Belowground - Kill Me

Old Scam (DEMO)

And she runs through her days
with a smile on her face
And she runs, and she waits
While I wait
We can drive to any place
Day and night, to cross this state
And in the mornin', into Mexico, we will wake up
We will wake up
We will yeah
I will be with her

I find a window in the kitchen, where I let myself in
I rummage through the refrigerator, find myself a beer
I can't believe I'm really here,
and she's lying in that bed
I can almost feel her touch, and her anxious breath
I stumble in the hallway, outside her bedroom door
I hear her call out to me, I hear the fear in her voice
She pulls her covers tighter, I press against the door
I will be with her tonight, yeah
I will be with her tonight
I will be with her tonight, yeah
I will be with her tonight
I will be with her, yeah

Oo-oh, yeah
Oo-oh, yeah
Oo-oh, yeah
I will be with her

Tyler

ANTI/LIFE

1954

original by my british king https://soundcloud.com/crustsox
i love you crustsox mwah mwah

BRAINSOUP! (crustsox cover)

A personal project i've had on the backlog for a while now, a collection of my personal favorites from heelflip's current/deleted/edited/unreleased songs. 
Thank you ‪@1heelflip‬ for over 3 years of amazing music techclub4ever

Tracklist:

Zero Day: 00:00
Kerch: 01:33
Library suicide: 03:35
maoist girls: 05:19
serfsup: 06:09
from the top: 07:38
killlist: 09:22
'til we die: 14:02
place: 16:32
they jst let u die: 17:59
slowly rotting: 19:04
its so hard to do the things i want sometimes: 22:41
mall knife freestyle: 24:59
military school: 27:51
knockout: 29:14
intermission iii: 31:11
end game.mp3: 32:54
c4u//tc: 34:18
sombre things: 36:31
knockout - acoustic: 37:54
isolation consumes me: 39:17
impossible: 41:49
moving out: 42:47
angle: 44:55
define yourself: 46:34
invisible girl: 48:03
appeal: 50:16
visions: 51:46
tech club: 53:43
the silence after 55:26

Im in the tech club [heelflip megamix]

Noto una extraña, rara y nula sensación
Un sentimiento nulo de mi corazón
La verdad no sé. No sé. No sé, chabón, no sé
Quizá es un gran vacío que llena todo mi ser

Camino hacia el andén
Camino hacia el andén
Camino hacia el andén

Camino hacia el andén
Camino hacia el andén

No sé chabón

Charles Whitman

You draw me in and I,
lose sight of wrong and right.
Disconnected from myself.
Now I look around
and I hear not one sound.
I got one job to fill the void.

Spin me round,
and tear me down,
turn me into a clown, 
ya better send your best hounds
Oh I can't feel you, 
or understand you,
or ever defeat you.
so I'll just go home and
Spin me round,
and tear me down,
turn me into a clown, 
ya better send your best hounds
Oh I can't feel you, 
or understand you,
or ever defeat you.
so I'll just go home and pray.

Blinded by shiny lights,
over came my entire sight.
I could only turn away.
I turned within myself,
got some books off the shelf,
so I could see what's goin on.
But I still scratch my head.
Why are we fed what we're fed?
I hope that I'll never understand. 
So I'll stay within my sphere
cause there ain't no good days near.
Is this really the end?

Spin me round,
and tear me down,
turn me into a clown, 
ya better send your best hounds
Oh I can't feel you, 
or understand you,
or ever defeat you.
so I'll just go home and
Spin me round,
and tear me down,
turn me into a clown, 
ya better send your best hounds
Oh I can't feel you, 
or understand you,
or ever defeat you.
so I'll just go home and pray.

Charles Whitman

the Badnotes