42 days in this state
Homesickness at its core
I close my eyes and ears like a new born kit
And I hold my breath as I sink faster than ever before
I can't help but summon someone
I don't feel safe when I'm alone
If only my blankets would come and swallow me whole
Like a monster that feeds off of all the guilt I own

Return me to where you found me
And kiss me before you go
My dollhouse has gathered so many cobwebs
The ceiling dips down low
Abandoned are things that my memory can't bear to love
The pansies are dying and all the young girls play too rough

I don't wanna love the things
That nobody can talk about
I'm scared to be shunned for the parts of me that are not clean 
I'm still covered in dirt from all of the times I was too mean
So, tonight I'm a curled fawn
Sweet Bambi drowned deep in his tears
I swallow my agony, hope it will be gone by dawn
But in the morning I wake up to see its carcass on the lawn

Return me to where you found me
And kiss me before you go
Even though I'm aching to return home
I'll still say I'll miss you so
Abandoned are things that my memory can't bear to love
The pansies are dying and all the young girls play too rough
The pansies are dying and all the young girls play too rough

serenades for the false-hearted

home

If you have high nostalgia for Lana UV era or just love her than listen to Algernon 🖤💗

Algernon

Preacher’s Daughter

Televangelism

Arsonist

Rotting

Gemma

❤️‍🔥✨ Fall Into Your Hunger
by The Miracle Syndicate

Every promise tastes like metal
Every kiss cuts down to bone
You breathe me in like a sin you’ll keep
And I’m too fucked up to go home

You press your faith against my skin
You pull me under, wear me thin

And I fall into your hunger
Like a wound that wants the knife
If you take me any deeper
There’ll be nothing left of life

Your hands are coal, they stain my white
Your eyes are storms that never fade
I wear your name across my throat
Like a prayer I can’t escape

You press your faith against my skin
You pull me under, drag me in

And I fall into your hunger
Like a wound that wants the knife
If you take me to your ruin
There’ll be nothing left of life

Every promise tastes like metal
Every kiss cuts down to bone
You breathe me in like a sin you’ll keep
And I’m too fucked up to go home

Credits:

Credits:
Written and performed by Elena Morgenstern, Nayeli Astra Xóchitl, and Brad Astra
Produced by The Miracle Syndicate
Mixed and mastered by Brad Astra at Nude Studio · Calgary · Canada
Label: Painful Records © 2025

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened. 🐾🖤✨

Fall Into Your Hunger (Rework)

Cover of what can you say by Adrienne Lenker

What can you say - Honey VHS (Cover)

you’re so cool you’re so cool
walking down the hall
wild eyes they are black
like the magic 8 ball
you got guns for trophies
mounted up like animal heads
with the skulls of all the
high school champs you keep
in rows above the bed, you told me

“when i’m good, i’m very good
but when i’m bad, i’m better”
i'm yours forever, i'm yours forever 

you’re so cool you’re so cool
i’ll bet when you were born
all the orange crush & ne-hi soda
bottles in the world fizzed over
they wanna break yr heart
but it’s made of blood & tar
you carry all that suffering
like a gun between your arms
you told me:

“when i’m good, i’m very good
but when i’m bad, i’m better”
i'm yours forever, i'm yours forever

& i see the future and there’s no death
cuz you and i we’re angels

You're So Cool

my bedroom smells like rotten food
and i guess so do i
it’s harder to be good in here
than it is to starve and die

i’d give my body to satan
if i could only keep my soul
but i can’t seem to find the split
between them anymore

my hair is falling out again
and i don’t really care
i try to stir my conscience
it was never really there

your fingers up inside of me
feel like fingers down my throat
everything is fine in heaven
but i’ll never get to know

make sacrifice in bathtubs
and stained bed covers
soak all of my clothes in holy water
and drown them like a crying son
drown them like a crying daughter
praying in the night to the angels of porn
nails in their wrists, knees on the floor
great lakes full of cum extracted from everyone

Gemma

Juniper Jefferies

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