
the way your hand now feels foreign 
like  a switch in my brain turned you hostile
an invader on native land
your presence is just essence feeding my paranoia

in between us is the void
the jokes now only have daggers thrown
where there was love
there is nothing

desolation of  a relation
this  is war

its like a storm picks up
when you send your passive aggressive texts
a balloon gets popped
when i'm feeling good about myself you think you need to comment

[chorus]

being with the private you
the public me
the hesitant view and the challenging troop
so drop the bombs
lets just end this
nothing matters until you're headless
this. is. war.

ohh weee
ohhh weee
ohhh weee
ohhh ahhh


pick it up
throw me around
like a rag doll
shot gunning the house with your crass critical sass
we established I'm to blame in luring you to this game
of war

where did these grenades come from?
sleeping in a helmet
this used to be our paradise but since this started 
shit aint nice
and i'm not sure who will win
we might need, some therapy


[chorus]
so drop the bombs
we used to be so fun
nothing matters til you're headless
this. is. war.
this. is war.
this is war!!!!!! ahhh


ohh weee
ohhh weee
ohhh weee
ohhh ahhh

wave the flag
we'll call it a day
repair and go back to being civil
until the minor thing creeps
and the the sirens begin

This is War!

how do I simply drop it and forget
its written on your face
like the scratches on your chest

You promised you'd be honest
 promised you'd be honest
 promised you'd be honest
but all you've done is lie
and now you're begging for forgiveness

so I'll say this 

[chorus]
Shoot the moon
we'll call it quits
take as many times as it will take
shoot the moon
we'll call it quits

why am i the forgiving type
the one to turn my cheek
when all you've done is strike

you promised me forever
you promised me forever
you promised me forever
but now we're here
you're crying out and begging
but i don't know what to do

So I'll say this 

[chorus]
Shoot the moon
we'll call it quits
take as many times as it will take
shoot the moon
we'll call it quits

didn't I (sayyyy)
didn't I (sayyyy)
didn't I (sayyyy)

so I'll say this again

[chorus]
Shoot the moon
we'll call it quits
take as many times as it will take
shoot the moon
we'll call it quits

we'll call it quits

we'll call it quits

we'll call it quits


Shoot the Moon

I remember our first date
we were feeling quirky
you told me about your family
told me about your best friends
guess it was gravy or as the kids would say lit

took you round to mine
showed you a good time
shared a good line
got in your head and i would go on this carousel again my love

beers and lime
we're sitting eating small fish
you say i'm looking tasty and lean over and take it
my breath...

someone get a doctor and fix my breathing
this guys got me swooning like a hipster for the green

..

I don't remember when things turned sour
you lost your job and I was bored of the sun
we were a hot fling
but the sex wasn't really your thing  (limp dick)
people said we're cute
people said we're good 
people didn't see the cracks
cos you were busy chasing stashes

when we're alone its like peak greys
and you're offering me a sweetie
lean over and share it, taking me back to being hopelessly
hyperventilating
can't find my breathe...

someone get a doctor and fix my breathing
this guys got me swooning


small things kinda add up
we were both broke 
and running on fumes

small things  add up

small things  add up

small things  add up

small things  add up

small things  add up

get away from me
not needing that look
not looking you in the eyes
small things  add up
and some how i'm covering the bill
need to leave
not that you'd notice
unless i'm your dealer and your low on coke.

its been a few years
and i kind of lost touch
but i check in with your mother
yeah she's filled me in good

you're still broke
would i still  be swooning while you'd be gooning
wanting the next stronger thing

I don't need a doctor
but maybe you do?


Small Things Add up!

digital flu-oddity
got a body built by hard knocks
and from working like a dog

ketamine capital
everyone on Adderall
numbed to the news
lived through it.
lived through this!

