so maggoty
I’m the walls that’s casually swallowing your sanity
You fucking faggots haven’t seen a bastard living lavishly
Since I came out fashionably late, unlocked chastity
Keep your knees on the ground and your wits to yourselves
You won’t be fucking praying while you’re on your way to hell

But I gotta stop ‘em quick before I lose my mind
I can’t let that fucking happen for the second time
I’ve dealt my cards, I picked the pot but it’s alright
I could go bust, let’s give it up for a toast of wine
Give it up

And I’m mad I’m up
Why can’t I just stay inside?
The madness I brought won’t rest for a while x2

The madness, it spreads
Echoes and lingers, pain in your chest
Raise up your crest and pray to your God
Eden has fallen but not Babylon

And I’m mad I’m up
Why can’t I just stay inside?
The madness I brought won’t rest for a while

Check. x2

Mic check, one two, noose tied, kick the chair
Window panes fucking glare as the lifeless is there
For the world to see, happy as can be 
They’ve left the world for me, they’ve left their world for me
My deck of cards, no queens, no fair
They all fucking left once I showed what was left
Behind my mask, true face Sally Face
No case for the wicked who choose their own ways

But I gotta stop ‘em quick before I lose my mind
I can’t let that fucking happen for the second time

And I’m mad I’m up
Why can’t I just stay inside?
The madness I brought won’t rest for a while x3

The madness, it spreads
Echoes and lingers, pain in your chest
Raise up your crest and pray to your God
Eden has fallen but not Babylon

And I’m mad I’m up
Why can’t I just stay inside?
The madness I brought won’t rest for a while

14. madness brought (prod. deville)

I WORE YOUR NOOSE AS MY NECKLACE
APRIL 28TH.

lyrics:

If I had a second chance, I wouldn’t let it slip
I’d take my empathy and I’d throw it in the ditch
My heart turns to black as I turn a new leaf
And her soul leaves this world by the count of three
One, two, three, oh here we go again
Kneel before the Duke, I’m the king of many men
Pop a vein in vain
Remaining sane is a fucking game
I don’t wanna play this no more
Glorified death, tight cords
My throat is so sore
And what remains leaves in gore
As blood runs from each pore
I’m left a sight, eyesore

I soar to the skies
Rising above new heights
And I’m better than you’ll ever be.

Stop, drop and roll, motherfucker let’s get it
I ain’t gotta talk about pussy I’m getting
To prove I’m a beast off the leash, yeah I said it
And I’ll run it back just to send ‘em to heaven
Numb from the crack, what the fuck is an option?
I changed all my settings and sold ‘em at auction
We’re not the same, we’re born unequal
You happen to keep things in, I unleash my evil
Unhinged, intoxicated, yeah this a sequel
I had to fucking snap since your shit is fecal
I had to fucking snap for all my people
I had to fucking snap to drop the needle
In a sense my innocence is built upon my ignorance
The difference is all in the tone of my deliverance
I could fucking scream, I could cry, I could weep
And it still would have an impact if I cut real deep
But this isn’t insanity, this is just the breaking point
Everything is faded once you take a hit from the joint
The gods don’t anoint them since they disappoint
I’ll diss your points and pin my point 
Where’s the focal point?
You always blame it on the guilty when you made the buildup
Bloodthirst doesn’t come from nowhere motherfucker
I could take the fucking piss but I got cups to fill up
Bloodthirst doesn’t come from nowhere motherfucker
Man I’m riled up, this music shit gets me tense
Since I try to open minds of the dumb, of the dense
Does it work? It depends but I still got it
I’ve been fine since I dropped the needle, ain’t no time for stopping
Yellow flannels, I’ve gotten eights out of tens
And shit gets intense once you’re making m’s
I could crash the whip and still be a prophet
A sidewalk driveby, a pedestrian deposit

I soar to the skies
Rising above new heights
And I’m better than you’ll ever be.
And I’m better than you’ll ever be.

Black swans pilot seas
Grip the steeze, hard squeeze
Chokehold a former thief
Stole my heart and swept with the breeze
Debris in my hair, laying on concrete
Concrete evidence, come see, touch me
Fellow shadow friend, tell me what I should do
Give me suicidal thoughts like you did last June
RIP to Psychxc, myself and you
You killed your old self just to end me too
Spiraling out of control
Hellzone, welcome bullets to my dome
No soul will go untouched or broke
Shot, cut open, beaten up or choked
Yellow flannels, I’ve gotten eights out of tens
And shit gets intense once you’re making m’s
I could crash the whip and still be a prophet
A sidewalk driveby, a pedestrian deposit

9. pedestrian deposit (prod. kingxmags & tunga)

ALBUM TOMMOROW
HAVE ANOTHER PREVIEW.
I LOVE YOU ALL

lyrics:

Or maybe I shouldn’t care?
Fuck it.

