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residential. - remember me (unreleased)

This song was released and later removed from Bryson's SoundCloud

They told me Bryson
You always sit in silence
That shit gonna turn to violence, yuh
In a year
Yeah, so I'll lay by the violets
Right before the sky lit
'Cause finding peace in silence sheds a tear

What could I do better this time?
Four in the morning and I drive
Drinks with my friends in the night
Just hoping for a smile when I arrive
It's gonna happen
Whipping a classic
No automatic bitch
Blowing by traffic
Rolling up magic
Up in a cabin rich
'Cause I'm on my own time
I'm on my own time
Watching the sunrise
Did this shit myself
Left the drugs on the shelf
Louis V on my belt
Living life, no help
Living life without constants

They told me Bryson
You always sit in silence
That shit gonna turn to violence
In a year
I'll make sure the violets
Come before the sky lit
'Cause finding peace in silence sheds a tear

6ryson

residential. - 6ryson (killedmyself)

lyrics:

This realm has effectively become haven for deception. intruders who feed upon the human desire for normalcy. Evolved to capture the essence of our entire being only to use this mirror image against us. many a man here have suffered at the hands of what they have come to call "The mimics".

underneath pristine estate
basement depth where dirt meets clay
tears were shed within this place
boxes leak of flesh remade

savagely he steals ur face
worn atop his ancient skin
in tongues forgotten by eons past
he word imbued his new favourite mask
forced to speak of all summers past
he will steal ur life in this you shaped cast
confidence is what put u here
and now confidence is what leaves u last

did they really love u if they never even noticed
your wife is cuddled up next to whatever inside the mold is invited
its exciting
she looks into its eyes and
sees nothing but her husband looking back its not surprising
beware the boglands curse
the graveyard nurse
its called by many names
but only one name works
and that names urs
then that names hers
it runs in the family until the family is hearsed
the old bones
of the house creek and give way
for a bridge to the grave
the walls pulse and bleed grey
into his limbs
where dirt meets clay
where eyes meet brain
where push meets shove
and pressure meets pain
when its all done
you will faze out
somewhere in the beams
of the house we came out
you recognize the voice coming out of its mouth
once upon a time it was urs it came out of i know
but she doesn't
its really a spitting image
they lay down in ur bed and she gets fucked by a mimic

watching as the vows fall flat and break down
replaced in the worst way thought you shout
words turn dust only halfway out
muffled by the drywall packed in ur mouth
plague turned sap for the family tree
children to be birthed none resembling thee
abomination follows and the curse must feed
the mother is consumed by what she thought was her seed

savagely he steals ur face
worn atop his ancient skin
in tongues forgotten by eons past
he word imbued his new favourite mask
forced to speak of all summers past
he will steal ur life in this you shaped cast
confidence is what put u here
and now confidence is what leaves u last

CHAPTER4_BEWARE THE MIMICS (SORROWBRINGER)

lyrics:

With the information i have provided thus far, I'm sure it comes as no surprise that thievery and other criminal mischief manages to slip through the cracks of society as the natural chaos of this world remains at it's forefront. Although the perpetrators of such things flourish under the blind eye of the law, what they cannot account for is the evil hidden within other citizens behind the closed doors they so selfishly pry open. 

Quick
Hands guiding them
Gas lamps flicking on
Masked man picking lock
The Moon dance cover up
Cobbled roads kicking up
Some Horse shit in the mud
Forced in to the front
The door hinge broken off

The panelling in here is gorgeous
The crest at the helm is enormous
The clocks tell the time of the forest
The balconies covered in torches
Something inside of his gut is in knots
Victorian build but no sign of a cross in the arches
Almanac flipped to the harvest
Its leather is riddles with markings
It look like tattoos
It feel like me and you
Where the fuck have we chosen to barge in
Speckled with crimson at foot are the carpets
I hear a shuffle come out of the darkness
I feel a hunters reconnaissance mark us
I pick up scent of a blood lust
Just As I pick up sight of a carcass
I shouldn’t come here alone
I should of just stuck to my grove u could see him regret it
Human lay stripped to its bones I broke window to walk in its home thus into its stomach
Its sweat it could smell in my chest
And fear it could smell on my breathe
I guess I picked me a dud
Ive been deceived by the crest
He charges at my from the door
Hes packing my brain in the floor
Ive no where to go
I’ve hoped I would die by the sword
But now im mechanically gored
With hand to my throat
As blood pools in both of my hands
I finally lock eyes with the man
Absorbing my hope
Draped in the finest of things
The crest in the steel of his ring
A family of sick misanthropes

Quick
Hands guiding them
Gas lamps flicking on
Masked man picking lock
The Moon dance cover up
Cobbled roads kicking up
Some Horse shit in the mud
Forced in to the front
The door hinge broken off

CHAPTER6_A BOTCHED HEIST OF THE LEZORYTH MIDSUMMER RESIDENCE (ERIC GODLOW)

lyrics:

generations upon generations of the lezoryth have sat atop the sociopolitical ladders of their respective era, and many believe it is not just for their genetically predisposed inclination to starting profitable business, but something much darker. What follows are journal scrapings of the last lezoryth house employee to have disappeared on family property. And if what is said is the truth, Then the lezoryth bloodline must be purged.

Cracks in this ceiling turn golden with UV
The walls will dilapidate slowly onto me
Im scared
I wait for sunlight to go away
Till then I live as a stow away
I hope this bucket can last me to morning
Beside what im eating there’s nothing important here
This windows will burn me like ever clear
In truth I have only gained more to fear
As I fast emaciate here on linoleum
I wonder why my morality saved to run
I couldnt eat him its killing me
So I waste away and refuse to feed
Ive overlooked all the guilt in me
And now it shall cause my armour to sunder
And now its become my calamity
I brittle my bones in the way of a lover
Ive drawn away to this cellar bones
Abandoned by humanity as something more like animal
Id never gave this curse my full control
This dampened floor
In where im stored
Is covered up time like an open sore
If the afterlife
Has closed its doors
A vamper is in last of what could force it ajar
This candlelight supplies me with a vision of stone
And the three of my victims
Id wish I had known
Ive worn this as a badge to have this plague in my soul
But now im weak in my bones
With this stake in my throat

CHAPTER9_HOMINUS NOCTURNA (SKELLINGTON)

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Reading Psalms in the Palms (prod.BoyFifty)

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