This is how we make the poison

https://mrgoodemployee.com

Make The Poison

What's Next

Burn

Backbend

Sicke$t Bag

Beat Production: Turn3d
Mixing: Me and Dupapi
Songwriter: Me
Vocalist / Singer: Me
An even more enhancing the project for 10 hours straight: me XD.
Lyrics:
Everything  is all The Same
        I be  really goin insane
           
        Really hate my lifee 
Verse:
          I don't really trust  
          It don't make sense
          Hit it then I'm done 
         Yea that  make sense
         I  be  really tired  
            I be so stress
      No one  never  help
          Feeling hopeless
           I be pouring up 
            getting wasted
         I be popping  pills
             Ima take this
      No one  really  care
              That I Exist
        I  don't wanna live 
           I won't be miss

Thank you and hope you Enjoy My Truthful story GodBless :)

Losing Your Sanity (World Ends With You Vibes) (SceneCore) すばらしこのせかい 2007

Wrapping around each other is a good idea at times, but not the foundation of a relationship. Preversion.

Too Close

Lord of Madness

Twisted One

The equation's simple Once you find the missing math— But first, solve this riddle, We speak symbols, not facts:
 "I don't move, But light can't outrun me, I trap it forever, but only See the deepest black when you look at me. The more I consume, The more deeply I lack, You can enter my orbit but, once you do, There ain't no going back Hate me or fear me, I eat it all, feed on every smile or attack. I run games like claims, Only one mining gold here, Even if you dig it, it's mine, We clear? I fight the fires of desires, I burn them hotter til they slaughter themselves Or one another, and the flames Extinguish, disappear. I am the king below, I am the shadow above, I show strength in proportion to my fear, I could have it all, And it'd still not be enough. I never was And yet I'm right here. Who am I?"
 "Yo yo, let me stop you right there— We really living, you talking dreams And things that aren't really there. I know, I've grown, more and more aware Ya'll think you casting spells? Naw just spewing empty air. Who you are? I don't really care, Hellspawn, demon, legion, Shadows, echoes, ain't nothing really there…

Still, Now we got All these people living off other people's dreams In a world always moving, Half sedated, half awake—
Sharks seeking anything that bleeds, Only way to keep up Is halfway believing You ain't got time to sleep, you ain't already dreaming,
everything you're seeing
Is nothing like it seems ...

You start to see them When you can't believe them, Find yourself in a nightmare screaming Trying to return to what you once was being It will never be more than castles of air. Still you keep breathing, feeding em all To the machine that grinds imagination Into stagnation, innovation into degradation, Wholeness into separation. They start by telling em, 'You can be whatever you want,' Too young to question what they selling them, They can't see beyond the front. Never mind they don't really see anything That they want.
Just keep moving, 
Stacking, capturing everything you don’t want.
 But here's the missing math you need— Here's the answer to your riddle: You ain't nothing but pure greed Playing god from the middle Of a void you created, A hunger you cultivated, A black hole you inflated With our stolen light.

You the reason kids can't dream Without nightmares in between, You the gap where love should be, You the static on the screen That keeps us from seeing What we really are— Not your food, not your fuel, Not another credit card.
 See, I solved your equation: Zero divided by nothing Still equals zero. You can't divide what was never whole, Can't empty an empty soul, Can't own what was never sold— And that's all you ever been: Mathematical proof That nothing trying to be something Always loses, old news
So keep your riddles, Keep your games, Keep your corporate black hole names— We got light you can't consume, We got dreams you can't entomb, We got fire you can't extinguish 'Cause it burns from somewhere You can never reach.
The equation's simple now: Life minus you equals Abundance, more than enough ."
 "Who am I?" "You're nobody. And we're done pretending otherwise."

Riddle Me[Explicit]

I craft echoes from the abyss—sounds born of shattered minds and unspoken scars.
Psychologicalcore isn't just noise; it's the scream of silence unraveling, woven from trauma's threads, prophetic whispers, and the raw ache of existence.
No cheap thrills here. This horror lingers, thinks, bleeds into your thoughts, resurrecting buried memories as confessions set to rhythm.
I'm Tweak, the Twisted One. Emerging from the void with fresh drops that demand to be heard.
Join the unraveling. You're never truly alone in the madness..

I am Tweak.
And this is Psychologicalcore.
You are not alone.