indecisive

I know, that I seem like the one
who sits inside their room
for hours at a time
sleeping until it's noon
I know, I'm having fun
Without work that is due
Being completed
I don't enjoy the rules and

Maybe sometimes
I'll write a song about the things in my life
That confuse me so damn 
Bad, I know I can be
Something that you can see
As successful
And trust me I 

Know, that I seem like the one
Who lies, just to be cool
Fitting in with the guys
That's what we all do
I know that I seem like a bum
I'd say you're pretty rude
But if you think those things
I'd say that they're true

But maybe sometime
We could go on a walk and stare at the sky
It's been on my mind and
I know that we can leave this
Prison that we seem
To call our home, oh
I know it

I know, that I seem like the one
who sits inside their room
for hours at a time
sleeping until it's noon
That I seem like the one
who sits inside their room
for hours at a time
sleeping until it's noon

da bedrot anthem

baby hold ur breath when im with u

just send me a text i still miss

why are u still here just like a issue

holding on ur breath just like i wished to

u were off of ur drugs

i cant hold me ur dumb

blonde girl ur fucking stupid

felt high and u made me stoop it

so fired off these pills i lose it

tell me why ur always doin

always till here i knew it

i was up here i knew it

blonde girl

awful - bastard

(deleted song)

falling too deep

im just stalling

tell me im just calling u

cant seem to call me too

find the truth

im so stuck up i knew

girl i hate u i do

im so stuck up i knew

where do u go when im not even around

lust inside my head

i know this now

stuck up

untitled_2025-07-20

ego death w/ revivle

iris in 5 mins

Music when the lights go out.m4a

Стихи © Борис Рыжий
Музыка © Владимир Катаев


Не потому ли Бога проглядели,
что не узрели Бога, между нами?
И право, никого он в самом деле
не вылечил, не накормил хлебами.

Какой-нибудь безумец и бродяга –
до пят свисала рваная дерюга,
качалось солнце, мутное, как брага,
и не было ни ангела, ни друга.

А если и была какая сила,
её изнанка – горечь и бессилье
от знанья, что конец всего – могила.
Не для того ли Бога и убили,

чтобы вина одних была громадна,
а правота других была огромна.
...Подайте сотню нищему, и ладно,
и даже двести, если вам угодно.

stuck up

bastard vault

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