Produced by me
Mastered by @neioxo

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smell your perfume on your body

She’s Anorexic shawdy 

Texting me everyday 

But never wants to call me 

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My mind is filled with lust

I want your fucking love 

Not time for what’s and buts

Right now we’re gonna fuck

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I’m obsessed with you

Pictures of you in my room perfect blue 

I wanna make you small

Keep you in my pocket 

Better not break 

That little promise 

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You’ll see me in the corner of your eye

I’d rather you be a corpse if it means your mine 

I’m on your ig

I’m fucking drooling 

I know you’re dead inside me you’re not fooling 

Ilysm 

Don’t like those boys your with you shouldn’t be with them

I think your heaven sent 

Open your mail I gave you a little present 

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I go to all your shows 

I’m your biggest fan

Yet you gave your heart away to this man

My friends say I’m delusional but I think I can

Wait to you find out my biggest plan

THE BEST OF ME

prod kaneda7

horror;
u make me wanna scream 
maybe it’s all in my head 
bby won’t u pls chop off my legs 
i’m fucked in the head and i cannot stop 
pls tell me that i’m ur only one 
im ur only love 
what a lovely cut 
i’ll scream till my insides fucking rot 
i’ll throw up till i can’t feel it anymore 
rip my guts out all on the floor
rip my guts out 
rip my guts out 
rip my guts out 
rip my guts outttt

kaneda;

I’m sick of wearing blood stained clothes 
think of your eyes every time that I slice 
My life is a sickening tale of woe
There’s blood on my hands everytime that I cry

I’m frightened, I don’t like it here
I get goosebumps when your near
Every time I wince I hear a crowd cheer 
I wanna hang from a chandelier 

I get when scared, when you bring him up all the time 
I’d rather you be a lifeless husk if it will mean your mine

horror;
the party don’t stop till i fucking od 
everybody is staring at me 
haven’t u ever seen somebody die in peace 
bby there’s vomit all over me 
i’m a fucking mess 
i wanna be the fucking best 
clip my wings and watch me bleed 
bby isn’t this fun 
u don’t wanna fuck me up
but in the end it’s all for me

the party doesnt stop till im dead w kaneda7

produced by me
mastered by @43u
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me
Lacerations all over her bloated corpse 
Butterflies in her mouth when she washed to shore 
Seeing herself from a third person view 
a life in a cruel world when you don’t have a clue
yearning for attention but no one ever reaches you back
Clipboards gave you pills to add the traits that you so sadly lacked 
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Demons under her bed that only came out when they heard her crying 
concealed grinning spread across their face when they found that they planned on dying 
Life wasn’t good to her 
Now she’ll show them what she’s truly made of 
If only her brain could transfer 
To the body of the person that she could love
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The Angels are calling me 
To tell me to come look and see
All of them are enemies 
Crawling like centipedes 
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The Angels are calling me 
To tell me to come look and see
they saw me when I prayed 
And they’ll watch a decay of a pretty face
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od1
everything i thought i learned
you showed me how to watch it burn
set ablaze to my heart n turn it to ashes
watch me fall as my life flashes
everybody watching me
i cant help but feel to flee
rip my thoughts n throw em at me
ill never forgive u after everything
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fucked with my brain
and now im stuck here
looking for a way
to make it all clear
look into the mirror
cuz i dont see you
hit me back up if u wna disappear
gouge my fucking eyes
i dont wanna see this anymore
show me all you've got so i can make sure i never return

DECAY OF A PRETTY FACE + od1ous

桜梅桃李 | oubaitori
[oh-buy-toe-ree] | Japanese
(n.) the idea that people bloom like flowers in their own time and take individual journeys; the acceptance of not comparing oneself to others and focusing on one's own uniqueness


I'm just trying to get out of my mind at this point,
Accepting what is and what isn't...

I don't need anything when I'm here...
Because it feels like home.

IT FEELS LIKE I CAN BE MYSELF WITH YOU

Oubaitori

spring solace

hay fever

all rights reserved to Lady Gaga, remixed without permission. i do not profit from anything, this is purely for creative purposes.
the original song is '1000 Doves' by Lady Gaga. vocals, writing and artwork credit goes exclusively to Lady Gaga. i am only responsible for the arrangement and production of this remix.

Lady Gaga - 1000 Doves (Super Sydney Remix)

i cut my wrist so pretty theres alot of blood on the floor 
i cut my thigh so ugly 
i cant feel a thing anymore 
i love styros but ill cut deeper this time 
my razor kisses hearts into my knife 
i feel so ugly 
im rotting inside 
bugs crawling thru my corpse 
when i’m dead ill be alright 
dismember me and love me close 
i feel so pretty 
shoot me in ur room 
im decaying in ur basement 
looking at u 
my life’s like a gore movie bby ur my all
i have so many scars i lost fucking count 
i’m writing scary songs in my room to keep my mind right 
cuttings like therapy but i’m still alone 
id sever my veins but my outfits too cute 
i did my makeup so beautiful bby just for u 
i’m crying in the rain listening to my favorite song wrists slit of course cuz u know i fuck it up

luv me close decay (kaneda7)

