Shunned by those who claim to be like me
I freeze I choke I bleed

Carved my curse in the flesh of a verse
Burst with thirst for the worst and rehearsed every hurt
E-every breath I take is soaked in despair
I wear my pain with a flair and it poisons the air

Dagger-tongued demons imprisoned in my head, they are dreaming of treason,
Bleedin' through the seams of my loathing season
I scream in silence, with violence in the rhythm
I'm chained up to my shame, locked up in this self-made prison

Hope is a weapon I turned on myself
I am blind to the good and to praise I am deaf
I am hollow, I'm hallowed, I'm hell in disguise
There's no need for hello, you can start with goodbye

Я КМС
Это тоже как спорт
Я КМС
watch  me smile as I pull the trigger
Я КМС
запоздалый аборт
Я КМС
it's my only resort

I do not belong here I'll never fit in
I aim I slit I sin

Stop trying to help can't you see I am damned?
I will bear this to death and I'm nearing the end

My thoughts are twisted into knots my brain is clotted till it rots
I have connected all the dots to see the holes in godly plots
I have subverted the defaults to watch my world as it implodes
The truth is buried in the dirt where with my honour it corrodes

Я КМС
Это тоже как спорт
Я КМС
watch  me smile as I pull the trigger
Я КМС
запоздалый аборт
Я КМС
it's my only resort

Chokin' on the smoke from the bridges I've burned
And I yearn for the world that they join as I mourn
With the back crack bendin' backwards facing the lack
As I stretch out for a hand and I fall through the black

All the shame thus became the cathedral of pain
Brick by brick it was laid from the depths within my brain
Slick mind split bit by bit by the trauma and guilt
Never fit any script, that's the just the way that I am built
Now the wrists have been slit ugh soul is covered in spit
I'm so sick of it, all I want is to quit

I accept my fate and I leave with a grin
Nothing can be done with the darkness within

Брюсову не с Ландом
На столе 2 грамма
Потом еще 2, и еще 2
Но без тебя, бля

Не можешь представить
Не можешь являться
Я-то выбрал смерть
Всем умирать, но я хоть с танцем

Тыщи раз пропущен,
И я снова не замечен
Знаменем победы
Я уверен, буду мечен

Ты ведь испугалась
Мнительно и скучно
Сложно, когда думать надо

Все веришь эмоциям
Прав лишен рассудок
Из могучей кучки
Лишь пакет, бычок и юность

Смерть, смерть, смерть
Набирает номера
Мне остался месяц
27 как 22

Трахнул ее как будто мы в фильме
Кто я - вот честно не знаю ребята
Жалуюсь, хули, могу ведь по-русски
Польский, английский, и жестовый - карта
Платина, золото, фианиты, бриллианты
Чувства поставил свои перед фактом
Как мне сказать, что сказать не могу
Scorpion season is starting

Осенние улицы, перекрыли хоружей, не знаю как даже добраться, пред фактом
С совестью сделка подписана кровью, и  все отдаёт только фальшью пред фактом
Серые будни, перепетии, помню ли я свое имя пред фактом
Паспортных данных лишенный лишенец лишает лишенных - решимость пред фактом

Почему ангелы падают? Сука, их заебало летать

Смерть, смерть, смерть, обстоятельство - не больше
Сильно постарайся
Сделать можно не наотмашь

Смерть, смерть, смерть, обстоятельство - не больше
Нить судьбы подразмоталась
Ей все дырки не зашьешь

Смерть, смерть, смерть
Ты себя убила, верю
Где былой задор?
У суки лишь тоска и тремор

Покажу ли всё? Нет, хули
Расскажу ли всё в деталях
Не прошла - прошла на выход
Я на дне тип, ха, наебал

интермеззия [prod. by crestalleen]

FUTURE SIGHT

YES THERE ARE ACTUAL LYRICS TO THIS SONG AND NOT JUST ME SCREAMING
LYRICS:
(intro)
this town aint big enough for the two of us pardner
someone's gotta get this land
this town it gon be mine

(verse 1)
i pop me a bottle and im running away
i kill me a family and im fucking a gay
and i find me a gun and im ready to stay
im tracking you down shoot you in the face

(chorus)
i run away you run away
i run away you run away
i run away you run away
i run away you run away
chase scene bitch you better run
chase scene bitch you better run

(verse 2)
galloping with a gun imma air it
shine on my boots watch how it is glaring
sun in our eyes while our guns'll be spraying
fucking me with is so very daring
six-shot boom boom dont miss
haters loathe to see me like this
stomp you out then take a piss
stream inside your mouth dont hiss
drank too much mind in a haze
i cant fuck whenever bitches lame
imma shoot you no delay
your bitch never takes the blame
your bitch the queen of bucking and ducking
my bitch the queen of fucking and sucking
riding around im plucking and trucking
you is a chicken just clucking and tucking
find you then boom boom
find you then boom boom

(chorus)
i run away you run away
i run away you run away
i run away you run away
i run away you run away
chase scene bitch you better run
chase scene bitch you better run
chase scene bitch you better run
chase scene bitch you better ru-

(verse 3)
lasso revved like a vinyl spinning
feel like a king i cant stop winning
find us a femboy we get to milking
dirty wide eyes
come fuck my life up
come fight with a fucking knife
ya ya ya ya i cant die
like a bitch ride or die
in a standoff
i aint gonna lie

(chorus)
i run away you run away
i run away you run away
i run away you run away
i run away you run away
chase scene bitch you better run
chase scene bitch you better run

chase scene ahh song (prod. racmuf & brug)

“Hagfish Muppet” is a surgical strike wrapped in glitchpunk skin — a psychological diss-track aimed at the corrupted underbelly of Greymouth public health gatekeeping. Fusing industrial trap with cinematic spoken word, the track exposes how mental health access is hijacked by bureaucrats hiding behind procedure and PR.