[chorus]
nothing-as-scary-as a telephone-call
you can't say boo to shoo us,
we'd just get another round
and sit with our peers
other millennials
and bitching about the others before us and who came after.


its hard being a millennial ghost
...

yeah
we invented ghosting
but you'd think we'd be used to it
swipey-swipey
no love not likely
cynical, sat on the fringe, political
cynically crying at healthy tv relations 

[chorus]
nothing as scary as our debt ceiling
you can't say boo to shoo us,
we'd just get another round
and sit with our peers
other millennials

its hard being a millennial ghost

we're the generation of addiction
binge tv
binging films
our personalities change with a new novel
we're the fan base - unless you're a terf

we hear you
ohhh the millennial  snowflakes
but we're prepped for nuclear wars
world war gen z
judging the only fan generation

You can't really be all that serious 
we'd make a joke about doomsdays and suicide
we're not very forward thinking, half of us don't recycle
but we complain about others who don't on facebook
while avoiding our parents posts

its hard being a millennial ghost
we accept the party invite
but stay at home learning tiktok dances
or recipes from a box so we can claim we're chefs

Boo

Boo

oooo


Millennial Ghost

Seems I'm forever the armchair detective
the one who checks the pulse of a corpse
the guy who Figured It Out When Everyone Else Already Knew

forever got egg on my face
look out the window when the action kicks off
the guy going round in circles
when the cats out the bag

why did you see me as a second responder
the hero half dressed gets the call while crawling into bed

[chorus]
its not fair
its not right
and if I knew how to do math
it would be over for your ass

can't be who you call 
when you don't have my number
or lowering the stakes
can't make a name

[chorus]
no, no, no, no, no
its not fair
its not right
and if I knew how to do math
it would be over for your ass

so i guess I've got the dunce cap 
guess ill take the short bus
forever known as the guy who Figured It Out When Everyone Else Already Knew

why does everyone think i'm dumb
why you think i'm slow
how can i react to past tense phrases with you already holding the cheat sheet

[chorus]
its not fair
its not right
and if I knew how to do math
it would be over for your ass

I Figured It Out When Everyone Else Already Knew
guess I'll just be forever second place
compared
comparison to the lead
the second fiddle


I Figured It Out When Everyone Else Already Knew

its in the corner of your eye
in the depths of your mind

(ohhhhhummmmm)
(ohhhhhummmmm)

little by little how it melts away 
first the senses 
then the muscles in your brain
next your hearing words in the wind

(ohhhhhummmmm)

no one said growing up was easy

(ohhhhhummmmm)

[chorus]
soaring, going up like,  little paper planes
riding the wind with your hand on a car ride with a friend
screaming over hills as your stomach flips over on decent
childhood memories kicking rocks and weeping laments

(ohhhhhummmmm)
(ohhhhhummmmm)

but-i-wanna fight-this-ohhhhh-this
i-wanna fight-for-ussss-uzzzz-uzzzzz

(ohhhhhummmmm)
(ohhhhhummmmm)

black and blue my heart it melts
tracing a line
to find mediocre treasure'd men
black and blue my heart if swells
cracking my knuckles
i know this song so well

but-i-wanna fight-this-ohhhhh-this
i-wanna fight-for-ussss-uzzzz-uzzzzz

(ohhhhhummmmm)
(ohhhhhummmmm)

[chorus]
soaring, going up like,  little paper planes
riding the wind with your hand on a car ride with a friend
screaming over hills as your stomach flips over on decent
childhood memories kicking rocks and weeping laments

i-wanna fight-this-ohhhhh-this
i-wanna fight-for-ussss-uzzzz-uzzzzz

i-wanna fight-this-ohhhhh-this
i-wanna fight-for-ussss-uzzzz-uzzzzz

No one said.
no one said

Little Paper Planes

these pages are blank
these words are unwritten
a story is inside me but i can't bring myself to begin it

each paragraph 
syntax and structure
the words are there 
the tip of my tongue
but its asking me all the wrong questions

autobiography
about my worst memories
a tidal of uncertainty
caught in a storm
backed with broken melody

I'd take a year of nothing
I'd swallow lightning if it brought out something
a year of rain, let it drown me
a year of pain let it guide me

ah 
ah
ahhh


ah
ah 
ahhh

oxford commas
and questions
hunted by repeat words and 
bland introspection
a bush is a bush but it could be more
flourishing green textures galore

but I just see nothing

I see too much

I want to start 
but the page is blank and its
starting to mock

syntax and structure
the words are there 
characters and feeling 
all i do is share
like liltting moments and fleeting pauses
i'm using too much thought