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Black skinny jeans So tight 
it’s like a tourniquet 
There’s something wrong with your cheeks 
Have you been eating less
Oh You’re so Pretty in pink 
Pretty while maudlin 
Such a cute little face
Have you tried modeling 
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Sinks Its teeth in ur chest 
it likes To feast on brunettes 
Can you tell me lovingly 
I’m not already dead
Can you write to the mourge 
To fix their decor 
So the ambiance suits
Their new decaying whore
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Clip my wings 
Make sure I’ve bled 
I don’t want to leak
All over your bed 
And when I’m cut and dry
Sew my flesh into the finest leather piece 
Scrape out all the muck
Inside my head 
I tried to wash it daily
like you said 
And once I’m cute and stuffed i hope I can 
Have a nice spot in a menargie
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If you tapped into the bone
Would it be sweet like it’s maple
A ringing from the phone
I relate a lot to Abel
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Sweet like a candy cane 
You can’t remember my name 
Do you hear when it says 
Pick up the rock just like Cain

MAUDLIN

produced by me
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Did you hear it smells like rot in the backstage 
Imagine if someone hid, died in the crawlspace 
My head really hurts 
I think I’m about to fall
She cut her hand open, got a fright, there was nothing but straw 
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I got Prada, new furs, what about your birthday?
Bummer maybe wait for your next anniversary?
Not everyone’s a swan
Nested in Babylon
lipstick on a pig, as your body’s starting to rot
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I hope that 
You make it 
Home in time 
For Christmas 
I hope that
You got past
the worst part
of your sickness 
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Your face look sore 
I hope you can still smile
Smeared red stains 
On the Bathroom Tiles 
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Do you hear 
The bells
Of the Reindeers Reins 
Hung up like a marionette 
Strung up with the veins
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An inch from the fire
Yet there’s no sign of thaw 
I forgot my scarf 
My neck snapped, head tumbled off
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If it’s making you bored 
You can just turn the page 
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There’s something under the floors
Tip toe just in case 
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Did something happen last summer
Your demeanor took a shift
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I see it’s hung on the wall 
was it a birthday gift ?

STUCK IN THE REIN

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Your smile looks so haunted 
Can you wear your showing face 
I think he has a spare, it should be somewhere in the case 
Your eyes they look so different
Are they a different shade 
Because I think they go together 
The green against the beige 
The deer in in the headlights
Did you hear about last night 
A strange face at the door 
Fevrent dreams thought the nighttime 
Polka dots skin tight 
Be careful his dog bites 
Gonna poison the thing that lives in the mirror tonight 
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as the doll laid on the floor, unable to move
Came A soft calm voice, out of the blue 
With a soft drawn breath 
As it softly caressed, said 
There will come soft rains when I’m with you
And as the sky began to weep came an cerulean hue 
Such A pretty blue sky, but a saddening view
Falling into the daze
It re-stated its phrase 
There will come soft rains when I with you
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My arms fell off you shouldn’t follow suit and amputate 
I have something to do tomorrow anyway it getting late 
You can’t leave now love you didn’t even get to see the cake 
Please don’t raise your voice like that, I don’t want my bones to break
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It’s blasphemy 
Feels like atrophy 
As far as my eyes can see 
looks fine to me 
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a couple of these 
Is all you need 
Whats wrong with your knees
We should wait and see

POLKA DOT ZOO

Produced by me
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A wedding day for the scissor and the socket 
If you find my eyes can you put them in your pocket
I hope there’s space in your room to put my head 
I cannot see I think that they both fell out the socket 
A wrinkled smile fading because it’s forgotten 
A tear sheds for the goodbye of whats within
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Did you see her face last night 
Yeah, she looked like a disaster 
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can we get a different meal
Because this pudding tastes like plaster 
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I want to know what went on
Somebody go and ask her 
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What’s the denomination 
Free of charge we bring a pastor
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Will they be dancing 
Where we are going 
I see several deer
Can you slow down the rowing 
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Will the foxes be prancing 
All over the place
Or stalk in the bushes 
With ephemeral grace
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Oak or doug 
Over there we have chessnut 
Worms and mums 
Haven’t shown to have a preference 
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The Persian rug
The audience roars
the pattern juxtaposed
Against the body on the floor 
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I think I’m misremembering I thought you had green eyes
Take your shoes off at the door if you wouldn’t mind
But what if i leaped and suddenly flied 
If you listen closely you can hear the the circus 
But as the sound draws nearer you start feeling nervous 
can you see how the clowns feel from their eyes 
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Incandescent lights
Shows the crowd the rotting suture
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The meat hook hangs the arms
A vibrant bis applauds the butcher 
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The man with the boat
Looks not trusting through the fog
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At least my sides n quarters might nourish some friendly dogs

FEATHER PILLOWS

i'm a softie, if you couldn't already tell

hay fever

sydney is a softie

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