GRIPNA (Sow Discord Remix)

Get Me Down (Nerdie Remix)

Last Words (v2)

I won the race the race to the womb
First prize a new body 
I'm not ready
Fuck blood I was a comfy nothing 
Fuck you I was sleeping buddy 
My lease is up out the room
Now I'm not okay 
I got zero k
Hang myself with my hero's cape
Only awake at a wake 
Turn me in 
Turn me up
Somebody turn me off
You don't hear a fucking word that I fear to say
Until it's too late like auf wiedersehen

They all fiends to me
Get to stepping, sprinting, tripping
Mirror crack and shatter louder than the station
And we're back in factions
Saliva fall and splatter out of satisfaction
Armour on the arm resents the action
If I die don't tell nobody
Leave the flesh to leave the body
'til no eyes remain inside to pry out
I skipped the day to cry 'bout everything 
When hopelessness adorns the ring
Still flipping birds until the tradies sing
Acting like it doesn't matter

a seed (to place in the garden & grow)

Seen my heroes hair thin and skin wrinkle my bare minimum bigger than their most now, tickles me pink! Typical kings going senile cliche,  on the low down no Shits given boutem  these days, ima /throw out shade Like they're burnt man they burnt.
I've grown agro, and so ar, ro, gent--Earnt credit 
Spend it where it hurts you say hurse beckons my dirt fed by dead..
 worms eat my head.. fuurst sstep and, burst my chest you thirsty yet bitch...
I apologize...
I got the worst complection blurt words with worst inflection Its been heard since the first detention I seem murdery gross since the nursery folks stay alert of me lonely and smug as Fuck cosy and snug tucked into my only HOLE open. . 
Its a lonely fall...
Mc/kauly hulkin at /walls in these boney hallways always unokay allday no brainer I should run away but I stay instead no way temptin to stay in bed and avoid my own face!
I've no pace if I don't blow up soon I won't aaage.
Shallow thoughts in a shallow grave.
Skin deep in some celaphane no more hellos (hey)

Hate my face
Sober state a snake I'm charming to a better place
Then hear it rattle, try to get away
Gone without a trace
Pull up on that seventh day in tatters
Been in battle but I'm pretty sure it's here to stay
Fuck the scene I'm watching
Waiting for clouds to hesitate a second
Hasten change and separate the payment
Whilst the earth, it beckons
Tempting but I learned my lesson
Colder tones won't last forever
Forgot respect, I put in work and earned it never
This point been fraught with overflow but I try not to drown inside
Hide the state of mind in which the end could dictate ways of life
Shoot me here if occupations waive my penalties
I just expend my energy and spread it thin to walls of limitation
Who's unhappy now will grip my face and spit that vitriol
Shoulders back, might cop a tab and shed my soul
Amidst this self destruction, end up a hole
Lungs gave out from dirty rolls
That's a bad habit
Fucking void, assume we can have it

rest, rest

[Hook: Realname]
When I leave imma leave the loudest
When I sleep imma dream about it
Won’t keep it down, I wont beat around the bush, nah
I’m a freak the township on some eat them out shit, uh
Fuck the sun, the bees are dying, I’m dying young
When I am hung, and my feet are eye level
And I’m drying up, my hearse better be a fire truck

[V1: Realname]
Burn bridges on an island stuck
I am struck
Legendary, it’s temporary
Then cemetery and we piling up for the next ones,
On the spectrum, this planet is barely a breadcrumb
And people are basically bed bugs,
And in the end I’m just momentum,
And then some,
Damn sun in my retinas
Hungry but fed up
Bumping these tantrums, like fuck it’s my mantra
Getting drunk on some red rum
Dead hunting the end out come on the self destruct button,
No more jokes for my cohorts fuck ‘em
We keep the ice unbroken,
Shrugging nice off choking myself
Life sucks I’m so done
We food for live bugs grubs on my eye crust
Mind in the mud,
Dud landmine with a slump no compass 
Just guts, eyes and a hunch
Rise of the dunces, live at the bus stop
Unload ‘em blow dust off my dome and blow up lots
Punks get pumped off my buckshot, cause,

[Hook: Realname & Teether]
When I leave imma leave the loudest
When I sleep imma dream about it
Won’t keep it down, I wont beat around the bush, nah
I’m a freak the township on some eat them out shit, uh
Fuck the sun, the bees are dying, I’m dying young
When I am hung, and my feet are eye level
And I’m drying up, my hearse better be a fire truck
Burn bridges on an island stuck

Dwell in a physical slump, visible ditch
Cool when I'm stirring it up, end of my shift
Back of my skull cut, hit it on null 
Stick to the littlest toll, heating my soul up
Wince when I roll, stuck in the shallowest hole
Holding the door shut

[V2: Teether]
Slow down, put my phone down and separate the bond 
Critique the aura 'til the dawn 
It's all wrong 
Vicious dreams circle overhead
I watch them leave me spun and reeling
Fleeing tragedies I see
Could easily be them or me
Count my lucky stars from thumb to ring 
Suspended with brief bouts of must be destiny  
My skills will reach the head so fleetingly  
Repeatedly, remind myself of evils singing loudest
Turn the cheek when biding power, grind them into finest powder
Pounds of hatred guzzled every hour
Binge and purge, bulimic urges every shower
Heal with us, I truly doubt they're
'Bout it 'til the outro credits
Come untimely, entire life pathetic
Every time I've said it's cold out there I meant it

produced by Glass Dealer
recorded at the Moon Unit

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