lethargy hill

entirely beloved

Dies irae - Demo

requiem (interludio) (prod.azil)

Shining - Neka Morgondagen (Siren Mix)

tgk: LOCKWAYY tam bolshe trekov (avtor ne ya, ponravilis treki avtora)

cry of fear lockwayy TGK: LOCKWAYY

BLASPHEMY (EP).  A beloved work made entirely of my like.

DISTASTE

ABERRATION

SADNESS

Fragments of a Forgotten Self is a song about my 18 year old self asking my current self where all the mental struggles began.


Lyrics:
From the 18-year-old me to the 30-year-old me
Where did I go wrong?
When did the sparkle in your eyes disappear?
You won't smile anymore.

The word "future", 
Which I couldn't imagine in my textbooks,
Now, like scraps of paper,
It's torn beneath my feet.

I miss the time when I believed that loving someone would save me.
But the face I see in the mirror
I don't recognize it anymore.

Hey, since when have you been looking up at the sky with such a heavy heart?
What have you been protecting, without even allowing yourself to cry?

Please, answer me.
Where did I go wrong?

Even if it's a lie,
Just tell me "It's okay",
With your voice,
Like old times
(like old times).

Why are you so tied down by someone else's expectations?
What have you gained when you've even lost sight of yourself?
Tell me what's left in your hands after you've thrown away your dreams.

Please, just one more time, let me smile!
Let me smile!
Let me smile!

Fragments of a Forgotten Self

Interpolation

A lyrical song about the beauty of a winter night and the loss of the will to live.
Dedicated to the dearest person in my worthless life.

Stars snd Bones

Siren - RAW SUICIDAL BREAK


I Envy The happy.
A lie To end all lives
My Will has fallen
Broken by 
The ones that reside
amongst me
A disease on the planet

My frown comes from despise
Pain Projected through eyes
To trust no one isolate 
the end of times and seal my fate


Misantroop

Lyrics:

the hangover's still on my bathroom wall drugs, booze, weed and cigarettes, that's all i wanna vanish this pain's a heavy crown

puking up the night, wanting to die, my body on fire i went to see my mother, damn she smelled my shame, my vomit, my entire

i hate every piece of me i wanna quit it all, try to be what i should be but the thought i can't kills me, so i fall trying, repeatedly

it's done resigned, i've lost the fight i don't wanna struggle, don't wanna live, don't want the light i don't want anything from this world, not even a slice of peace

this hell's eaten me whole or maybe i lived inside a lie from the start, no soul fuck this mother that cursed me from the very role

my head keeps spinning round walking home, past the graveyard - had a talk with my mind, profound i don't recall the words, but you were there, staring down with scorn

i don't know how i made it in, i wish i'd had a shotgun then who knows what would've been done to my head

every day's the same, the hours drown me deeper in the flood

so yeah - long road, i reached home but not alive i found my hell... it eats me slow, it eats my life.

Hangover

(This really isn't ‘Chesotka’; it's not who I am)
Thank you for listening anyway..

I hope my death has more meaning than my life (Outro)

Lyrics:

(How much do I have to beg for you to be real?
How much do I have to pay you?
How much is my life worth?
How much would it be worth tomorrow?
How much is it worth today?

I don’t know why, if I’m tired of this, I don’t just shoot myself
in the temple, or between the eyebrows…
Anyway, who would care? says the other part of me.
But…

I don’t know what makes me carry so much weight,
I don’t know what makes me carry so much weight,)


Coming back home on a long road,
I saw people looking at me like I was a monster—
just for having long hair and being blond?

Disgusting. God, these days…
The hugs of the sun, but I still feel cold.
Is it selfish to think more about myself than about others?

Why do I have to listen to you,
and let you tell me what’s right or wrong?
Why do I have to obey you?
Why do I have to be with you?

I lock myself inside knowing it’s wrong, but I keep doing it…
Do I like feeling bad?
I don’t understand myself.

I get high to heal a pain I don’t even know if it exists.
I light a cigarette at night so my mother won’t notice I smoke…
I’m afraid of disappointing her again.

But I have friends — shouldn’t I be proud of that?
I have a family that loves me, yet I still don’t understand what’s hurting me.
Is writing supposed to be a release…?

Release…

These days I’ve been bad, and I know I’ll stay that way.
The cold hugs of the sun are killing me.
Who’s gonna give me something to smoke,
or a house to live in?
I guess I’ll keep walking…
I guess I’ll keep walking…

Cold Hugs of the Sun

Early Morning Meadow

Fusiono géneros extremos y oscuros con Trap y Hip-Hop. Tengo un estilo frenético y melancólico. Mis líricas son sobre muerte, destrucción, y sufrimiento.

I fuse extreme and dark genres with Trap and Hip-Hop. My style is frenetic and melancholic. My lyrics are about death, destruction, and suffering.

One-Man RawDsbm
project from Argentina.

The vocals and instruments by "Chestoka".

Active since 2024.

:"2008"

ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴇɴᴇᴅ ʜᴀʀᴅᴄᴏʀᴇ | ᴇᴜ  🇵🇸
ɴᴇᴡ ᴀʟʙᴜᴍ "CAUSALITY" ᴏᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ
ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴅʏ ɪꜱ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ

Born from solitude, why... is the vision of Portuguese producer John, created in 2024. A one man project inspired by depressive black metal, it gives voice to the silence of despair and the weight of unspoken thoughts. The songs are reflections of depression, isolation, betrayal, loneliness and the endless struggle within. They are not simply music but confessions that echo in the dark, carrying the sound of wounds that never heal.

I'm just messing around. I know nothing about making music or editing. If it sounds bad, I'm so sorry

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