Ain’t it funny how cocky men can turn into a dog pile of corpses within seconds?
Or how these cocky men don’t know they’re staring at a fucking walking weapon?
I reckon they’ll feel threatened by their own masculinity
Challenging insanity is a disaster, sheesh
Haven’t you learned to avoid the path of bigotry?
I’m standing with a trigger and my finger’s getting fidgety
Motherfucker I don’t bark, I fucking bite, ask the count
And you’re better than me? That there done filled me with doubt
Pussy come and test me, shit’ll get fucking messy
Kick your skull like a football like I’m fucking Messi

OH TEST ME
BETTER RUN FOR YOUR LIFE
COME TEST ME
YOU’LL PAY YOUR LITTLE PRICE
OH TEST ME
IT’S A SHAME, LOSING TIME
FUCKING TEST ME AND YOU BETTER RUN FOR YOUR LIFE 
NO ENVY
ONCE YOU’VE REALIZED YOU ARE MINE
COME TEMPT ME AND YOU’LL PAY WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT
MY DEADLY SKILLS WILL GET YOU IN THE NIGHT
SO TEST ME AND FUCKING RUN FOR YOUR LIFE.

C’est la vie mon amie
The blandest seeds grow to fucking be
An entity fueled by greed 
The coldest beat to fucking bleed
Fuck you mean a need for speed?
It’s just how things will be
While lovers plea and haters seethe
While the post is what will deceive
The youngest ones who want to be
Just like the one’s on the TV screen
‘cause we love our celebrities
Celebrate their deeds and their shiny teeth
Bite on that truth ‘cause fuck your needs
Who fucking cares about your fucking week?
It’s all irrelevant in the current state
Fuck your state, your mental state, your state of being
Ain’t no way that we’ll give a shit about your relevance
When what’s relevant is what will be dead
A bastard’s truth, I settled it
Let’s settle this, let’s get to it
You’re a bunch of men wanting some m’s
But you’ll only pop once you open the fucking soda
Coming back, I’m so fucking over being sober

OH TEST ME
BETTER RUN FOR YOUR LIFE
COME TEST ME
YOU’LL PAY YOUR LITTLE PRICE
OH TEST ME
IT’S A SHAME, LOSING TIME
FUCKING TEST ME AND YOU BETTER RUN FOR YOUR LIFE 
NO ENVY
ONCE YOU’VE REALIZED YOU ARE MINE
COME TEMPT ME AND YOU’LL PAY WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT
MY DEADLY SKILLS WILL GET YOU IN THE NIGHT
SO TEST ME AND FUCKING RUN FOR YOUR LIFE.

Yeah I’m bite no bark
Get shot in the heart from a shot in the dark
You’re not fucking smart
You missed the fucking mark
This a walk in the park
My pain turns to art 
I’m the new Tony Stark
You bandwagon riders hold the handlebars
Yet you can’t fucking fathom to handle these bars
I’m up by the stars
I’m all up to Mars
I still got my scars
But I still go hard
Like a Sad Boi, Goyard
I go cross these yards
I’m doing my best playing these cards
Another fucking song where I still keep guard
Yet I wanna leave these damn pussies so scarred
Fuck

Run for your life hoe. x3

8. run for your life (prod. tunga)

lyrics:

I don’t wanna talk about it.
But I do at the same time.

The prophet is dead.
I killed him in my head.
The prophet is dead.
I killed her in my head.

Matilda, Camilla and Richard awaits
A better young gun to grow up and escape
His mind is so tarnished
A legacy garnished but his body and mind is against him
The unvarnished truth, he can’t please himself
“But you can’t please everybody!” 
But I can’t please myself
Even when I get everything I want with my wealth
I’m still on decline because of my mental health
Try me

The prophet is dead.
I killed him in my head.
The prophet is dead.
I killed her in my head.

Anton wants to be a lil feminine
Wearing a choker but not ‘round his friends
Thigh high socks and scuffed fishnets
He’s too insecure to even fucking show it
I don’t even think his family knows
That the real him passed away years ago
For all I know is that his lost soul
Wants to grow old in failing body so
He opens up but never shows his clothing much ‘cause they’ll judge those
They’ll go nuts, he thinks, but he knows that they don’t care if he’s happy though
That’s overthinking for you folks, summed up in a line of code
Written on Google Docs, man I don’t give a fuck if you’ll judge who I am
But I will, what the fuck?
Can’t my insecurities go the fuck away?
I just wanna do my shit and not give a fuck about what they say
Why are these people in my brain telling me what I can and can’t do?
I’ll do as I please, like who the fuck are you to tell me to not do this and that?
I’ll do what I want ‘cause Funeral’s back
While the prophet is dead, I’ll carry their legacy
While you all jealousy hate so desperately
Better be fucking the enemy up with this
Helplessly gullible, mentally ludicrous
I am but a man in a God’s world
A man coming out to the people who hurled
Insults to me and my fellow kind
We are all but the same in this lifetime

The prophet is dead.
I killed them in my head.

TRY ME!

20. the prophet (prod. arcane)

lyrics:

Lord give me strength
Lord give me strength when
All of my ends are closing in on me
Oh please
Could you just leave?
I plea, for God, I plea
Oh God, save me 
Oh God, come and save me 

Been through many choices with quick thinking
Cruising, I’m a titan, nic got me sinking
Too hurt to be linking up with lovers undercover
No food for thought for the others, stay steady drinking
I’m not your savior or your killer, these are just thoughts
That I can’t keep inside, this is shit I done brought to the table
To keep inside a fable that I’m able to read whenever things get fatal
So rate all the options and tell me what you see
Anything with your clairvoyance, just please
Tell me you’ll see a good future for me 
‘cause I don’t believe that it exists for me
All I see is exits, I’m tired of me
Tired of being who I don’t wanna be 
But I gotta stay silent since nobody cares
I open up and I’m leaving ‘em scared
So I grew up quick and I bit my tongue
I can’t be a bitch so I shut the fuck up
And then I fuck up like the fuckup I am
Autistic piece of shit, a paradox, a scam
Took the wrong paths, grabbed the devil’s hands
Hooked on them oxys and xannies and damn
I wish I could quit but if I do, I’ve overdosed
I’m going over my dose, coke straight to the nose
Who the fuck knows if I’ll be alive?

