Smoke in the stairway
Grease on the floor
Nobody knocking
On the kitchen door

The ladle is broken
The throne fell down
Silence sitting
Where the king wore a crown

Bowls in the corner
Cracked and dry
Something missing
Something died

No more bell
No more stew
But the hunger
Still feels new

After the slop
After the stew
What do we do
Now it’s through?

After the king
After the crown
Who’s gonna run
This town now?

Sloblins wandering
Hall to hall
Looking for
One last call

Empty kitchen
Cold and bare
Nobody cooking
Anything there

Some still licking
Old stained plates
Some still waiting
At the gates

Freedom’s quiet
Freedom’s strange
When the system
Starts to change

After the slop
After the stew
What do we do
Now it’s through?

After the throne
After the fall
Who were we
After all?

Chew…
Swallow…
Nothing.

After the slop
After the lies
Look at the world
Through different eyes

After the lounge
After the flame
Maybe we’ll never
Be the same

Somewhere…
Someone…
Is building another pot.

AFTER THE SLOP

Break out, run while you feel it in.
Looking at the streets while you try to breath it in.
Feel it in my thighs, got the look in my eyes!
Waste down, down in the waste of the land!
I can see it in the sun or swim in the sand
I don't remember my name, but who really prays?
I don't want to go, I don't want to show.

I don't got to know all the prices of all the glitter and gold.
Got a better hold cause usually I'm out of control!

I can feel it now, they call it anima.
More than I'd allow, calling anima.
I'm about to get my crown like an animal.
I'm about to go and drown in anima.

I can feel it now, they call it anima!
More than I'd allow, calling anima!
I'm about to get my crown like an animal!
I'm about to go and drown in anima!

Blood tastes better, hot when I know it's a part of me.
All that loving has got to go, but I know it better be;
Distant from all my dreams, to wonder what I'll see?
But I've seen what I can do with a little steam!
I want to know, I don't got to show.

All the prices of all the glitter and gold.
I got a better hold cause usually I'm out of control!

I can feel it now, they call it anima.
More than I'd allow, calling anima.
I'm about to get my crown like an animal.
I'm about to go and drown in anima.

I can feel it now, they call it anima!
More than I'd allow, calling anima!
I'm about to get my crown like an animal!
I'm about to go and drown in anima!

Anima

Bad vibes don’t knock.
They drift.
And if you don’t move,
they sit with you.

Trippy drugs got me leaning toward the deep end
Trying to get close, but I don’t feel the same
Looking in the mirror, I don’t look the same
Waiting on brighter days that never change

I keep saying I’ll quit, but I don’t mean it
Keep saying I’m fine, but I don’t sound right
Every promise feels thin when you breathe it
Every night feel longer than the last night

I don’t feel lost.
I feel. . .
misaligned.

Bad vibes
pull me under slow
Not drowning
just letting go

Bad vibes
in my peripheral
I see myself
from somewhere else

Gin for my yin, need balance somehow
More than I planned when I started this route
I tell myself space is the answer right now
But space just echoes when you shout

Acid on my tongue, talking to the moon
Talking to stars that don’t talk back
North Star watching, says I’ll shine soon
But soon feels far when you off the map

Quit wasting my time I say that often
But time keep moving like it’s immune
I don’t wanna waste my whole life watching
From the sidelines of my own view

I don’t know
if I’m escaping. . .
Or just circling
what I already am.

Bad vibes
wash on  me
Not pain
just numb clarity

Bad vibes
in stereo
Left ear lies
right ear knows

Don’t let the bad vibes pass x2
and call it "growth"

Everybody wants uniqueness
until it costs comfort
Everybody digs for truth
until it looks like them

We all floating strange feeling
Universe wide, no ceiling
Clown words sound silly
But they hide the most meaning

You ask how much peace in these sentences
I ask how deep you’ll dig and
Do you define yourself with honesty
Or stop the moment it gets thick

You’re not reborn like a phoenix
That’s a story you tell to cope
You get one life, one angle, one sequence
So why not take the plunge and hope

Bad vibes
fade in and out
I don’t panic
I just watch

Bad vibes
come and go
I don’t chase them
I let them show

Bad Vibes
Bad Vibes

Bad Vibes!
Bad Vibes!
Bad Vibes!

