Na na na

Na na na

Na na na

Na na na

Na na na

Na na na

Na na na

Na na na

And the kids all gathered ‘round, the soldiers did their checks

Sand burning between their toes, and dried up starving necks

Soldiers pointed at the kids, and parents at the brink

Parents cried as Lenny aimed, the children all would sing

Na na na

Na na na

Na na na

Na na na

Na na na

Na na na

Na na na

Na na na

Then a sandstorm swept the floors and blew the homes away

Lenny grabbed a prisoner and ran for nearby caves

Kiddo cried, his hands still tied, and thanked him for the help,

Lenny just said your alive, so I’ll kill you myself

Na na na

Na na na

Na na na

Na na na

Na na na

Na na na

Na na na

Na na na

Yo, the door gets smaller as you go on through

Yo, the door gets smaller as you go on through

Yo, the door gets smaller as you go on through (and you know there’s 2 directions)

Yo, the door gets smaller as you go on through (and you know there’s 2 directions)

Yo, the door gets smaller as you go on through (and you know there’s 2 directions)

ugly lenny

I heard that you got dirt on me, I hope you drag it under land, when you get dragged beneath the sand, with the knife still in your hand,
I hope you don’t survive.
I heard that you got beef with me, I ought to stick a pencil through your neck, and while you choke, you hear a click, and I shoot shotguns like a hick, when he kills terrorists with toothpicks,
You won’t survive.
Excuse the suit and uniform, you’d think I’d came from the war, when traitors came round knockin’ doors, and we were traitors, killing poor, and shoving bodies in the floor,
How do I join?
And every time I slaughter man, I’ll see your face pop up again, I’ll put a hole through it and then, I’ll set a trap and count to ten, where I can torture ten more men,
And think they’re you. 

Yo,
This shit is personal drain, I that on all my enemies names, I put that with throwing bombs off a plane, G.I joe did it so we do the same, what is true worthiness, what is a terrorist, what is the patriots game,
I blow my steam off of murdering, all the dirt on me is perjury.
What do you want me to do? I’m blowing heads off with guns (cause of you), I’m out here shootin’ and ditching my crew, I’m here to kill and still get revenue, I’m out here shooting big guns for the mass, in USA, we pay psychopaths, we make psychopaths, we break psychopaths, we make poison gas, we– 

HUH HUH HUH HUH

WE REMOVE THE ‘PR’ FROM PRIDE, I LET THE ‘K–POP’, PLACE ‘TRAP’ METAL, HIDE,
TO ALL MY ENEMIES, RAH! I GOT MORE LED THAN A TERRORIST OPP WHEN HE’S SHOOTING DOWN COPS,
I’ll shoot em’ fast now, quick murders, that's my cash cow, let's aim it, click click, pow, pow,

I RIP THE BASS OUT OF THROATS, THE BASS IS THE MUSIC, THE BLOOD’S HOW YOU CHOKE. 
YOU BITCHES PICKING SIDES LIKE THIS IS BASEBALL, KNOWING THAT YOUR NOT THE ONE IN THE BLOOD DRAW.

There's no love, wakin’ up, there's no love, wakin’,

There's no love, wakin’ up, there's no love, wakin’,

There's no love, There's no love, there's no love, wakin’,

There's no love, wakin’ up, wakin’ up,, wakin’,

There's no love, wakin’ up, there's no love, wakin’,

There's no love, wakin’ up, there's no love, wakin’,

There's no love, There's no love, there's no love, wakin’,

There's no love, wakin’ up, wakin’ up, wakin’,

military boy

For those confused about the snippet at the end, that was the original "what its like" with lyrics that I made back in 2024. The version that I released was instrumental, simply because I wasn't comfortable with my voice.

what its like. pt 2

lullabies for the armed.

BULLETPROOF TEETH

there is no easy way to say this; this is a track, titled after the last words of a trans woman who killed herself. She was 17 at the time. From what I know, she killed herself from cyberbullying, but could have been facing other issues. I want to move carefully on this subject, as to not overstep, but the numerous people who celebrated her death are living scum on earth; and it pains me to even give them the time of day, writing about them here. This is an incident I will never get over. I am very sorry, to everyone.

its a pretty view

Comfort In Chaos

Monsters In The House - Live

Time Lapse

Modular synth and general synth experimentations and explorations.

You don’t know what it’s like

You don’t know what it’s like in here

You don’t know what it's like 

Don’t know what it’s like in here

And I don’t blame you

I should tell you, never shame you

You don’t know what it’s like

You don’t know what it’s like in here

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