Lord give me strength
Lord give me strength when
All of my ends are closing in on me
Oh please
Could you just leave?
I plea, for God, I plea
Oh God, save me 
Oh God, come and save me

Wasted and I’m sick of thinking sober thoughts
Sick of feeling like I’m lost, I should be getting gone
Death’s got a grip around me, I’m stressed but I guess you don’t care about me
Another pill goes down, weeee
We all fucking suck.
I’m sick of this rut, I’m a cunt but guess what?
I don’t give a fuck anymore, oh Lord
Where did I go wrong? 
Who’s my shield?
Who’s my sword?
Waking up late with burns on my chest
Cigarette butts and a mindstate depressed
I know I’m a wreck, I live in a mess
I haven’t cleaned my room since I was in check
Smoking and drinking, I’m not overthinking
These fuckers been sinking since I left their boat leaking
But I’m seeking a different path
I don’t wanna go down as one of them, man.
Goddamn.

Ayy. x3

AYY!

With a crowd of bitches thinking they’re above
They laugh at a coward until he pulls a gun
The son of a .38
A son of a gun
Reloaded and done now mercy’s begun
A judge’s death is the euphoria 
Multiple deaths later and he’s a warrior
I could go to jail if a hail of bullets rain down
Unveil and mail my pain to the senate of clowns
Look at me now

Look at me now.

19. for god (prod. tunga)

lyrics:

My infernal hell unfold
Live in the hate 
I do as I’m fucking told
Put everything at stake
The shadow that conform
Never asking for another day
I’m ready for the horde
Sling your swords 
Let’s play
The hell you perceive is a heaven to believe in
I need to keep my warmth even if I’m screaming
“Let it fucking rain, I need it cold, I need it now”
It’s just greed bleeding out so I can be the better man 
Down
Man down
It’s a fucking emergency 
I emerge with all the beings I was begging to not be
I leave the standards behind me to feed the monster they can’t see
I stare into the vacancies warping my damn reality
Losing control and building hatred.
Submerge in pain,
Be the maniac you’re making.
The violence you’re creating is an artform.
Don’t conform to their blessings.

Court session’s tomorrow
Gloomy hollow sky shines 
My sorrow has brought pain upon what I borrow
Booed by the far row and it’s
Fake smiles and false alarms
Police interviews
I’m scarred with a masquerade of people who don’t care but want to help
I could sell my soul if it meant I’d be well
What’s another penny for the wishing well?
A bottomless pit getting rich from my hell
I’m at the bottom with a rope to cope 
I hope this dope won’t hurt as much as those…
Pills.
I feel sick to my stomach
I could fucking kill someone if it meant I’d be safe
I can’t control fate

Feed the mouth that scream bloody marys and seethe
Bite your own tongue and rest in peace
Your arteries are nooses to use for these suicidal urgencies
They pick apart what you leave
Cut you open to spread disease you left inside your hollow empty body
Pray to your God but he listens to me
As I sin and I sin in the name of thee
Clay my brother please help me see the way of light down this cold and brutal street
Honestly I cannot seem to find a purpose even after setting free the weak 
But at the end of the week, we’re all bound to burn and leave.
She’s the one victimized.
Cancerous through demise as I expect from her lies.
Waste of my time 
A waste of my life
That’s why this world must burn.

Burn.
And glorify 
The burns.
Mortified.

18. burn (prod. tunga)

lyrics:

Misguided light attracts a shadow for a night.
With a prophecy to fuck up everything in sight.
Hell rains upon the kind for they deserve to be hurt.
Eternal curses wandering upon this earth.
Stand with legs open wide, another drink to settle it.
They all welcome it, except those you don't tell.
Once they find out the business you're meddling in
They'll back out with loud desperate fucking yells.
You're at fault but can't accept the consequence.
So clench my thirst for a former brethren.
Oh the depravity in your eyes, it screams for a body.
A body to sleep with, doesn't matter if they cry.

You've sinned and pulled the victim cards.
Hoping they all will plea with acceptance.
Abudantly stupid with your recklessness.
Heartlessness shows in your acceptance.
Shed your skin fellow snake and slither away.
For you took the crown, my heart and liver today.
All for a taste of juice, all for a sip of booze.
All so he could tighten up his own brutal noose.
Trained to torture allies and befriend enemies.
Loyalty is fake when you look at their history.
Make love to another when you already got a lover.
They won't notice it if it's underneath the covers.
Engage in your desire, your sobriety is broken.
Sober thoughts are drunk acts and those are now out in the open.
You failed to protect your kind, the one who saved you.
The one who made you a better person, that's who you'll betray too.
Fifty stabs to the back with a knife made of the devil's metal.
You better run from your karma, better use all your pedals.

