PROD. NEXX

LYRICS:

VERSE 1:
I feel like a tourist inside my head, why do I feel so dead? I don't know but I do know what I say is wrong and I'm tryna change and move on. But I get so hung up on the past, but it's time to change and improve, cos this ain't how I want shit to move, and how I want to continue. So if you feel alone, I feel you, But it's better we get we need cos bro this world needs I don't wanna see you blow ya brains out and end up dead with blood splatters all over head all over ya bed you have a purpose fuck anxiety and don't listen to your head that motherfucker only makes you wanna go budd dywer. instead do what I do take all this shit outta ya head and make it into something positive instead. (aye yeah aye yeah)

(Bridge is scrims grey day speech)

VERSE 2:
Always fucking up everything for those around me I feel like a disappointment to my family. why do I feel this way and if it's okay and my feelings are valid but anyway I feel like my brains gonna decay and rot inside my head.

SCREAMO:
JUST FUCKING TAKE ME AWAY INSTEAD!

Like please I'm on my knees like if god can hear me please help me I feel insane I'm starting to communicate with my inner self through writing instead of thinking I think I'm crazy I think I'm crazy I'm starting to think I want Hailey back in my life but fuck this song ain't about that I just wanna do what's right cos anxiety is a bitch and it's got me overthinking again if anybody can relate yeah.

(will it end?)

OUTRO:
(aye aye yeah)

NEVER $EE DAYLIGHT (TAKE ME AWAY)

Incinerate

Produced And Written By The Postal Dude

Sample: Necro - Fuck You To The Track (I Need Drugs) [2000]

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I'm grotesque, when I rap stab you to death make sure your spleen is left hanging out with your brains swinging about. Like I don't give a fuck cos I seriously don't. Say you could do better just write a suicide letter, Budd Dywer, Medusa met her. Stone you to death centre of my sight no point hiding hatred right? Is humanity when or ever the answer is never.

This race of retards is better off dead in the dirt worthless you heard what I said since I was a preteen I didn't know what it felt to be dead inside, behind the eyes. told lies by faggot fucks who think this world has problems (fuck). Instead of tryna solve em. I'm no better but let explain myself to elaborate on my lobot-omy of society so I can get my point across less violently.

This world is filled with people that lie to me and say you care, But when it comes to talking you just brush it off and act like shit ain't wrong. In my case you call me a sicko, wrong in the head, mental case. which makes me freeze in place. Question why I have feelings in the first place, but If I think about it wouldn't even be the worst case, the worst case would be if I end up in a hearse. (I could say worse, fuck it).

Verse 2:
Back to rapping about this life is a waste if you don't have long term goals in place. Like yall be saying I'm shit but no one starts like Em in the first place. rap is a test of patience, perseverance and howning your skill to make this into a dream. I'm no where near there, Like I'll keep going, like you have to be a fiend to write songs with purpose. Writing what you think about works-ish. Atleast that's what I did any thought I'd write it as a way to cope and stay calm getting shit talked to about writing Em's lyrics despite it helping me become a rapper too. While worthless faggots who talked shit who barely enjoyed the genre. I shoulda eaten them damher style. Yes I know these lyrics are vile, but it's what I think of in a day. So if I go to hell I know satan is gay and a faggot anyway. So imma flip dis shit flip it and break stuff like limp bizcut. Risk it all for peeps to hear me out, screaming no amount will do to help you but screw dis, cos imma prove this shit in my head, even if I end up dead, Imma change something and help someone live like others did for me through dread.

Verse 2½:
Feeling like a fuck up is part of the process of vocalising what can't be said, So Fuck Feeling Dead, Fuck This World, Fuck Anxiety that's killing people silently.cos I think of everything ending violently in my head, insomnia SCREAMS to death my mind is in shambles and I can't even be bothered with anyone around me, and anytime I wanna speak my mind rambles till people get bored, I get ignored my thoughts scramble like eggs (wait till my brains hit the wall I'm dead...)

I DONT WANNA BE ALIVE AT ALL!!

Verse 3:
Skull hits the wall at mach 1, Maybe if Hails would kill me it would be fun, but not at this point. At this point I'll ask her for joint, slit my neck to make a point, grab the tec 9 and ask God to check my mind and make it clear,But what the fuck is the point OF BEING HERE, anymore?

Verse 3½:
Becos I'm fucking worthless I'm making this hurt less, I'll hurt everyone around me I don't fuckin care, ANYMORE!!!!

