( ft the throat goat himself @genericsongs6 )

Remember when we first met
I saw you light up a cigarette
And I watched you inhale, eyes filled with awe
I wanted to be you, look awesome and all
But now that you've left, all I have's an addiction
You caused me to break down, gave me an affliction
Now

I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die
Got a cancer in my lungs
And it's not alright
I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die
Left me aching in my heart
And I continue to cry

Did you ever think about me
It's not tabacco, but your love that I need
To keep me going, but you just fucked up
Continued yelling, my love was not enough
Why do you, keep screaming
The doubts they keep on seeding
And I think I'll hate you forever
Because you'll always never
Think that

I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die
Got a cancer in my lungs
And it's not alright
I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die
Made me keep on counting clocks
And I'm out of time

[Generic]
I wanna know why
You can't be here with me now
Left with my own vice
Pulling away from my life
I wanna know why
You can't be here with me now
Left with my own vice
Pulling away from my life

I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die
Got a cancer in my lungs
And it's not alright
I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die
Left me aching in my heart
And I continue to cry
I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die
Got a tumor in my brain
And it causes such a fright
I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die
Made me keep on counting clocks
And now I'm out of time

smokers luv (ft Generic)

You're so revolting
My soul bleeds through my eyes
You are the worst
When you're talking to nice guys
You are the whole to my
Empty soul
I don't think I can see it
Maybe that's why

KILL THEM ALL
KILL THEM ALL
NOW THERE'S NOTHING LEFT
OF THEM
KILL THEM ALL
KILL THEM ALL
NOW THERE'S NO BRIDGE
TO AMEND

You're so revolting
My soul bleeds through my eyes
You are the worst
When you're talking to nice guys
You are the whole to my
Empty soul
I don't think I can see it
Maybe that's why

I need gun to
kill my friends
If nobody loves me
I'm happy to end
My life is afixed
With tragic picks
Of wanting better
With the wrongest mix

KILL THEM ALL
KILL THEM ALL
NOW THERE'S NOTHING LEFT
OF THEM
KILL THEM ALL
KILL THEM ALL
YOU'RE SUCH A THANKLESS
DEGEN
KILL THEM ALL
KILL THEM ALL
NOW THERE'S NO BRIDGE
TO AMEND
KILL THEM ALL
KILL THEM ALL
WHY THE LONG FACE
YOU'RE NOT MY FRIEND


Kill them all

I promise I can sing okay without layered vocals guys, I swear


What a beautiful broken soul
Is that why you came after me
Hey can I come and hang myself at your place
My ceiling is far too weak
What an earnest attempt at grieving
I don't know what I'd do without your lead
My brain is so hung up on shit
They all scream no and I'm taking my leave

There's barely any life left to live
I'm always holding truths
I'm so fucking retarded
You think that it sucks and I think that it sucks too
But you're not the one who insists that
It's good to keep on loving you
Oh what a great old mistake
Living at nowhere there's nothing to do!

Do you ever feel like someone you shouldn't be
They bury your bones in your seat
And I think for it hurts my feeble brain
You've always been such a nobody!

can I come over and hang myself at your place

Another wasted night
All alone
I have wasted my life
Stuck at home
Call me hikikomori
Because this is my story
Lonely boy without a lover
To call his own

I write what I write
It's all fucking shit
I'll end myself if I don't quit
Writing this hell
Songs about killing myself

(Another wasted night
All alone
I have wasted my life
Stuck at home
Call me hikikomori
Because this is my story
Lonely boy without a lover
To call his own)

Call me hikikomori
Because this is my story
Call me hikikomori
Because this is my story
Call me hikikomori
Because this is my story
Call me hikikomori
Because this is my world

i should stop writing songs about how im going to kill myself

It was the worst time
In my life to be afraid
Turned down by your wrath
Made you feel so renegade
You're hurting me just like
You try to hurt yourself
It seems like something
you can't hide within your health

Instant Gratification
They call me Rattification
Got beady eyes, a little snout
And I don't know what you're talking about

This is my
This is my
This is my
Last resort
This is my
This is my
This is my
Last resort
This is my
This is my
This is my
Last resort
This is my
This is my
My perfect
Last resort