A pedestal for your hypocrisy, you gutless worms.
You're now a part of my vital curse.
May you never ever recover and may your bodies decay.
Let the flies vomit you in your sexual games.
For all that it's worth, you've truly lost your name.
And all that you got now is emptiness in your faith.
You may hope for my forgiveness but I got more to crave.
More than you can fulfill and more that I cannot say.
Be proud of the vile worm you see in the mirror.
And if you don't see it, let me make things clearer.

Your disguise is gone, all that's left is the ugly truth.
Your garbage looks and your goddamn screws.
I'll be the one to make sure they will sit loose.
And I'll make sure that whatever you try, you're gonna lose.
Betrayal is satisfying once you're not the one affected.
You will pay for all the shit you've done.
And I'll make sure your health will be neglected.
Because I'm done 
I'm done being nice with you.

The heart.

Stab to the heart.
But fuck that.

‘cause this time, I choose me.
I choose me.

I think I’m ready to forgive myself for trusting you.

17. the heart (prod. angelo imani)

lyrics:

It started as a moniker
I was just a young teen
Fashionably dumb kicking rocks behind the scenes
Questioning the future, wondering where the fuck I’ll be 
In the next couple of years, will I go big and get the green?
I got a girl so far, or at least I had one
I got some friends, but some were fake so now they’re gone
I got daddy issues too, shit gave me PTSD
And so did she ‘cause she fucked me over completely, that’s the truth
Why the fuck is our youth encouraged to cheat on loyal dudes?
That shit sounds corny too but I just can’t care anymore, oh well
I’m tired of being so tired of myself
I’m already burnt out, I think I can handle the flames of hell
I’m already struggling with my discouraged mental health
I didn’t dig my own bottomless pit that I’m fucking stuck in
I need help but nobody cares to pick up whenever I’m calling
Mom came in, she wanted to talk, she asked if it’s the pills
She said she don’t recognize me anymore, so what’s the deal?
I’m stoic, I isolate myself too quick
I don’t wanna be a bother or get you bothered with the way I think
It’s just the fucking paths that life has led me down
I give my heart away just to see myself bleed out, wow.
They take my pain, they take all I say when I think out loud
And use that shit to torture me so I stay quiet now
But I care too much, wanna share too much, I ain’t there that much for you
‘cause I bled too much, I did too much, I can’t please everybody too
I’d save the world, but I can’t right now, I need to rebuild mine again
And get back that trust and that love and that feeling around my friends
Beyond the horizon.

Yeah
Beyond the horizon, there is some hope
Some ways left so I can cope
Burn old bridges, toss old ropes
Kick that chair and fucking go
Letting fucking go of the past is taking the better road

The past haunts me, I try to let go
So many things I kept secret will now be told
I was 14, at a party with my friends
Got drugged up, woke up the next day in bed
With this girl, buttnaked, did I lose my v-card?
I thought I said I wanted to keep it real hard
Until I find someone special one day
So we could fuck and I could feel great
But now it’s gone, it really hurts to speak out
I hate my thoughts, raped by an inhumane cow
I sobered up, I was gone, completely blacked out
I’m back now, and all I feel is shame, how?

There’s more.

Sexually harassed in the 12th grade
Dude came up, I was already not feeling okay
“You look good when you’re fast asleep”
It got to my head
Came up in the classroom right behind me
Choked him out and then the teacher came
He was fuming, he was mad
“You can’t choke someone!”
“Does it look like I give a damn?!”
“You can’t do that!”
“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK MAN!”
I never came back after that.
I still went to school, but the soul within me had passed.
Sexually abused by a man and woman.

I’m still hurt.
It still hurts.
It will hurt.
But it’s fine.

16. beyond the horizon (prod. angelo imani)

lyrics:

Let’s dive into a mind
Youth troubled but it’s fine
On his feet, yeah he survived
No collision with the times
Even if the fucking tides
Changed the pattern of a rhyme
Hymn your psalms and pass right by
Hymn your psalms and pass right by
It’s the art of creating what cannot be so upfront
Up in front of these punks acting like bitches for fun
Oh so dumb the current age is 
Do you know what today is?
A premeditated murder I won’t condemn, blame the plaintiff
Let’s bet your fucking life and your savings on the others
Like a Show is ending but you’re still a Regular 
No wonder that you’re sick of all the cards when you can’t fucking hold ‘em, ay?
You’re the joker in this poker game, a straight flush down the drain
Oh wait, it’s 10 pm already?
Set ups ready, surveillance steady, let’s get readý for a hit
Hotel guard got suspicious, say hi to Dirty Harry bitch
Asking what is this?
My time to shine, I’m getting fucking sick
Music to my ears is the piercing screams of fear
32th floor love story about slaughtering my peers
I’m gambling with your lives, I think that I’ll go all in
Ain't no point in stalling, the inevitable calling
I gotta be honest, I wasn’t a fan of Jason Aldean
Country music ain’t my thing, I prefer the extreme
Looking for the next stream, the flow goes well when you bleed
Or lay there on the damn street, short of breath, welcome death

Enjoy your lives
Once you’re traumatized
Uh I got ‘em 
I shot ‘em 
I got ‘em 
I
I got ‘em 
I shot ‘em 
I got ‘em 
I 
I won’t be missed but who am I to be bothered by that fact?
That’s that
And I’ll be one with the earth
Deep down under the dirt
That’s a lesson never learnt
But I don’t care, fuck what you heard

Bullet rain x3

Bullets rain in Las Vegas.

