Name: Log Off by hallowed
Duration: 2 min 1 s
Description: the internet is lame it's shrinking your brain

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Eternal Rest

Belowground - Dumb Fuck

ϞCHØØL ϞHØØTΣR - Teenager (Alt Version)

mass shooter

Belowground - S.P.A.S - 12

the internet is lame it's shrinking your brain

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The F Word

every star
you can see in the sky
has frozen over 
now so
dont wake me up,
dont turn on the light
dont come through the doorway

through winding sheets
in the summer nights heat
i saw eyes in the darkness
looking at me 
little tiny people
making little machines
i watched them work all night
increasing their size

subway lines connect the stations, it was all laid out like constellations
that's how a new moon got found, it was in the tunnels, underground
we put the pieces in passenger cars, to different places, far apart
that's how it starts

water and sunlight
is all that they need
they make cocoons made of wax
and plasticine they 
come from darker places
than i've ever seen
with clear open skies
that look so clean

subway lines connect the stations, all laid out like constellations
that's how a new moon got found, it was in the tunnels underground
we put the pieces in passenger cars, to different places far apart
that's how it starts

la la la la la la la, la la la, la la la la la, la la la, la la la la la la la la, la la la, la la la la, la la la

Air Chrysalis

im doing just fine
i think im running out of time

cant stop telling all these fucking lies
cant muster up the strength to say goodbye

i woke up and everything had changed
cant feel a thing exept this pain

i dont think i can take it anymore
cant ever feel the same as before

i dont wanna wake up

i just wanna go home

home


[Verse 1]
She got snakeskin boots and a black Cadillac
Red lips loaded like a heart attack
Hair teased high and her heels even higher
She burns through gas like a four-alarm fire

[Pre-Chorus]
Rollin’ dice with the devil’s grin
She don’t lose, she just begins

[Chorus]
She’s lowdown chrome, built to run
Like a midnight bullet in a smokin’ sun
No brakes, no prayer, no way home
If you ride with her, you're ridin’ alone
Yeah, she’s lowdown chrome
(Slick paint, bad to the bone)

[Verse 2]
Smoke in her laugh and sin in her smile
She'll take your soul, then drive a mile
Neon love in a ghost-town bar
You won't forget where the wild things are

[Pre-Chorus]
She don't ask, she takes the wheel
One touch burns, but damn it feels real

[Chorus – Repeat]
She’s lowdown chrome, built to run
Like a midnight bullet in a smokin’ sun
No brakes, no prayer, no way home
If you ride with her, you're ridin’ alone
Yeah, she’s lowdown chrome
(Slick paint, bad to the bone)

[Bridge – Guitar Solo Over Swampy Groove]
(Slide guitar screams like a warning)
(Drums stomp with boots on the floorboards)

[Breakdown – Spoken]
Ain’t no map, no rules, no time
Just that V8 purr and a bottle of shine
She’s the storm behind your calm—
A rock ‘n roll hymn in a lipstick bomb

[Final Chorus – Full Power]
She’s lowdown chrome, runnin’ red
Like a shot of fire straight to your head
No brakes, no chains, no safe zone
She don’t stop, she don’t moan
Yeah, she’s lowdown chrome—
And you’re already gone.

lowdown chrome

some songs by the band i was in before we broke up. we never made official recordings.

caught in your own inexistence
set up a snare and catch yourself
is this the cause of your resistance?
isn't this everything you want?

i hate going to parties because of this....

you woke up ashamed of being pretty
so you cut off all your hair
harvest the fruit of indecision
an outward sign of your despair

i hate going to parties because of this

fall into the arms of God...

We Will Waste

trophy girls - pineapple jam

media junkies

buy the album
https://bigbrainsmallskull.bandcamp.com/album/media-junkies

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