track is like 6 month old i was on hard drugs doing whatever yay :D
no mixing no shit just me having fun

Secret

You know upon reflection
Just like a vampire
I will disappear
In words,
there’s hidden meanings
Never a message
That’s crystal clear
But now -
I wouldn’t even say this
If you didn’t already know

I’m uncertainty
Become atrophied
Progressively
Making nothing neat
Just when you get a split-second to revise
Another message coming towards you at the speed of light,
Yikes….

It’s collapsing
Needs reviving
And Its happening
All the time
Nothing changing
Despite failings
No reflection
Sub-critical

That’s just like me

yikes

Wednesday Vibe freestyle vocal 4

Oh I tried so hard my dear
Your to much for me love is what I fear 
There’s nothing for me to say out loud
There’s nothing on this earth I care about 
Oh I wonder what are those sounds?

Dear masquerade

Oh you hurt me my dear 
You’re voice and music rings in my ears 
Oh I’m fading out of here 
You gave me the signs so I must escape 
Clearly I’m not the one you would take 
Sorry for thinking you would that’s my mistake 

Dear masquerade

Dear Masquerade (VELVET)

Not a Lot Just Forever in Greenwich Village

Pitch Black Paradise

Dance through the Madness

I broke his hand

What else am I suppose to do
After all the shit that you’ve put us through
You’ve taken the water made it glue
Its true its true

I’m terrible for memories
But you’re the same
It doesn’t matter why
But you’re to blame
You’ve drank the Kool-aid and gone insane
you’re lame you’re lame

What was done to me
I’ll do for you
Eye for an eye 
Tooth for a tooth
When you reach out
Best be careful, for
I broke his hand

Up the martyrs
And up the youth 
The anarchists
Won’t defend you
When you reach out
Best be careful, for
I broke his hand

You think that you can see right thru 
Tthere’s nothing here
You’d resemble
Your definitions vague, accidental
So rude so rude

You can’t see the food
Left on your plate
You want to scramble
But it’s too late
The terror revealed
And it’s your fate
Yeah mate yeah mate

What was done to me
I’ll do for you
Eye for an eye 
Tooth for a tooth
When you reach out
Best be careful, for
I broke his hand

Up the martyrs
And up the youth
The anarchists
Won’t defend you
When you reach out
Best be careful, for
I broke his hand


i broke his hand

Miserable Monday

Pravednik

Gospod

I'm doing my thing mostly out of a gut feeling and a deep urge to make it hit the right way. 
My artist name OTO refers to a japanese expression for sound, and that's what it's all about besides the lyrics I write with the same impulsivity. 
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