Bullet rain x3

Bullets rain in Las Vegas.

15. bullets rain in las vegas (prod. tunga)

lyrics:

They’re gone.

The necklace won’t loosen, stuck in place
Mascara on my face running down the drain
Losing grip, where’s the label you put on me?
Oh here it is, found it deeply sewn into the seams
I’ve been in a noose since you called me a nuisance
Your beautiful face is now the same as everyone else’s
No distinct details to care about, nothing to love
Our last kiss should’ve been the barrel of the gun
‘cause I’ve been falling like Icarus after what you said
I relive every moment with newer flaws and worser skin
Every sin is a dagger and I’m used as a target board
The blackest of blood pours once you hit my pores
Every live show is now a game of wheel of death 
Except with miscalculation and moments you can’t forget
I feel like a disturbance, a burden in the wake
There’s no misconceptions, this isn’t just my brain

It’s facing the reality carved into their lies
A funeral fantasized with no loved ones to say goodbye
Nothing is safe, and this pain, it craves payback
Ever since you became an obstacle on the train track

Yeah.

No coming back, they’re gone.

Disfigured idiots is what your social cues attract
Ugly faces all around, they come tight in packs
Oh I can’t wait until the day you beg for mercy
No more drinks for you, the others are getting thirsty
Living in denial, getting drunk off of arrogance
But it’s the same old story about your negligence
Since you hid your red flags until the very end
I expected at least to be known as a friend

It’s facing the reality carved into their lies
A funeral fantasized with no loved ones to say goodbye
Nothing is safe, and this pain craves payback
Ever since you became an obstacle on the train track

I wish you were here.

13. an obstacle on the train track (prod. silentt_boy)

lyrics:

I need a moment to think
Standing smoking by the sink
Caught up in the smoke yet I drink
In the blink of an eye comes a twink
He gives me a wink
What’s a kink?
I fucking stink at seeing all the signs
Oh my, if I couldn’t just change the times
Staring at a record store wondering if I
Should get that new Kanye joint or that F.A.I
In ruins guide, the darkest dungeon.
I’m caught up in a whirlwind
Bumping shots like F.Y.I, I’m not fine so fuck your life
Buttfuck a wife desperate for that young body nurture
Older people satisfied by praying on the younger
A scumbag doesn’t even feed for that hunger
I wonder if I could set my soul free
If this body could be free from misery
If this mind of mine wasn’t in agony

Maybe I’m stupid if I actually see
A future where I would be a normal person living without grief
My father’s dying you see
And I lack the empathy
To even attempt to fucking care
After all he’s done, there’s nothing there
No love, no anger, no hate
He’s just another person with a tragic change
He’s just another person going down the drain
I could be wrong, I realize that too
My family hates me and I hate me too
My family’s angry and I’m angry too
My family’s in agony and I’m in agony too
I wanna be a sister and a brother at the same time
Conflicted with myself, I wish that I could change lives
But my family doesn’t like it when I’m being myself
I guess I’ll take a one way ticket to hell
‘cause if this doesn’t work then what else will do?
Music is my passion and my life is my noose
I can’t hear the alarm clocks but I put ‘em on snooze
And the only time I’m happy is when I’m off the booze
Raging alcoholic, I guess that’s what I’m destined to become
Following dad’s footsteps, becoming what I called “earth’s scum”
Chasing money without air in my lungs
To satisfy my family once I meet my gun 

I need a moment to think
Standing smoking by the sink
Caught up in the smoke yet I drink
In the blink of an eye comes a twink
He gives me a wink
What’s a kink?
I fucking stink at seeing all the signs
Oh my, if I couldn’t just change the times
Staring at a record store wondering if I
Should get that new Kanye joint or that F.A.I
In ruins guide, the darkest dungeon.
I’m caught up in a whirlwind
Bumping shots like F.Y.I, I’m not fine so fuck your life
Buttfuck a wife desperate for that young body nurture
Older people satisfied by praying on the younger
A scumbag doesn’t even feed for that hunger
I wonder if I could set my soul free
If this body could be free from misery
If this mind of mine wasn’t in agony

What would happen?
Would the crowd around me stop laughing?
Would the people I see disappear?
‘cause nobody sees them, and that’s my real fear
Would a normal life really satisfy?
Or would my anxiety attacks return again?
Oh why do I wonder these things?
I need to change the tide
The captain has fallen but I still need to ride the waves
Away I go with my sinking ship
Sailor’s panic, causing static, another blur right in the wind
Automatically I stay, fuck another way
I must keep on going, keep on rowing until the day where I fade

But that isn’t as far as my mind goes.

12. delirium (prod. angelo imani)

lyrics:

People won't care about my music 'cause I'm not a trending topic.
But if I pass away, you'd love me,
Where's the motherfucking logic?
Seeing my world in black and white like I'm Logic.
Ain’t no stopping but they twist the real truth like it's photoshopping.
So these catfish hypocrites can play their little games,
With people they think are mice in a pond full of decay.
But the second the mice get it twisted, a fist is what you're kissing.
Demise by the mice, it ain't funny now, is it?
Write a journal of poems that will go forever unheard.
Send letters to a nobody through a fucking mockingbird.
It’s because of these mocking birds that I ain’t got confidence.
Shoot me down, drag me around into the bottomless.
Bottomless pit’s full of my anxiety and worthlessness.
The heart’s a black hole for your toxicness.
But it sucks it in, I can’t help but burden myself daily.
“Don’t go, I fucking love you, please don’t go, please baby.”

