Paranoia, mass destroyer, masked informer, rats are cornered
Trapped in foyer, gas deployer, glass exposure, gamma spoiler
Plasma boil ya, phantom lawyer, black Toyota, past employer
Daggers on ya, cracked sequoia, flashin flora, anchored aura
Ash and mortar, faster motor, necks in water, smash the sonar
Smack the ogre, steady slaughter, deadly trauma, action horror
Drag the floor up, cameras on ya, lens distort ya, crack and cola
Panicked torture, friends ignore ya, fangs will gore ya, back in coma

Schizophrenia, pistol endin ya, twist chrome bury ya, grip titanium
Tiptoe minimum, split yo cranium, visions wearier, victims fear in ya
Zip code area, flip phone carrier, glitch zone alien, clipped insignia
Flipped interior, script criteria, cryptic medium, quiz show eerier
Mist cloak trivia, mystic idiom, skin tone anemia, sick leukemia
Slick bacteria, pits grown schema, Lisztomania, disco playin ya
Slit throat cinema, rip soul tearin ya, sin soaked minister, wit so sinister
Hypnothermia, wrists froze insular, heat stroke temperature, systems failin ya

Psychosis, minds lotus, mind closes, crime focused
Knifes omen, fights chosen, frights potent, times soulless
Grinds hopeless, sights broken, signs coded, cries spoken
Lifes frozen, dried roses, night doses, vice opens
White oceans, tides motion, skies golden, bright solstice
Lights orbit, spines coilin, spites growin, prides bloated
Eyes swollen, wide open, blind motives, vibes woven
Wires voltage, nines loaded, grinds ghostin, smiles molten

Post-traumatic, souls erratic, almost had it, close to tragic
Cope with madness, no ones askin, ropes and latches, broken fabric
Choked in sadness, throats are gaspin, most dramatic, ghosts are laughin
Frozen panic, bolts and static, smoke and ashes, poisons graspin
Roasted addict, chosen havoc, oaths elastic, molten plastic
Cloaked in magic, old fanatic, lost nostalgic, stoic status
Notes in fragments, loathsome tactic, chronic flashes, moral damage
Hopeless passage, hopes collapsin, cold nomadic, open casket

Insomnia, thin formula, dreams hauntin ya, sleeps tauntin ya
Hymns hollow ya, winds follow ya, grins mockin ya, grim coroner
Blink cornea, deep corridor, screams audible, tears foggin up
Mist cross above, lips swallow dust, kiss not enough, beats drownin ya
Slip on ya thumb, sick chronicle, thick nausea, weak warrior
Crypts callin ya, trips popular, cribs ominous, sins conjurer
Ribs poppin up, skin fallin off, fists knotted up, limbs shiver up
Stiff posture, still wanderin, this monologue, weep softly now

Addiction, affliction, drugs twistin, shots hittin
Highs drinkin, toxic mixin, blunts flickin, clocks tickin
Time quickens, mind thickens, hearts stricken, life sickens
Tongues hissin, eyes thinnin, lost vision, lungs quittin
Prides slippin, suns driftin, dusk friction, dust risen
Rhymes kickin, numb symptom, bust system, strung rhythm
Drums beatin, rush cripplin, gods missin, done trippin
Lucks slippin, one mission, walls written, gun slingin

Mind Games

Your mind's the real battlefield , Not Your Opps  ☁️🏠

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inside_4 drippy version

LYRICS:

I've lost my mum from these old spirits, that's haunting me
So hear my music and someone set me free
I'm just tryna be myself

Feels like no one really gets this pain
I'm so fucked up inside my own brain
I'm having illusions, having evil thoughts
I cannot take this, I won't ignore

My souls in danger so set me free
The spirits still tend to haunt me
Feels like no one gives a fuck
I'm on my own for this battle for better love

What if they want to hurt me
I'm stuck inside and I'm always worried
Overthinking, feelings sorry
Hoping for a future that's better

I know they're bots and it makes me sadder
I'm too aware of things makes me crier
I don't understand what they want from me
But they still haunt me

Why why, does it be like this in time time
I thought I was always nice nice

Why did they make me feel like my kindness was artificial
I'm never special
I'm just tryna be myself

I'm just tryna be myself but it feels like I've been straight through this hell
I have pain in my mind, my brains never fine, I wanna go and die, I know i wanna and cry

Tell me I'm finna do things the right way, it seems like everyday I do the wrong thing
I just wanna be normal and feel myself comfortable 

PROCUCER: (prod. Monty Beats)

Haunt me (prod. Monty Beats)

Still Bleeding - Without Sound

For anyone who feels the weight. 'Anxiety' captures the visceral truth of mental struggle, from chest pains to the battle between ambition and paralysis. You're not alone.

