Milo is a Fool

sometimes it's too much and I lock myself into my room and try not to stab everyone and everything in my life, I do have a therapist tho, lol

homicidal thoughts 😻

your mom's nightmares

reaper in roses

at least i tried

𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙋𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 - 𝙎 𝙁 𝘿 𝘿

I'm Sure

Swing Lynn

Rainbow Kitten Surprise – Painkillers

not my song, all rights belong to carseatheadrest <3

destroyed by hippie powers - carseatheadrest

Alien Blues

4. Mothership

Man On The Moon II: The Legend Of Mr. Rager

Mr. Rager

Tired of wanting to add this to playlists and it not being on soundcloud so im ending my suffering

Buds

Surf Curse-Freaks

"Awaken, My Love!"

Redbone

Puberty 2

I Bet on Losing Dogs

Bury Me At Makeout Creek

Francis Forever

Spit

Brackish

Twilight

Twilight - Bôa

After The Storm

After The Storm (feat. Tyler, The Creator & Bootsy Collins)

505, slowed - Arctic Monkeys

www.corpusmolina.com // www.tambourhinoceros.net

Lyrics:

Hey Kids
Into dust together 
Eyelids
Heavy as leather Eyelids
						
Floffy days and nights
Looking clear but never recognized Just hear your manic speech Turning insidious
						
Hey Kids
Into dust together
Eyelids
Heavy as leather Eyelids
						
Freaky company
Luminious hours in the morning Out on this plastic beach Turning obseddion

Hey Kids

Molina - Hey Kids (Feat. Late Verlane)

Be the Cowboy

A Pearl

Ghost

Get ready for an Original Song, My Ordinary Life! It features audio samples from the Japanese cartoon Nichijou by Kyoto Animation and Nomi Yuuji.

Lyrics:

VERSE 1

They tell me keep it simple, I tell them take it slow
I feed and water an idea so I let it grow
I tell them take it easy, they laugh and tell me no,
It’s cool but I don’t see them laughing at my money though
They spittin facts at me, I’m spittin tracks, catch me?
I’m spinning gold out my records know you can’t combat me
They tell me jesus walks, I tell them money talks.
Bling got me chill, cause I’m living in an ice box.
They tell me I've been sleepin, I say I’m wide awake
Tracks hot and ready so they call me mister e-z bake
They say the grass is greener, I think my grass is dank
Drivin with a drank on an empty tank to the bank

PRE CHORUS

Do you feel me? Talk a look inside my brain
The people always different but it always feel the same

That’s the real me. Pop the champagne
The haters wanna hurt me and I’m laughin at the pain

CHORUS

Stayin still, Eyes closed
Let the world just pass me by

Pain pills, Nice clothes
If I fall I think I’ll fly

Touch me, Midas
Make me part of your design

None to guide us
I feel fear for the very last time


VERSE 2

They tell me that I’m special, I smile and shake my head
I’ll give them stories to tell friends about the things I said
They tell me I’m so humble, I say I’m turning red
They let me lie to them and don’t feel like they’ve been misled
They give so much to me, I’m losing touch get me?
Served on a silver platter, ask for seconds they just let me.
They tell me I’m a god, I’m lost in the facade
Six feet off the ground at all times I think I’m feelin odd
No matter what I make, they never see mistakes
Makin so much bread, I don’t care that they’re just being fake
They tell me they’re below me, I act like I’m above
The people blend together but I would be lost without their love

PRE CHORUS

Can you heal me? Have I gained too much?
When you become untouchable you’re unable to touch

Is there a real me? Pop the champagne
It hurts me just to think and I don’t do pain

CHORUS 


Stayin still, Eyes closed
Let the world just pass me by

Pain pills, Nice clothes
If I fall I think I’ll fly

Touch me, Midas
Make me part of your design

None to guide us
I feel fear for the very last time

CHORUS 2

Lay still, Restless
Losing sleep while I lose my mind

All thrill, No stress
All my muses left behind

World is, below
So high up, I’m near divine

Lean in, Let go
I feel fear for the very last time

The Living Tombstone - My Ordinary Life

With a voice that powerfully wails as much as it orgasmically moans, her debut album “Eat The Evidence” has strong flavors that nod to Veruca Salt, Nine Inch Nails, Marilyn Manson, Lords of Acid, and Smashing Pumpkins. Producer Justin Mathews blends gritty 90’s grunge, industrial goth club beats and face-melting guitar shredding.

Eat The Evidence has subject matter dipped into the dark fantasies of carnal knowledge, sex and cannibalism, as well as her woes with censorship. It also holds room for more serious songs about overcoming childhood abuse and a rockin’ love song for a dearly departed friend. In all elements of what she serves, there is passion in every story she sings.

destroyed by hippie powers - carseatheadrest

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