Please don’t leave me behind.
To deal with all of these mice.
Where’s the cheddar I crave?
Money, money, money on my mind as you go away.
Why oh why?
I tried.
I FUCKING TRIED.

The kid of broken principles asked himself again
If he could change his fate then what would he do to end
All the stupid fucking shit he done did all those days
Pass a fist into their face or take a pacifistic way?
Linguistically speaking I think that the very same
Narcissitic fucking cunts who are calling you insane 
Are the ones who ain’t had a day to set the record straight
They don’t know what it means to be sane
So break a leg or break a bone ‘cause either way this shit will hurt
You gotta fix your fucking ways or you will meet an early grave
You can talk about your flames but be prepared for the burn
Noone’s asking for three cents but they’re asking for change
The sane in the madhouse are the ones to be judged
We welcomed you with open arms out of love
Yet you crushed our fucking hearts and went fucking bust
Now there’s not a single person who I can fucking trust
You’re addicted to her and I don’t mean to be a bitch too
But who else can judge you better than yourself fool?
‘cause right now you’re feeling used like a damn tool
And work’s about to start, you already finished high school
Longing for those days again is okay.
But neglecting your future isn’t alright so to say.
Take a good look in the mirror so you can see me dude
I’m your biggest judge and I don’t mean to be rude
But you need to get a grip, this is your life you’re wasting
This life ain't got time for spacing out on stone cold pavements
Think of the stone cold payments you could get with proper sleep
And a proper schedule to make yourself at ease
It’s gonna get better, you schizophrenic fuck
There’s bound to be some days where you feel all out of luck
But let’s keep it up and let’s keep getting bucks
Oh fuck, I’m off road, I guess my time is up.

11. the downward spiral (prod. josef)

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10. manic interlude (prod. funeral fantasy)

lyrics:

A Clockwork Orange dystopian world
Through the eyes of a Kubrick, we hurl
Ever since I done changed into a girl
Ever since I killed my old self in a caught up whirl
Diamond pearls around your neck
Is a quick way to drag yourself down yet
You pimp yourself out like a whore
So you look cool in jewelry stores

Or… x4

Or am I just ignorant for wielding a God’s power?
To pick who to kill and who to devour?
But to leave a taste in your mouth so sour
Is why I’ll make these peasants cower
Your pest and your best are left in a flood
I detest and digress, you’re a mess in the blood
No stress, but I’ll guess that you’re fucked
A slit throat later, found laying in the mud
Uh

The water sits still
As our reality crumbles
I’ve let out how I feel
Now that my demons are humbled
They’re crying for dead sons and daughters
Involuntarily slaughtered
Now it’s become such a bother
Walls are smothered, a goner, pray to the father
Amen.
Pray to the father, amen.
Pray to the father, amen.
Now I’m a wiseman on top of the hill
King of the hill, I came for the kill
My bright imagination speeds up this thrill
I got what I wanted but now I feel ill
No emotion is left, I don’t know how to feel
I’m so lost and all I got is these motherfucking bills
My greed tore me apart
So what’s the fucking deal?
Why do I squeal?
Somber moment gone in an instant
A shot in the dark turned distant
Violent sight in ultraviolet lights
Shadows coming to declare the night
Forever everlasting 
I’m never lasting this full moon
Full bloom gloom confirms my doom
I turned pathetic chasing a bad thought
It turns out I didn’t need what I got

Maybe I should’ve just fucking left.

7. kami (prod. tunga)

lyrics:

You ain’t got the answers. x3

You ain’t got the answers
You’re just another cancer
I am not what fucking matters
Even if I’m made of matter
Asking where on this damn earth
I went to get this damn curse
I am not what fucking matters
Even if I’m made of matter

So run your mouth and spread the word ‘cause that’s what you’re about
Every motherfucker’s chasing me like I’m their fucking clout
My hollow soul laughs to the bank and ascends up to the fucking clouds
You laughed at me
Look who’s laughing now
The fucking clown wearing the crown

You ain’t..

You ain’t got the answers
You’re just another cancer
I am not what fucking matters
Even if I’m made of matter
Asking where on this damn earth
I went to get this damn curse
I am not what fucking matters
Even if I’m made of matter
Fuck!

What a mess we’ve made
Come over here
Swipe the plates
Let ‘em see who’s gonna change
Make ‘em pray
Yeah it’s okay
Paint an image of your brain
Losing temper
Go insane
Darkness swallows all your pain
The fucking light was a mistake

Nothing shines
Until the light
Slowly dies
And they cry
Coffin anthems
Painful memories
Let the past die
That’s life
C’est la vie

What a mess x4

6. what a mess (prod. kingxmags & tunga)

lyrics:

I need control with my eyes closed
The ebb and flow of my cycle
Asking how far the lies go
It’s repetitive yes I know
Spray paint familiar faces
Take blame in all your places
Stay sane
Black suede mind say 
Spray paint familiar faces x2