I'd take a year of searching
I'd swallow lightning if it brought this out of me
a year of rain, let it drown me
a year of pain 
something
anything to ground me

ah
ah
ahhhh
ah
ah
ahhhhh

posers posing and the world is still turning
the ink is not flowing, like i was hoping
the weight of a ocean sitting on my forehead

I'd take a year sat in the thick of it
I'd roadtrip and solve a mystry
Procrasinating
scathing and breaking
myself down with

syntax and sentences

the pages are blank
the words are unwritten
a story is inside me but i can't bring myself to lift it

A Year Of Rain

Picking at my eyes
picking at my bones
they swoop in and clean 
guess I didn't hit my markers

I should stay on the path
can't deviate, don't touch the grass
guess i should know my lane
flop my landing
back to stacking shelves

swoop swoop
vultures watching
always monitoring

its why i don't do stages
I'll trip and i know 
its ltheir familiar call
the sinking feeling in my gut
nothing but the whoa (oh, Oh)
the gaze from eyes fall
the curtain close
and the picking of my bones

but if i could i would like to protect you from them..

[chorus]
I, would catch you 
I, would have you
land on me
I can take the fall it seems
I, would have you
know that in my arms your
safe
a harbour for none
but my love you're the 
one

sand in my nails
the hours flail 
your horrored face 
as we relent to the weight of gravitys belt
and i wish i could protect
I wish i could help you rest

but if i could protect you from them..

[chorus]
I, would catch you 
I, would have you
land on me
I can take the fall it seems
I, would have you
know that in my arms your
safe
a harbour for none
but my love you're the 
one

breathe
(in out in out in out) BREATHE
(in out in out in out) breathe (you're safe)
(in out in out in out) BREATHE
(in out in out in out)  (you're safe)
(huh)
(huh)
(huh)

I, would
I, would
but i can't stop the sinking feeling
burrowing in my gut
I can't stop the healing
process resting on bones
I can't
I, can't


...

...

I, can't.... protect you^
...
...
I, can't......

Vultures

yeah yeah
cook me up
cook me up (cook me up)
get rubbing my belly
serve it up 
serve it up!

...
...

serve it up 
serve it up!

...
...

Get me in the kitchen
and whip me up something
got a sweet tooth
get your mouth on me

(mix it)
(Mix it)
(ha ha, mix it, mix it up)

serve it up 
serve it up!

oh me oh my
i'm in a pickle
you're looking like i'm a crumble, call me cookie
pulling at these wrappers
my threads be looking knackard


(bass it)
(shake me)
(taste me)

"pre heat the oven and roast"

yeah yeah
.
cook me up
cook me up (cook me up)
.
get rubbing my belly
serve it up 
serve it up!

oh my oh my
i'm in a pickle
got me laying in your juices
ready for another pumping
..

...

take a bite

...
...


i'm no chicken i'm here for the dinner
i've no beef got it squashed like a winner
No fish smell, I'm fresh for the picking
no additives all natural 

juices
...

(juices)


om-nom-nom-nom!



yeah yeah
.
cook me up
cook me up (cook me up)
.
get rubbing my belly
serve it up 
serve it up!

yeah yeah
.
cook me up
cook me up (cook me up)
.
get rubbing my belly
serve it up 
serve it up!
..



wing or thigh
take your pick and pick my bone
lick it up
lick it good!

..

cook me up
cook me up (cook me up)
.
get rubbing my belly
serve it up 
serve it up!

yeah yeah
.
cook me up
cook me up (cook me up)
.
get rubbing my belly
serve it up 
serve it up!

(ya ya)



om-nom-nom-nom!


Cook Me Up!

(sorry it's so sped up copyrights a bitch)
Songs used:
In The End - LINKIN PARK
BURN - Ye and Ty Dolla $ign

Random shitpost mashup

Contact us: saintmischiefmusic@gmail.com

Liminalis - out now

also known as threshold - the space between, like life and death, start and end, the energy that propels  a cycles in and out of each of us.

Threshold but made like Saint Mischief style - blending lo-fi, high energy, introspection and reflection on errors and relations.

enjoy!

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