so need a cute girl (chris chan)

another shooty cover for the shooty album
I couldnt figure out the lyrics so I made half of them  up

Doot do dooo dooo doot do dooo doo Doot do dooo doot doot do dooo dooo Dooot doo doo doot doooot doooo Dooot doo doo doot doooot doooo

Goodbye and so long i hope you choke on the words i wrote for you in this song you'll hear me sing when you pass away can't say that i blame you for having bad taste 
You know i still think about how you kinda treated me badly and you still do i wonder if you ever tried to change you're so full of shit and you're still the same

Im looking forward to the day I get to dance on your grave even though your already dead inside dontcha know I hate you for being alive 
Every breath you take is a waste of space every move you make is a total disgrace when you know you're living on borrowed time you're dirt you're already dead inside

oooOOOOoooooooooOOOooooooo

And it was funny and it was sad the stupid shit that always made her mad there was literally nothing that I could fucking say can't say that I blame her for being that way 
Our lives were shameful and a waste of time, regrets that she can still make me cry I whish that you could somehow take me back, closest thing to love that I ever had

Epitaph

self-titled EP released 9th of Jan 2022

Redpilled Rockstars are @deepblumusic @takadurr @ri_coper @goyfriendisraelfart


Credits:
Ozy for banning blu
Blu for angering ozy
Nevaeh for the picture

Fuck E-Punk

still workin on the album

i was feeling so tired
slept through the entire
party, i'm partly awake and asleep
still tasting the vomit
i felt so fucking nauseous
passed out in the toilet
just for a couple seconds

picking up the broken glass
on the kitchen floor
looking at a photograph
of myself that i've never seen before

the door's cracked open 
feel the draft coming in
the wind blows me away
into some place i've never been
but i think it's gonna shut
as im sat here remembering
my hands under the kitchen sink
i feel the blood spilling in

picking up the broken glass
on the kitchen floor
looking at a photograph
of myself that i've never seen before

culling myself into somebody now
and the face on the back 
of my head's turning round
these days are just fading away
and i want them to stay right here

i want them to stay

Kitchen

cool video
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OupWvlN9ZFE

take a bit out of me today
take a bit out of me tomorrow
take a bit out of me forever
take a bit out of me its over
grind me down to dust
until theres nothing left
nothing left to see
other people erode me

erode me

Co-written by Me and @azyng

Lyrics:
I can't believe all these things I see,
flying by my eyes in some clever disguise,
feels like I'm losing touch, or I just know too much,
either way I'll be out for lunch.

The older I get, the more I forget
The lessons I've learned, just made me dumber
These streets I walk through, I'll forget too,
with everything else I thought I knew.

I can't feel bliss, in ignorance's kiss,
there must be somethin more to this,
losing brain cells, from what I cannot tell,
tryna get to heaven, from this cruel hell.

The older I get, the more I forget,
The lessons I learned, just made me dumber,
These streets I walk through, yeah I'll forget too,
with everything else I thought I knew.

(With everything else I thought I knew.)

Solo

The More I Learn, The Less I Know

ur shapeshifting bf

ists a cover https://soundcloud.com/school-shooter/death-by-cop

this time with vocals you can actually hear i think

death by cop (school shooter cover thing)

Goodbye

I don't wanna live,
for if I just can't live.
I don't see a stable road
I can drive or walk alone.
A life I dream, where I am free
from all this shit that got nothing to do with me.

I don't wanna live,
for if I just can't live.
I don't see a stable road
I can drive or walk alone.
A life I dream, where I am free
from all this shit that got nothing to do with me.

Fakeout!

Where Is My Freedom?

PleaseClick

Yelling At Inanimate Objects Instead of You

website - steakfry.neocities.org
email - thesteakfry@gmail.com

live from my bedroom/garage

The More I Learn, The Less I Know

Steakfry