Dead Like My Heart

(Produced by Riddiman)

Please enjoy my emotional track 'sorry'. It's a song for my friend going through a tough time. To give anyone hope. 

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sorry

This is for those who struggle with trying to get ahead. Um, inspiration comes from keeping a friend in a positive place. So I thought it would be nice to make them a motivational song they could listen to. What you'll think?

Stay Focused - (No Samples)

Sophisticated - Demo

Face Up

Rod Wave Type Beat | 162bpm "Block Groove" prod. by DJS

Man On The Hill (prod. Haruhi)
or maybe man in the sewer ;)
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Man On The Hill

Man On The Hill (prod. Haruhi)

The Madness In My Head

"Béla Kiss" is an old gothic tale. Since I wrote it about the 1900's Hungarian serial killer for which the song is titled , I sing in both English & my old native tongue of Hungarian.

Lyrics
Bela la la Bela Kiss
A new alias in the charade of loor
Tinman's echo inside the fisherman's cave
Spinning bootlegged bottles on spirit boards
The last soldier to survive the plague
Was Bela la la Bela Kiss
Bridesmates drained and keepsaked
Only blood is of value says the nihilist

Hallom teiget Béla Kiss
Jóslás a a sírból 
Béla drága Béla Kiss
Bor és vér,az ég sír
Magábon az esoben
Kosorúsh lányok elestek 
Te eladtad a szerelem
Hon vagy te,Budapestben?

Ch:
Hallom teiget 
A finom méreg
a vad ló's élete
Ez az arcok a tükörben
Hallom teiget 
A te vendéged
A vad ló's élete
Hon vagy te, New Yorkban?

Béla La Béla Kiss
The sane must be warded off
With black roses   
Awashed in widow blood
Lonely widower seeks a bride
Dying harlot next to her impaled fling
Crossed hearts burn to ember
To linger on when you get pissed

Hallják teiget Béla Kiss
A titkos szobából
Agglegéin szerenád
Az eltunik vendéged
Béla draga Béla Kiss
Bor és vér,a a farkas sír
Magábon az esoben
Hon vagy te,Budapestben?

Ch:

Down the Carpati hills
Procession of wolves 
Abide by the voices
They are hungry and cruel
Did you soldier onward?
Taking the fallen man's name
Your ghost ship still sits
Above skulls never claimed
Your secrets remain shut
Between the housekeeper's lips
They will lower their weapons
If you aim is to miss
Chaste spirits of the defiled
Pickled in rummed bile 
Did the hard rain makes you smile?
For it's been a long while

The Madness In My Head

82 ( Ian Willis )