Through bone-cracking metaphors, courtroom slime, and ventriloquist strings, Silk & Circuitry tells the true story of fighting a DHB official who denied psychiatric care even after a doctor’s referral — leading to a second arrest coordinated behind closed doors.

From puppet strings fed by IV drips to interludes like medical testimonies carved in concrete, this track isn't just music — it’s documentation. And if they try to erase the record, let them choke on the slime trail.

The Muppet never speaks for itself.
The hand does.

Genre: Industrial Trap / Spoken Word Protest / Glitch Noir
Themes: Institutional corruption, psychiatric abuse, courtroom theatre, patient resistance, gaslight culture, bureaucratic horror
Best Played: In headphones. Or in open court.



Hag Fish Muppet

this is kind of a homage.

im too lazy to add lyrics.

cbt // bbt (prod. WhiteEyez)

⚔️ black magic ⚔️

🎧 prod: 2CB
🎧 mix & master: Flix

🚨 słuchaj na głośnikach z basem.
💀 follow me for more dark pluggnb heat.

#switchonme #flix

flix - switch on me (prod. 2CB)

Сука, на весь год пропал

Суть атавизм - он пропал

атавизм [prod. by CGE]

LYRICS 

Twisting up yo mind 
I can never see your face 
Your a dead man walking to your end


I wanna take your life without no reason 
Bloody bags in the street Don’t pretend 


Accelerate I never see your face 
Breaking out your neck 
I wanna fuck up the place 

You a bitch 
You never cannot relate 
We take you down 
barbwire in your fucking face 


(Yeah i wanna see the bloody bags) 
Yeah i wanna see the bloody bags
Yeah i wanna see the bloody bags
Yeah i wanna see the bloody bags

Why can’t everybody just can’t get enough 
Fuckers around me can never give it up 
Hanging on the roof, you get shot with my pump
Society and vengeance put you to the dump 


Bleeding out crib with fucking dead souls 
You talk too much shit put yo mouth to the polls 

I cannot see dead 
I cannot see dead 

Fucking grab the clever we can put it to your fucking head

RE2 (PROD.DIE)

BAD MUSIC FOR BAD PEOPLE – Young Death

This isn’t a song. It’s a sonic mugshot.  
Trap metal with its teeth out. Hardcore punk with a vendetta.  
“Bad Music for Bad People” is for anyone who’s ever screamed into a cracked mic, punched through a glitch, or ghosted their own therapist.

•  Vocals? Unfiltered rage.
•  Instrumental? Glitch-scarred metal riffs duct-taped to a broken subwoofer.
•  Vibe? Angsty, angry, and unapologetically hostile.

If you like your music loud, distorted, and emotionally unstable—this one’s for you.  
Stream it. Blast it. Let it ruin your mood in the best way possible.

#YoungDeath #TrapMetal #HardcorePunk #CollapseCore #BadMusicForBadPeople

bad music for bad people

bad music for bad people x Young Death

prod. @snakepitch
vocals & mix by @heroinpot

(inspiration - https://soundcloud.com/snakepitch/gain-over-active-euthanasia)

S-21 (PROD. SNAKEPITCH)

Barteus x APS - Sekta (prod.Blunt Christ )

Barteus x APS - 1995 (prod.@LASTRX )

Barteus x APS - Misantrophia 2  (PROD.MXLTHAEL)

Barteus x APS - Vici (PROD.T!KO)

2AM SO FUCKING TIRED

support DEATHSWITCH
https://soundcloud.com/deathswitchbeats

SEEKING PROD: DEATHSWITCH

ONE MAN ARMY PROD: DEATHSWITCH

Have you ever tried to strike someone from your life?

https://instagram.com/n0trixx

DO NOT TAKE MY MUSIC SERIOUSLY. FG GANG LEADER.
THE BRUG TAPE VOLUME 2 OUT NOW!

🕸️ Silk & Circuitry 🧠⚡

Welcome to the tangled thread between trauma and transcendence.
This is where music becomes a mirror—reflecting the fractures, the fight, and the fire.
We don’t just make beats. We build bridges. Between pain and purpose.

Here, recovery isn’t a quiet thing.
It’s a war cry wrapped in melody,
a healing ritual whispered through circuitry,
a love letter to those who feel too much in a world that rewards those who feel nothing.

Every track is stitched with intent:
🕯️ To hold space for the broken
⚖️ To call out control masked as care
🧬 To challenge the narcissists who built their webs in our minds
🛠️ And to offer tools—not just songs—for doing what’s right when the cost is everything.

Silk & Circuitry is for the ones who walk away from the web
and grow wings instead.

This is art as resistance.
This is trauma turned frequency.
This is the ghost in your machine, learning how to feel.



Bad music for bad people.  
Young Death is a collapse core archivist channeling distortion, courtroom scowls, and algorithmic silence into ritualized sonic glyphs. His sound mutates through trap metal, dark trap, and hardcore rap each track a log entry carved from broken compass ribs and void-black sockets.

Raised in the wreckage of genre purity, Young Death weaponizes friction: glitchy playlist submissions, shadowbans, and metadata sabotage become part of the archive. His music isn’t clean—it’s cursed. Screamed through cracked teeth and buried beneath collapsed algorithms, it’s signal for those who never belonged.

This isn’t branding. It’s ritual.  
This isn’t a scene. It’s signal.  
This is bad music for bad people.

New tracks tagged #Ragecore