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Lyrics:
One hit, two rips, three remain
Rookie stats but my throat stings from propane
Watch me hit that, it might be hell
If this trip don't stop, I'll end myself

I slow down to time travel to another place
As each long breath gets more shallow, I can see my taste
I slam the breaks
Still ramping up the pace
What a fucked mistake
It's crawling up my face
Theres no escape
My jacket should be straight
Bring out the gallows from the shadows

One hit, two rips, three remain
Rookie stats but my throat stings from propane
Watch me hit that, it might be hell
If this trip don't stop, I'll end myself

Four weeks, five days, still in pain
Healing slow from the shank put in my brain
I point fingers
Won't take this L
The truth is I did this to myself

Transorbital Lobotomy

SPOTIFY

i was sad now i’m up i was paid right
started messing w the right ones now i’m alright
got to paving my own way 
went from darkness to the light
went from staying up late
to sleeping at night 

had my heart strings to having them break
fuck that
is it too late?
i think i need a break
so i got one today
i’m on my way
got my money up
so i say what i say 
had people hate on me for anything
for being me but i still sing
i stopped caring bout what u think
i’m doing me fuck what you think 

i’m better than your average chart singer
got bored of holding in the truth so i had to switch up
the whole scene is gonna take over
we out casts to the normies
but that makes us better than you all
we gotta stand tall
making hits in my bedroom
while your in the studio
do this by myself making my own beats
using some producers 
showing love to the scene

alrightalright (bended)

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Lyrics:
i can see through the trees
through the bending of space  
take this time to reflect on the weight of mistakes
i couldn’t be who want and I’m sorry for it
but the time has passed to forgive and forget

now I’m decomposing inside of this place
with a liver thats failing and moss on my face
tell me how do you feel bout being at my wake?
cause there ain’t no mortician thats fit for my case

A Mortician's Guide To Decomposition

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supporting vocals @horoshavibes

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Lyrics:
i been lurking since the break of dusk
up contemplating us
like the reaper i sink even deeper 
to think i’ll be weaker in six months time
i made a plan like we discussed
wrote apologies for thus
a disease or an itch
i want neither
so light up a reefer
and say goodbye

a self inflicted heart attack
popped Azithromycin pack
i drank myself to death & back
but unfortunately imma stay this time

ill fucking snap my neck
no closure
no need to fix this mess 
its over
my cause of death: deceit exposure 
im surfing a landslide 

you took my health away and threw it out
im on display
i’ll show you how i got this way
but first i need to take my life tonight cuz

i been lurking since the break of dusk
up contemplating us
like the reaper i sink even deeper 
to think i’ll be weaker in six months time
i made a plan like we discussed
wrote apologies for thus
a disease or an itch
i want neither
so light up a reefer
and say goodbye

you took my health away and threw it out
im on display
i’ll show you how i got this way
but first i need to take my life tonight cuz

i never thought it would end this way
but my bones are here to stay
if its a visit you’d like to pay

Euthanasia

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Lyrics:
left my mind in in the street
my body dead in the seat
is this what it will take to get you to believe?
im in debt to your pleasure
leave me broke for good measure 
i cant speak for Bourdain but i know death is free

cuz i plotted my demise in the basement 
its a shame that i got so complacent 
phase 1 of my plan got me jaded for like 8 nights indoors 
oh

so i think i deserve a nighttime drive
i’ll blast Duckboy while going 95
and close my eyes and and let fate decide if i survive 
oh     
come play my game
i’ll never change
yeah
hope you forget my name 
cuz i deserve it

so what cant you read me for?
im an open book and more
its worse now than before
why are you sad, is it

cuz i plotted my demise in the basement?
its a shame that i got so complacent..
phase 1 of my plan got me jaded for like 8 nights indoors 
oh
i think i rotted out my lungs, i can taste it
post-op 
MedFet
im your patient 
phase 2 of my plan got me wanting more 
writhing on the floor 
oh

Formaldehyde

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feat. @novagarden

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Lyrics:
its so easy to fake im happy
but under the surface, the surface
im fuckin lost and confused, im used and abused
dont feel worth it, im worthless

its so easy to fake im happy
but under the surface, the surface
im fuckin lost and confused, im used and abused
dont feel worth it, im not worth you time

its so easy to fake im fine
but under the surface, the surface
im getting kicked when im down and sometimes i think i deserve it, have i lost my mind?