My spear guides a poltergeist to the other side
But who the fuck am I to save a life that isn’t mine?
I paint the lies you televise as an effigy
And despite my damn despise for you fucking flies
Vomit me and change the tide
Fuck the sides
There are no sides
A coin toss away from demise
But who the fuck am I?
Another columbine
Unhinged and dyed a different hue
A far cry away from who defined the time
So spread your lies like butterflies
Free and open in natures rhymes
‘cause my destiny is forced to die
There’s no fantasy that can mime or try to be the same as the one I buried alive
So take your time to fuck the blind
Murder my kind 
You’re born to die in a simple life
But who the fuck am I to tell what’s wrong and right?
Kill my sun 
Let the moon rise
I am the beast you dare hide

I need control with my eyes closed
The ebb and flow of my cycle
Asking how far the lies go
It’s repetitive yes I know
Spray paint familiar faces
Take blame in all your places
Stay sane
Black suede mind say 
Spray paint familiar faces x2

Synapses collapse during your relapse
No sight to pick paths
Socio or psycho that
Puke out the truth that’s hid in your gloom
My violent blues are soon to fucking bloom
Another screw loose 
Who’s to blame this on?
All pros turn to cons
Pure death no bygones be bygones
I’m morphing 
I am the beast you dare hide
I am the devil you may cry
I am the god you spared 
Why?
I need to know what I owe
Shadows hidden stay low
Conquer what’s going solo
Ask for a reprint holo
Make blades for your nation
Play games with the creation
Stay sane
Black suede mind say 
Spray paint familiar faces

I need control with my eyes closed
The ebb and flow of my cycle
Asking how far the lies go
It’s repetitive yes I know
Spray paint familiar faces
Take blame in all your places
Stay sane
Black suede mind say 
Spray paint familiar faces

5. familiar faces (prod. illumi)

lyrics:


Keith the weatherman, what’s the forecast today?
Will it be rainy enough for the blood to wash away?
Or will what’s hidden in snow melt in heat waves?
Either way this body in the trunk will slowly fucking fade
Oh, Keith the weatherman smiles for another storm
Zeus is singing in the sky, another God is reborn
While his mind is in the thorns, the weather’s unclear
Get your head back in the game since the sky’s not clear
Oh, Keith the weatherman is so sick of his job
Going over all the temperatures for every single mom
Who’s busy staying home to watch the news in the morning
No father on the scene but there’s no fucking time for mourning
Keith the weatherman, will it be foggy this noon?
It makes it easier to throw away a corpse in the nude
Oh, Keith the weatherman, will there be a cloudy moon?
I’ve done chopped him up and left parts of him in these tubes
And Keith the weatherman is who I wake up to
I see him on the TV every morning and afternoon
Keith the weatherman, now what’s up with his gloomy eyes?
He’s looking pale and unhappy and I wonder fucking why

Keith the weatherman x4

Is it because I am the man on that TV?
I killed my damn wife and I went to work to see these
Men that she done fucked
Well at least Mike is missing
They’ll find him in the sewers since he tempered with my business

Keith the weatherman x6

Keith smiles for another storm
Another God is reborn

4. keith the weatherman (prod. micheal mars)

lyrics:

The plague, it’s swarming
It’s still so alarming
I cannot control what’s haunting and taunting me
Flaunting an option for peace and the prophecy is not to be seen
Die by the creek 
With the creed of the crop
The creep of the lot ask for a lot
They must’ve forgot the harsh reality
Our harsh reality.

Shoelaces untied
Fragile state of mind
One trip to decide
Which part of my bipolar brain I keep in charge all the damn time
Since I can’t stay on one side
I’m so sick of where I lie
A bed of nails to keep me tight
It’s a psychological horror to outlast
Damn walkers outside pass
Glaring at the damn man
Staring and pondering
Wondering if he’s following unity
Call me your son of a gun but then…

I blast off
Glass shards in my skin 
I need to
Get this damned song
Out of my head
Let me out of head now
I need to blast off
Glass shards in my skin 
I need to
Get this damned song
Out of my head

The walls are the closest closure
Closing in on me
I can hear the vultures
Perched on the roof waiting for my demise
What a waste of their time but then again why do I judge?
I need some closure
I got people that I keep close, sure
But then again, is that really all I look for?
Blindsighted judge won’t do no good for you.
Good for you
You’ve moved on
But when I do it’s suddenly wrong
Fucking decide you hypocrite, you make my blood boil
Crumpled foil, no food to enjoy
Starving for days but I got nurture
I try to explain but it won’t go further
I’ve tried nothing so everything works
No energy left for me in this damn world 
I need to
I need to
I NEED TO 

I blast off
Glass shards in my skin 
I need to
Get this damned song
Out of my head
Let me out of head now
I need to blast off
Glass shards in my skin 
I need to
Get this damned song
Out of my head

3. harsh reality (prod. v.o.l.t.a)

lyrics:

The clouds in the sky are fading to gray
I think it’s gonna rain but who am I to say?
It’s always raining in my mind all the time
Father screams my father weeps
Another gut left to bleed
Let him leave
Need a sip of wine?
Need some sleep and fucking time?
Need some comfort in your decline?
Seat reclined now close your eyes

I wouldn’t wanna see you now
I’d rather see you fucking drown
Take a bath and let us down
You’ve let us down 
Now smile, you clown.