PARANIOID IN PARADISE

SUICIDE NOTE (THIS ME BEING BRUTALLY HONEST)

$UICIDE NOTE (THIS IS ME BEING BRUTALLY HONEST)

$ick of Myself (I GIVE UP) [Prod. SMOOSHER]

Help (I Can't Control My Anger)

Decomposing Before Daylight (Nightmares Are Like A Light)

Intrusively Careless (Prod CannonTooCold x ScarProductions)

Sleep Walk (THIS MUST BE HYPNAGOGIA) [Feat. ARETEE]

Agoraphobia (MY ANXIETY IS KILLING ME)

LAST RESORT (Feat. DARKO)

Better Off Dead (I Hate Myself Cos My Gut Feelings Are Always Right)

Revelations (CHOOSE YOUR OWN PATH)

Produced and written by The Postal Dude

Lyrics:

Screamo Verse:
I SEE DEATH IN FRONT OF ME AND HE WONT LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!!
IM DEAD INSIDE MY HOME IM FUCKIN DEAD! 
IM NOT ALIVE!!!
RIP MY THROAT OUT!!!!!!!!!!!

Verse 1:
But I'm back to death, With a bit of anxiety left in my mental. But my brains saying fuck betting they'll come around and see, what's wrong with me. Drown in blood, not love, imma fuckin dove, done with humanity. People should shut the fuck up before they die (fatality). Test my morality, faggot I'll test ya mortality. But you wanna come back and act like you ain't a bitch, faggot I'll shoot you up into a ditch. Make you slit ya wrists. But Imma be honest cunt I hope you get scoliosis, So I can chill and snap ya spine with this shit, I've posted, skin roasted, brains toasted. By the tec 9, but just shut the fuck up before you die by lying (faggot).

Screamo Verse 2:
DIE!!!!!!!!!!
YOU KNOW WHYYYY!!!!!!
YOUR FUCKIN DEAD TO ME NOW!!!!!!

Verse 2:
But I cant lie that I'm starting to give up, why do I try?. And I ain't saying this to say some deep shit, but I want you to find help, Cos I need it, I'll promote it to other fuckers to hopefully get and reach it. But what's the point when no one speaks to us you're asking. My answer is that I don't know bro. I'm just masking my insanity, So I don't hurt anyone, who's mad at me. But whatever remember I'm always here for you whenever you're in pain. But what's the point when I'm just insane (INSANE!)

TRACE$ OF MY DEATH (Welcome To My Mental Hell)

Produced and Written The Postal Dude

Lyrics

Verse 1:
Every man should have a pistol in their hand for a shooting plan cos I can't stand this earth, Get a pistol or bb gun 


You Did It (I $HOULD JU$T KILL MY$ELF)

Produced and written by The Postal Dude
(I HATE YOU U FUCKING SPICK)
Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Break yourself till your barely alive bitch. Look at my eyes the fuckin lies in my head bitch die from the knife in ya dome. Fuck your whole purpose in life is to roam alone. Fuckin whore some people are fuckin crazy, that's me not your dad maybe I've lost but how do you grab the 9 and cock it and shoot me in the mouth. I don't say duck God to start shit I say it cos I doubt it, I've seen it all gore about the web so much so that I now feel dead without emotion I don't know fuck you said Hun?. I ain't going break yourself boaking all over the floor. Cos I'm hanging from the ceiling more in my dreams. But I ain't dreaming I'mma fuckin demon a Serbian film leanin. I'm starting to think life is funny. But fuck it the more silence the more money i'd be making but I don't do this for the money, fuckin faggot, erase me, till I fry my vocal cords. Drown in a lake so please,
HAILEY AWAKE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Yuh Yuh Yuh yeah)

Verse 2:
Trapped in my mind breaking my eye sight anything other than light, I sit in the dark wanting to scream to death, but my vocal cords got nothing left, can ducking go from love to a stranger. I feel like I'm always in danger of dying, nihilism is fighting the thoughts in my head. Violent dreams of death and rape. So I keep ruminating like my life's at stake. Freddy take me away to the lake, drown me till I skin off my face off the bone. Fuck sake feel like I'm dying alone time floats by like my pain. I don't feel human, feel like a shit stain, annoying everyone, insane. Like everyone pisses me off. But fucking leave me alone bitch before I fucking rape you. Tape your mouth shut, fucking watch a Serbian film, bitch Fuck you, fucking put a bullet in my head. Put the bullet in ya head.

SCREAMO:
I JUST WANNA BE DEAD!!!!!