if you love me then you'd talk to me
tell me bout your problems please?
tell me that you still fuckin care
cause this is nothing like id thought itd be
tell me who i ought to be
tell me that you still want me here

cause i cannot pick your mind
and i cannot turn back time to change- how i reacted i fear
i just wanna call you mine
and i just wanna walk down the aisle, to hold you close till we disappear.

tell me, why do i drag myself through the dark with no purpose? (no purpose)
on the days that it shines it breaks me that i cant preserve it (preserve it)

if understating’s a crime and i tell you that im nervous, (im nervous)
they would drag me away like i drag blades through my dermis (my dermis)
i guess ill do my time

what you dont understand is that i see life from observance (observance)
and from what i understand you see things how you interpret (interpret)
mentally confined

when that scalpel hits my chest to take my lungs away
look out for the truth i kept that choked up my airway 

all this beating around and around of the bush cant preserve us
and i dont have what it takes to part ways and cremate in your furnace 
im blacking out tonight

i choke on the fruits of my own labor because you dont justify behavior  
and now
i choke on the fruits of my own labor because you dont justify behavior  
and now
i will die alone

Nerve Agent (feat. Nova Garden)

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supporting vocals @novagarden

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Lyrics:
sixteen rotations down the faucet
the ripe age of someone who has lost it
soft touch of skin is all i wanted
i keep it to myself
i keep your face up in my locket
in case the day you are forgotten 
remind me when im sick in hospice
please keep it to yourself

now that i got a taste i can’t forget
napping at the bottom of a staircase, yet
rapping ‘bout my problems just to pay back debt
your touch will be the death of me like Juliet 
(2x) 

when i die i’ll go to heaven cause i spent all my time in hell
dont tell me you are broken blowing smoke into my open cracked shell
how do i break this spell?

now that i got a taste i can’t forget
napping at the bottom of a staircase, yet
rapping ‘bout my problems just to pay back debt
your touch will be the death of me like Juliet 

whats the point of saving me when i am caving?
you tell me you’re Juliet
and ill crack open all secrets
this liquid decided for me to confide in you
but i cant see it
i cant see cuz..

now that i got a taste i can’t forget
napping at the bottom of a staircase, yet
rapping ‘bout my problems just to pay back debt
your touch will be the death of me like Juliet 
(2x)

Sarcoma

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Lyrics:
i need a crutch im dislocated
a lack of trust had my mind sedated
i gave a fuck but it dissipated 
and now im stuck limping through frozen in time
like what the fuck have i created?
my own take on Victor Frankenstein 
im half dead but still so faded
a destructive vulgar paradigm 

im playing operation 
stakes so high that i might as well and call it quits 
-and why’s that?
rip out the bottle from my grips
you’ll see that i know something you dont know and-
might as well remove this tumor by myself
im not afraid of Hell 
ive been there this entire time
dont call my phone dont got shit to sum up
walked out of AA planning to numb up
3 whole days of this acid that comes up
why do i care if i die?

i need a crutch im dislocated
a lack of trust had my mind sedated
i gave a fuck but it dissipated 
and now im stuck limping through frozen in time
like what the fuck have i created?
my own take on Victor Frankenstein 
im half dead but still so faded
a destructive vulgar paradigm

Spinal Fusion

prod @trechorboy & @yuumu2k
guitar @sinxi
supporting vocals: @horoshavibes

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Lyrics:
its blank face or nothin’
not up for debate
when my psyche suffering 
im up in the bay
when my bitch down slumpin’
no one can relate
but the panic comin’
huh?
vitals go thumpin’
“hold on and relax”
“when the xanax comin’?”
this shit kinda suck
and for what?
for nothin’.
i do not deserve 
this shit room im hung in

its blank face or nothin’
not up for debate
when my psyche suffering 
im up in the bay
when my bitch down slumpin’
no one can relate
but the panic comin’

im stuck so far away from all the action 
fuck my passion 
yuh
would down about anything for a chance at satisfaction
so fuck the fame
you can suck it dame
i blow Os from my contraption
you faggots lame
we are not the same
i get off from your reaction

and just like maroon 5 i wasted all my nights on payphones and screwdrivers
hoping i survive her
panic caught up to me
RIP yours truly 
i dont know anything when i unfasten 
yeah

its blank face or nothin’
not up for debate
when my psyche suffering 
im up in the bay
when my bitch down slumpin’
no one can relate
but the panic comin’
huh?
vitals go thumpin’
“hold on and relax”
“when the xanax comin’?”
this shit kinda suck
and for what?
for nothin’.
i do not deserve 
this shit room im hung in

what the fuck?
im paranoid and seething
call the doc
because i really cant tell if im breathing
oh my god
oh my god 
it creeps again
something you’ll never comprehend
i have to power though all of this torment 

its blank face or nothin’
not up for debate
when my psyche suffering 
im up in the bay
when my bitch down slumpin’
no one can relate
but the panic comin’
huh?
vitals go thumpin’
“hold on and relax”
“when the xanax comin’?”
this shit kinda suck
and for what?
for nothin’.
i do not deserve 
this shit room im hung in

its blank face or nothin’
not up for debate
when my psyche suffering 
im up in the bay
when my bitch down slumpin’
no one can relate
but the panic comin’
huh?