Anxiety (prod. Boyfifty)

🖤 
You didn’t summon her by accident.
That ache. That hunger.
You opened the door, and now she’s inside you.
This is what it sounds like when your shadows speak back.

🎙️ 
“Destruction” is an original piece crafted from my personal writing, laced with raw blues, throbbing bass, cymbals, and a husky female voice that breathes darkness and desire. It’s about the quiet moment before surrender — when you're caught between fear and craving, denial and possession. 

This is more than a poem. It’s a reckoning.

Destruction

This song dives headfirst into the murky territory of self-sabotage, mental health and vulnerability. But this isn’t some moral sermon. Instead, RAW plays out as a conversation, a push and pull with a loved one who delivers the hard truths.

Lyrics:
Summer nights,
Winter days,
Can't see the light,
Don't know my name,
And I'm so tired, ill, afraid,
Living a lie,
There's no escape.

Wrestling the demons inside
It's like RAW
Wrestling the demons inside
It's like RAW
Wrestling the demons inside
It's like RAW
Wrestling the demons inside
It's like RAW

Wrestling the demons inside it's like RAW,
Run but there's nowhere to hide
I can't stop,
Gone like a thief in the night
Who take off,
If it rains know a flood gonna rise
I play god.
She's like 'why you tryna sabotage?
Got the world in the palm of your hand
And you pass it off.
Plus you shine too bright to be blending in,
So why you walk around in your camouflage?
Yeah why you tryna fuck it up?
I know things be weighing on your mind
So you lift it up,
But you always end up coming down,
And you been on this shit for days, when is it enough?'

Summer nights,
Winter days,
Can't see the light,
Don't know my name,
And I'm so tired, ill, afraid,
Living a lie,
There's no escape.

Wrestling the demons inside
It's like RAW
Wrestling the demons inside
It's like RAW
Wrestling the demons inside
It's like RAW
Wrestling the demons inside
It's like RAW

And I can see my face in a scary place,
Too much on my plate that's like every day,
Trip to outer space don't know where it take,
‘Nah this is madness’
She like 'come on you can't tell me you're content with average.'
I said 'really baby I was born to be a savage,
I can live without a shower
I don't need a mattress,
All these material objects are extra baggage.'
'Huh,' she said 'you're smart but you're dumb as fuck,
You waste your time every time and you push your luck,
Getting faded and then feeling rough,
So don't ask me why you're always falling in a rut.'
Damn.

Summer nights,
Winter days,
Can't see the light,
Don't know my name,
And I'm so tired, ill, afraid,
Living a lie.

Wrestling the demons inside
It's like RAW
Wrestling the demons inside
It's like RAW
Wrestling the demons inside
It's like RAW
Wrestling the demons inside
It's like RAW

Ever stare down the worst version of yourself and see something familiar? This one’s for that moment   where the enemy and the reflection become one.

Dealer in the Mirror

„Feel Nothing“ – ein Song über Leere, Druck und das, was keiner sieht.  
Für alle, die fühlen – oder nichts mehr fühlen.

"Feel Nothing" – a song about emptiness, pressure and the things no one talks about.  
For everyone who feels... or feels nothing at all.

produced by MARX FINE  
Inspired by Amelie ✖️

Youtube Link: https://youtu.be/RTvu6pjBoQ4?si=D5Vi_avET1kEGRkB

#FeelNothing #MARXFINE #SadRap #EmoTrap #GermanTrap #DeepRap #InspiredByAmelie #MentalHealth #LoFiMood #HeartNoise

MARX FINE - FEEL NOTHING (INSPIRED BY AMELIE)

Born in the U.S.
Raised in Australia
Chill Rap + Sample-Heavy Beats
Forever an Outcast

South of Heaven is the sound of two voices on the edge of something holy and haunted.
She’s the light. I’m the dust. This is our song.
IGS_Ghost brings the fire and the ghosts. IGS_Kitty brings the light and the grace.
We write for the ones who didn’t die — but sure as hell didn’t walk away clean.
Country, rock, gospel, grief, and grit.
Pull up a chair. There’s room at the fire

I love making music. I am not a rapper or an artist; I am a visionary who will not be defined to only one genre.

Instagram: @saggy_gang 

Build your own table when they don't give you a seat ☁️🏠

Instagram: @saggy_gang

New tracks tagged #Inner Demons