A small EP/Album recorded in one weekend in my bedroom

Volcel

Sitting here, in my room
Full of junk, and moldy cups.
Motivation is so finite.
I lost all reason, I reject life.
I dont give a fuck about the job that I held,
I don't give a fuck about a life.
I don't give a fuck if you call me a loser,
I hate myself, alright?
I dont give a shit, Im a college dropout
I cannot commit.
To a job or career that'll help myself, 
My world has turned to shit..

Sitting here, I feel unloved,
I hate myself, I know Im ugly.
I act real tough, shitpost online.
I have no friends, that live nearby.

I know for a fact that i cant be loved
Ill live alone then die.
I know Ill fall for the vicious cycle.
Ill fall in love then cry.
I dont know why I do this bit,
My world has turned to shit.
I tried so hard to avoid being jaded,
fuck it I forfeit.

Dystopian Loser

Chronically Online

Down on my luck,
I hate this feeling,
stuck in my head cuz
Im heartbroken..
The songs that ive made
about hating women,
are not me now cuz
that mindset's gay.
Mistaking jokes,
for heart full of hatred,
only for laughs but the (real) incels caved,
Epunk and 4chan, they said "he's so me"
Incels are losers,
you're f@gs to me.

I know what i've sung,
ive grown since daily,
and met lots of souls 
I can call my friends.
The biggest mistake, of those who are jaded.
Refusing to learn and go out again.

You coomer brain fucks.
you claim that you hate them,
then jack off to blondes with the blue sundress.
You claim you hate life.
but you havent lived it.
Mistaking jokes for a life of sin.
The incel mindset is so bad
the incel lifestyle is so sad.

You spend your days on reddit,
you're chronically on 4chan,
you spend your nights on discord,
and you filled your minds with hatred.
Im sure I helped enable that,
but I think its time to nip it at the bud.
Stop posting on reddit.
You're a faggot and I hate your guts.
these jokes aren't your validation.
You're twisted and you're sad.
Go find your local parrish.
And pray away your hell.
We've all experienced heartbreak.
I know I have several times.
but my jokes are not so literal
SO PLEASE GO FIX YOUR LIVES.

IM NOT AN INCEL IM NOT AN INCEL

r/ePunk (Im Not An Incel)

I know Im feeling great,
Im confident, no pain innate,
Next week is gonna suck
but I don't care.
Insanity reciprocates,
my friends think I am crazy.
Someday Ill be stuck in my bed
and labeled LAZY.

Ill grab my surfboard and ill go down to the beach
Im gonna ride the manic wave (am i insane?)
I know tomorrows gonna suck
right now I do not give a fuck,
hang 10 in pain (unstable brain)

I should go get some help,
but when Im down ive fallen,
I cant hold a steady job for more than a year or two,
Im convinced its normalcy
my feelings come in cycles.
look right out to ocean side
the tide is coming!!

Oh Ill wash out
Ill wash out
Ill wash out
busted knees,
the ocean breeze,
makes me feel I am alive :)

Ride the Manic Wave (Bipolar Surfing)

I bought my ticket here we go
to catch the bus before the show,
ive felt motivation slip away,
i need to really make it count,
make it poetic, known around,
this fucking struggle,pesters me

I dont want to go out unknown
I just want to be remembered
painfully or not its time to go,
i dont know, i dont know

the urge to be remembered curses all our lives,
its just a struggle of being man,
if i relieved myself,
id wanna do it twice
because the fun i would have had

I could just shoot myself in the head,
i could just overdose in my bed
but i think thats really fucking lame
i could take other people with me
but im not evil, now you see
this parabola thats left with me

this is not the mindset i condone
i just want to be dismembered
gracefully or not its time to go
i dont know i dont know

i deny suicide

The world over-looks virginity,
The western world it fails to care,
The world is losing all its sanctity,
Beware of what you're losing,
You'll hurt when it's not there...

We're surfing kali yuga waves,
we're in degenerate times I wish that it made sense to me.
True love and God is dying out,
its so cold, my heart it aches,
I cope with endless hatred.
I'm so misunderstood,
empathy is dying out,
playing with the cards Ive been dealt,
has got me losing every round.
Im always panicking.
every single song I sing.
is remanence of scar tisssue
that’s building on my heart every day

AND I KNOW, THESE ARE TIMES
THAT I HATE.
I FEEL NOTHING BUT PAIN.
IM ALL ALONE,
SO HEAR ME WHINE.
IM A VOLCEL I WANT TO DIE.

I feel my seams are falling out,
“its okay”- they say but
Noones fabric’s colored like mine.
I clean my past with turpentine,
But the stains remain,
they remind me love is too hard to find.
I feel misunderstood,
Self destruction’s glued to my mind,
Ill smoke my cigarette and think about
the time’s that I’ve died.
I bought another gun
Point it in my mouth and then cry.
This emotional release is what reminds me
Im still alive.

Im now a volcel, Im just a no one
Im just a robot
Im wishing that it was that easy
Im just a hater, Im just a damn punk
Im just a fuck up
Im NOT AN INCEL, Im just a no one
Im just a robot
Im wishing that it was that easy
Im just a hater, Im just a damn punk
Im just a fuck up

(Oh to be born again,
Rebirth my innocence, 
Regain my lack of sin,
I curse myself again again)
Im wishing that it was so easy.

Reborn Celibate

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