Rattification

There's this girl who I know
Asked her "where should I go?"
She said life is upsetting
I think my life is depressing me down

Life's a runaway bride
Your brain is so gentrified
There's nobody I would miss
If I just pissed off and died
Want a house and little boat
Doing good for society
But my dreams will never float
I got major  anxiety

I don't know what I want
In life
I'll always be the one who
Lies

There's this girl who I know
Asked her "where should I go?"
She said life is upsetting
I think my life is depressing me down

I don't know what I want
In life
I'll always be the one who
Lies
My death will come as no
Surprise
As you laugh at me
I cry

my dreams have died just like my future

Сатирический трэш-панк с примесью индастриала и нойза.
Политический протест, панк-энергия и мрачный юмор против культа власти.

Жанры: punk, trash punk, industrial, noise, satire, political

Текст:

Пусть беззубые слова вылетают изо рта.
По привычке улыбаясь вылетаю из окна
Как прекрасна моя родина 
Убившая меня

По асфальту растекаясь
По стене сползаю вниз
Сквозь решётки прорываясь
Рассыпаюсь на карниз

Злые волки меня ели, но немного не доели
Я повесился на ели, чтобы люди охуели
Я собрал свои останки 
Разложил в пустые банки
Но потеряна душа
Очень долго я искал
В голове кружится смог
я себя найти не смог
Вдыхаю белый порошок.
Ну здравствуй бог.

Как бездушна моя родина любившая меня
Как бездушна моя родина любившая меня

На поминках будущего
Выпили за прошлое
Закусили сегоднящним днём
Видимо завтра мы умрём.

Привык просыпаться в бетонной клетке
Ездить куда-то в консервной банке
Считать копейки в приложении банка
Рассыпаться на части после каждой пьянки...
Где-то на ютубе улыбаются обезьянки)

Как беззуба моя родина проклявшая себя
Как беззуба моя родина проклявшая себя
Как беззуба моя родина проклявшая себя
Как беззуба моя родина проклявшая себя

Занавеска упала с зеркала
Моя судьба сегодня тверкала
На глаза не положили монеты люди верующие в приметы.
Завернули меня в целофан, вероятно это все обман.
Как привычна моя родина обнявшая меня...

Родина

People say you're shit
And we're out of time
I think they want you to quit
And I know perfectly why
Try invest stocks
Into internet rock
It's just the tunes they suck
Is that a crime

Thank God
My guts
Will never be
A wojak
It's not
My rot
Never fucking
worth that

I think the ego's
Too big to ignore
Want to connect
But you call her a whore
She says your through
And she calls you a jew
Even if she knew
There's nothing more

Thank God
My guts
Will never be
A wojak
It's not
My rot
Never fucking
worth that

never be a wojak

Манифест разрушенного человека и одновременно портрет целой страны. Алкоголь, пустота, телевизор, парады и кровь — бытовой ад превращается в ритуал. Панк без надежды, исповедь меланхолика, крик в тишину.

Manifest of a broken man and at the same time a portrait of an entire country. Alcohol, emptiness, television, parades and blood — everyday hell turns into a ritual. Punk without hope, a melancholic’s confession, a scream into the void.

Сердитый и злой

«ЦЕЛУЙ» — это приказ, превращённый в абсурд.
Гимн поклонения, доведённый до панковской крайности.
Шум, злость и гротеск превращают банальное слово в символ насилия и подчинения.

Мой респект Шевчуку.
Этот трек — саркастический ритуал, где любовь к власти звучит как издевка, а поклонение становится карикатурой.

Текст:

Путина люби - целую жопу

Целуй

2 steps forward. 1 step back.

the very bottom of the barrel when it comes to both musical skill and social interaction. if SoundCloud recommended me to you, I am deeply sorry

Kremlin Band — музыкально-политический панк-арт-проект. 

Моя попытка пережить безумие, которое называют реальностью.

Тексты — Илья Меркурьев. Музыка и голос — нейрогенерация.

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Kremlin Band is a musical-political punk art project. 

My attempt to survive the madness they call reality.

Lyrics — Ilya Merkuryev. Music and vocals — neural generation.

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