Delirium Tremens

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feat. @sushisai

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Lyrics:
just grab me by the head
dunk me back n forth again
BL00D BATH 
covered in my favorite red
i cant breathe no more

so take what u want instead!
& leave me with what’s left i guess..
how to cope?
when every breath is a chore

you throw blows right to my chest
im a human punching bag at best
i cant fight you anymore
I’m a coward surrendering whore

i desecrate the grave im laying in
i fall apart
the body im decaying in
why cant things be like before?
how to cope at the bottom of a bloodbath

so take what u want instead!
& leave me with what’s left i guess..
how to cope?
when every breath is a chore

help me never see the end
lead flies
paint that shit bloody like a death screen
im ready to die fucking test me
theres no more hope
life a fucking bad dream
smoke a pack of stasis
feels like ketamine
what the fuck we here for?
and what the fuck am i always running away from?
Suisai put that shit on my gravestone
when the words mean nothing in a few years
all thats left is the memories
and i dont give. fuck if you remember me

so take what u want instead!
& leave me with what’s left i guess..
how to cope?
when every breath is a chore

just rip my mind 2 shreds
& leave me broke just like the rest..
i don’t know what emotions are no more

Blunt Force Trauma (feat. Suisai)

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supporting vocals @horoshavibes

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Lyrics:
i read my palms 
the lines were worded and italicized 
im losing mind but feeling fine at the same time
i fucked up fucking up
cant even get that that right
like why the hell can someone like me even try?
the first time i tried to take my life
it was after dusk
but the stars were bright
i had my toolkit by my side
i was ready to go
but i felt alive 

its kinda funny how shit works 
isn’t it?
the ups and downs throw you around like turbulence 
(2x)

ROUND LIKE TURBULENT 
PROFOUND IMPERMENANCE  
I BROKE THE BOTTLE THAT I FOUND MY PURPOSE IN
DROWNED MY HURT AGAIN
MY SOUND REVERBERANT
IN 2017 I KILLED MY INNOCENCE

but i won’t let it slide
won’t let you fucks pretend to want to die
and all you faggots lie
lie to yourself that everything will be alright
well let me know how the dirt tastes
from the bottom of your casket
i dont know how the fuck im still alive
i guess i’ll spread my message one more time

sticks and stones may break my bones but your words always killed me
dont let go 
please dont let go of all the things i left cuz i

was pushing my will to survive up a mountain of cans again
i swear those hills had eyes
the way my hair stood on end
DONT LET GO BABY DONT LET GO 
JUST RIP ME OUT MY BODYBAG
I DONT KNOW HOW I CAN SHOW YOU THAT YOU WERE ALL THAT I HAD

Decedent

producer. 🦇

Reaching out from the depths of Eau Claire, Wisconsin, 24 year old self-taught and produced artist Trechor Boy defies genres and pushes the boundaries of modern emo, electronic, and rap music through his incredibly unique and highly produced instrumentals, featuring raw and unfiltered lyrics that truly speak to the human condition. 

With humble beginnings in the EDM and Dubstep scene, Trechor Boy takes inspiration from artists such as Skrillex, Getter, and Rickyxsan, melding these influences in production with his sullen and visceral vocal performances. 

After the well received release of 'Femboy', featuring vocals from Erisu, Trechor Boy has returned with his debut 13 track album 'A Mortician's Guide to Decomposition', featuring artists such as Fran$e, SuiSai, and Nova Garden. Highlighted in this project are solemn confessions of a deeply troubled adolescent held up high for all to see by dark yet eloquently crafted instrumentals, dealing with topics such as addiction, depression, solitude, and death. 

Proving himself to be a lethal force ready to take over any scene with his experimentally bleak yet long-honed style, Trechor Boy continues to revolutionize and breathe new life into the musical ecosystem as we know it, and shows no sign of stopping.

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