Going broke and you’re the reason why
A lot of pain has spread through my
Dumb decisions and endless lies
I called it quits but didn’t take my life
A suicide or sue the guy who’d start a fight for a sip of wine?
Hard choice but the torch is burning
And I am the beast I fucking worship
Cumulus clouds is what I’m yearning
I deserve it 
Fuck the burdens 
Close the curtains and say fuck it.
New dawn, fuck it.

Shapeshift in between days
From devil to angel to nothing with a face
Learned from my mistakes
I ain’t giving shit away
I’m confused with all the ways they want me to fucking stay
But I will change that lane
Just you wait
Just you wait
Beg your pardon?
I take blame for what shows up in my shade
In the cut giving out fades
While the endless masquerade takes place

I don’t know who I am anymore
Saturated bringing sonic boom with some lore
Perplexed with my twisted visions of fucking gore
Schizophrenic hallucinations takes a toll for sure
Hanging bodies in my closet while the ghxsts are in the floor
Hanging bodies in my closet while the ghxsts are in the floor
Hanging bodies in my closet while the ghxsts are in the floor

Haunt me and taunt me however you like
I’m used to it by now so don’t even try
I’m already disturbed and cursed so it’s fine
Everything will be alright eventually when I will die
Let the sky see no light and settle for night
I can no longer hide the beast that’s inside
This void in my sight is rightfully mine
It sure does remind me of what I hold in tight
Holding on while the earth has me in shackles
Chains of obsidian and I’m buried in gravel
Let a motherfucker speak before the ceremony
I will get straight to the point, no bs, no damn baloney

If I could I’d burn this world down
Start a fucking purge ‘cause I wanna see ‘em run now
Gunned down the innocent
And in a sense my blissful ignorance is a gift
‘cause even if we’re different we’re still one of a kind
Born to create more lives in due time to then face demise
Oh me oh my 
Ain’t it funny how this goes?
Ain’t it funny when shit blows?
Let’s start over 
Game over, fuck it.
New dawn, fuck it.

2. borderline new dawn (prod. rxxxl)

lyrics:

THORNS. x8

The cravings of the feeble sheep feed my growing anger
Can’t you feel the heat from Viscera Hotel Jennifer?
The storm is awaiting so let’s boil with those who tamper
You got shot so there’s no choking from the grip of a strangler
I did the world a huge favor by getting rid of the cancer
Can you hear them calling?
Maybe it’s time that we answer
Screaming..

THORNS! x32

Don’t worry
The performance goes beyond the fucking standard
You wish for the victim to leave when you’re the one guilty of the slander

HERE WE GO! x4

JENNIFER
WRATH HAS ARISEN
I’M SICK OF MY TWISTED VISIONS
OF BODIES BEING BURNED
MY INDECISIONS ARE THE CAUSE OF THE COLLISION
BETWEEN REALITY AND THE HARSH FICTION
BUT I’LL CARRY ON WHILE YOU ROT
MY BUSINESS HAS JUST BEGUN 
THE CURSE I’VE WRITTEN ECHOES IN THE DECAYED’S PRISON

THE THORNS HAVE ARISEN.

I’m not a specimen from alchemy but I got my magic tricks
Fuckers wanna run their mouths but not until I throw my bricks
Bitches wanna coverup but once I blow they want my dick
I’m hanging on like a suicide victim
UNTIL I’M IN A DITCH!
BITCH!
I’M NOT GONNA ACT RICH BITCH!
Got the third eye unlocked
Got you on lock
Locked and loaded
Take the shot
Drop drop drop
POP POP
Never gave a shit about no optimism
I’m imprisoned by own curse and words are getting used in visions
My mission was to state the admission of guilt
It’s built upon the crude acting of film
I’m ill from the thin and timorous discharge
I feel tragic like Icarus and this charge is getting heavier
I envy her
Managing to keep it together while driving my hearse
What is this verse?

You treat my thorns like porn
So I raise the fucking sword
And now I crave some fucking more
Here we go 
Here we go 
Here we x2

Fuck.
I better bring it up
Like customer service
I guess I’ll ring ‘em up
Started from the bottom 
I’ve still not given up
I’m not at the top but I won’t be feeling upset
I want to get there but yet
The crowd’s voices pierce my deeper inner screams of neglect
Once Jennifer got mad 
I decided to snap
I cocked back the gat and I let it blast
Let it go
Let trigger finger click
Let that hoe get blasted real quick
Let that hoe die like the bitch she is
You created who I am with your potions witch.

Which leads me to this
Your grave
Might just take a piss
Disrespect to the alchemist
Lived and died as a masochist
I’ll pass my fist into a pacifist
Like I pass my fire like a pacifier to these immature kids
In midst of all of this I think I just heard the fucking twist
I think they’re pissed

You treat my thorns like porn
So I raise the fucking sword
And now I crave some fucking more
Here we go 
Here we go 
Here we x4

Go.

Here we go x6

Sacrificial symbolism
Pray if you’re weak
Agitated altruism
Don’t care
Don’t speak
Artificial heroism
Okay let’s see
Fabricated criticism
That won’t face me
You’re lacking in your lyricism
Can’t you just please..
..quit it with your exorcism?
There’s no God that’ll tease his keys
If you let the demons weep.
You creep.

You treat my thorns like porn
So I raise the fucking sword
And now I crave some fucking more
Here we go 
Here we go 
Here we x2

1. thorns pt. 1 / here we go (prod. rxxxl)

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