To Bring Our Own End

Fuck the Men in Her Life

Upon the Right, I Saw a New Misery

Perfectly Fucked

Batter Up!

A toast to before

Something greater

This is no laughing matter.

After The Flatline

Speak Your Mind

I AM WAR — Battle Cry (Intro)
This piece is a warning and a vow. It opens with an ancestral battle chant and a spoken declaration: “Stand down unless you’re seeking death.” The lyrics paint a scorched landscape — homes erased, rivers stained, and a promise of retribution delivered with surgical coldness. It’s not glorifying violence; it’s the voice of a people pushed to the brink and the ceremonial fury that follows.

I Am WAR

[Verse 1]
Crack the goddamn silence, they crawl outta my brain
Sweet little demons, call out my name
I beg for mercy, they grin, they thrive
Every shriek they spit keeps me barely alive
Razor laughs scratch inside my chest
No peace, no rest, just a mental arrest
Drippin’ in madness, beggin’ for a break
But the louder they scream, the more I ache

[Chorus]
The voices in my head won’t shut the fuck up
Laughin’ like a pack of dogs gnawin’ my guts
Tearin’ down my soul while they dance in the red
I’m losin’ everything to what lives in my head
Yeah, they crack that whip, hysterical sound
My sanity’s gone, six feet underground

[Verse 2]
Feast on my logic, choke on my dread
They feed off the rot in the back of my head
I punch the walls till my knuckles split
But they just laugh harder—sick, twisted shit
A theater of torment, spotlight’s mine
The act never ends, it’s all by design
I’m the headline freak, the crowd’s my sin
Every scream I throw just draws them in

[Chorus]
The voices in my head won’t shut the fuck up
Laughin’ like a pack of dogs gnawin’ my guts
Tearin’ down my soul while they dance in the red
I’m losin’ everything to what lives in my head
Yeah, they crack that whip, hysterical sound
My sanity’s gone, six feet underground

[Bridge – Spoken Growl / Breakdown]
You think I’m fine? You think I care?
Every thought’s a noose, and it’s hangin’ right there
They whisper sweet filth down my spine
I’m not insane... this is by design

[Drop riff, guttural scream]
Burn me, break me, drag me through hell
They own my conscience, they wear me well

[Final Chorus – Double Tempo Finale]
The voices in my head won’t shut the fuck up
Laughin’ while they carve my sanity up
Every fuckin’ tear fuels their parade
I’m the puppet they made, in the filth I’m laid
Yeah, hysterical kings of my mental hell
They ring my death knell, and I wear it well

Voices In My Head

Paranoid

The Swept Under

Never to Be

A toast to before

Kiowa

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