BREAK YOUR$ELF (AWAKE ME FROM THI$ NIGHTMARE)

Prod. The Postal Dude

Lyrics:

Screamo Verse:
I SEE DEATH IN FRONT OF ME AND HE WONT LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!!
IM DEAD INSIDE MY HOME IM FUCKIN DEAD!
IM NOT ALIVE!!!
RIP MY THROAT OUT!!!!!!!!!!!

Verse 1:
But I'm back to death, With a bit of anxiety left in my mental. But my brains saying fuck betting they'll come around and see, what's wrong with me. Drown in blood, not love, imma fuckin dove, done with humanity. People should shut the fuck up before they die (fatality). Test my morality, faggot I'll test ya mortality. But you wanna come back and act like you ain't a bitch, faggot I'll shoot you up into a ditch. Make you slit ya wrists. But Imma be honest cunt I hope you get scoliosis, So I can chill and snap ya spine with this shit, I've posted, skin roasted, brains toasted. By the tec 9, but just shut the fuck up before you die by lying (faggot).

Screamo Verse 2:
DIE!!!!!!!!!!
YOU KNOW WHYYYY!!!!!!
YOUR FUCKIN DEAD TO ME NOW!!!!!!

Verse 2:
But I cant lie that I'm starting to give up, why do I try?. And I ain't saying this to say some deep shit, but I want you to find help, Cos I need it, I'll promote it to other fuckers to hopefully get and reach it. But what's the point when no one speaks to us you're asking. My answer is that I don't know bro. I'm just masking my insanity, So I don't hurt anyone, who's mad at me. But whatever remember I'm always here for you whenever you're in pain. But what's the point when I'm just insane (INSANE!)

TRACE$ OF DEATH (INSTRUMENTAL)

Produced and written by The Postal Dude

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Break yourself till your barely alive bitch. Look at my eyes the fuckin lies in my head bitch die from the knife in ya dome. Fuck your whole purpose in life is to roam alone. Fuckin whore some people are fuckin crazy, that's me not your dad maybe I've lost but how do you grab the 9 and cock it and shoot me in the mouth. I don't say duck God to start shit I say it cos I doubt it, I've seen it all gore about the web so much so that I now feel dead without emotion I don't know fuck you said Hun?. I ain't going break yourself boaking all over the floor. Cos I'm hanging from the ceiling more in my dreams. But I ain't dreaming I'mma fuckin demon a Serbian film leanin. I'm starting to think life is funny. But fuck it the more silence the more money i'd be making but I don't do this for the money, fuckin faggot, erase me, till I fry my vocal cords. Drown in a lake so please,
HAILEY AWAKE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Yuh Yuh Yuh yeah)

Verse 2:
Trapped in my mind breaking my eye sight anything other than light, I sit in the dark wanting to scream to death, but my vocal cords got nothing left, can ducking go from love to a stranger. I feel like I'm always in danger of dying, nihilism is fighting the thoughts in my head. Violent dreams of death and rape. So I keep ruminating like my life's at stake. Freddy take me away to the lake, drown me till I skin off my face off the bone. Fuck sake feel like I'm dying alone time floats by like my pain. I don't feel human, feel like a shit stain, annoying everyone, insane. Like everyone pisses me off. But fucking leave me alone bitch before I fucking rape you. Tape your mouth shut, fucking watch a Serbian film, bitch Fuck you, fucking put a bullet in my head. Put the bullet in ya head.

SCREAMO:
I JUST WANNA BE DEAD!!!!!

BREAK YOUR$ELF (INSTRUMENTAL)

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tg_lgnlyhto

You're Not ALone

You're Not Alone

Welcome to my world, journey and art!

Booking & Contact: 
office@nocturnerecords.com

(PART OF PHANTOM CLIQ)

(Probs Talking with my girl Xerooo 🤘😛)

CORVU$ is a Northern Irish rapper who dicusses the effects of anxiety, mood swings and gore addiction (Normally through graphic cover art off old gore websites).

"I hope to help at least someone realise that this world is screwed no matter what and there's no point worrying about anything, cos in the end nothing matters and there's always a light at the end of the tunnel."

"I do this to get my thoughts and bottled up hatred and anger out."

Aliases:
YUNG $PLATTER (Represents my former gore/porn addiction and horror obession).

CORVU$ THA CANNIBAL (Represents my anxiety more so my behaviour and thoughts when I'm nervous).

LIL ANARKY (Represents my fuck this shit attitude).


Producer Name:
The Postal Dude 

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