Bad Vibes

DESANDER

I used to read life like the lines were written,
Like damage was random, like pain incidental,
I used to believe what I lived was just given,
Now I see how the pressure was placed, how the weight was intentional.

I used to trust words about fate and karma,
Like balance would wait on the back end of time,
Then I learned this world don’t honor dharma,
Only matter and motion and pressure and signs.

They told me suffer now, collect it later,
Like pain was currency stored in the soul,
But Charvak said heaven’s a clever favor,
Sold by the ones who already feel whole.

No afterlife audit, no cosmic trial,
No scale in the sky keeping score of my sins,
Only breath in my lungs for a measurable while,
Only choices I make and the state I’m within.

I don’t reject belief
I reject lies that ask me to starve now
for a meal that never arrives.

Things changed in my head
Not sudden, not said
Just thread by thread

Things changed in my head
What I fed, what I read
What I trusted as truth
Versus what bled

Perception’s the proof, not scripture or saying,
If I can’t touch it, taste it, or see it exist,
They preach restraint while enjoying the paying,
Tell you deny life so they don’t have to risk.

Pleasure ain’t sin, pain ain’t sacred,
Both are responses the body records,
You don’t get wisdom from fasting your senses,
You get it from friction, survival, and force.

I didn’t lose faith
I relocated it.

From heaven
to here.

Things changed in my head
Not loud, not red
Just a tilt in the way
I interpret the thread

Things changed in my head
I don’t chase what they fed
I measure what’s real
By what’s left

No heaven delayed
No hell deferred
Only hunger, thirst
And the weight of the word

Truth ain’t revealed
It’s perceived
By the living, the breathing
The here, the me

I don’t wait
for justice after death.

I don’t borrow meaning
from promises I can’t verify.

Charvak said
While you live, live well.

Not everything happened to me.
Some of it stayed.
Some of it shaped me.
Some of it rewired how I move.

The Me

You Better Run

There's a land, West of Georgia.
There's a land, far, across the sea.
And I hope, I can go, past Georgia.
But there's no, place for me.

I wake up.
I feel scared.
I feel nervous.
Not even there.

And my mama.
She's telling me.
Don't you want to be free?

Knowing I, have no home.
No people, to call my own.
They say blood is thicker than water.
But when it rains, it starts to flood.
So I sail West of Georgia.

In the land of the brave.
Of the hopeless.
Of the rage.
Of the ancient.
Religious ways.

I am branded;
Another slave.

But I'm here;
In the USA.

Another place.
To feel the same.

Knowing I, have no home.
No people, to call my own.
They say blood is thicker than water.
But when it rains, it starts to flood.
So I sail West of Georgia.

Georgia

Blood on Your Dividends

Prompt: [[ dirty and cool male vocals, harmonic vocal group, 3 vocals harmony ]], drum and bass acoustic rock, jazzy nurock, jazzy grunge metal, ethereal wave, funky bass riffs, jazzy and spacy guitar solo, technical fingerstyle bass, funky slap bass, funky bass riffs, pedal effecter bass, hard kick drum, hard bass, bright & heavy guitar drum and bass

Words:
Bend the law, 
break the chain
Tear the sky, 
flood the flame
I’m not bound 
by your design
I twist the truth, 
I fracture time

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Bend the Law

I make music that is so many genres it starts to scare me and I pee a little bit

Serve The Art began as a thrash metal band in the ’90s loud, raw, and built on the energy of that era. Over time, it grew into something larger than just a music project.

What started as a focus on our own sound evolved into a commitment to supporting artists who deserve to be heard. Serve The Art now exists as a space where creators can share music freely including work from their past without the pressure to chase trends, algorithms, or corporate expectations.

We’ve always respected our metal roots. That intensity, honesty, and emotional weight still shape who we are. But growth means staying open. We’re exploring new sounds, new voices, and new forms of expression while staying true to where we came from.

Serve The Art is built on authenticity. No manufactured hype, no artificial engagement, no pretending to be something we’re not. We don’t chase artists or flood inboxes. Most artists work with us over time to realse singles without the stress of music business, we are just kind of here for the music. If someone connects with what we’re doing, it happens naturally.

At its core, Serve The Art is about creative freedom turning lived experience, struggle, and imagination into something real.

No masks. No noise. Just art. We are our own community.

🤘 We serve the art fully and honestly. 🤘

A few intentionally produced albums but mostly jam session recordings.

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