https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2020_Oregon_wildfires

september eleventh twenty twenty

Production, mixing and mastering by Gullyspit

Verse 1:
looking at my hands stretched out
what’s a preacher with a 45
talking out the side where the neck meets the bow tie 
where the flesh connects between both eyes
they won’t even sweat till we show em where the rope ties
you can get beat to death
burnt out the middle like a cigarette
watch the heat map form from the infrared
got newspeak’s clinging to rest 
got new feet bringing old bones inside to get dressed
no time better than past to get pressed
no fight in em let the rest forget
flood bringing mud but it stuck to porch steps
her hand covered up with blisters 
itch in the throat need to pitch the liquor 
images birthed in 
the skin infested
crave the silence when the pump arrested

Hook:
mama said it was always muddy 
and I better not track no shit
mama said I was always funny
but I speak with too much spit

Bridge:
i feel like a scarecrow
i know they all hate me 
no debate that I’m an asshole
bodies in the castle 
hanging right below the ramparts
i feel like a surgeon
now you spare parts

breakdown:
4 blank walls make em act corrected
4 inch tall need the aim perfected
counting minutes when the year is rented
countless visions of a body burned up
organs churned up 
rivers longs gone 
swerve the pot hole but hit the pilon
smell the fumes off the melted nylon 
fuck the pay stub
office Saigon 

Hook x2

Ugly44

written/recorded/mixed/mastered by MOSSBACK

Please no one notice me
I learned to love monotony
Hangdog at the front of the line
Beacon of democracy
Plain is how I ought to be
Patient til lobotomy time

Living in a world
Thats more askew than alive
Maybe I got lost along the way
Thats okay

Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Singing harmonies with my pack like a bone thug

Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Singing harmonies with my pack like a bone thug

Beaming from the center of the earth
Its so real
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Pushin thirty
You're still learning
What it means to feel
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud

Please no one notice me
I learned to love monotony
Hangdog at the front of the line
Beacon of democracy
Plain is how I ought to be
Patient til lobotomy time

HANGDOG

Lyrics:

Where you going?
You didn't make a sound
It's a simple question
When you speak it out loud

I've been lying
Wide awake
Satisfying
All the memories of my mistakes

Holy ghost slipped away
Don't be afraid to realign
Holy ghost slipped away
Don't be afraid to realign

Why you moaning?
You never make that sound
It's a self-possession
Never spoken out loud

I've been crying
For another I can conjugate
Simply dying
Under pressure to deny my fate

Holy ghost slipped away
Don't be afraid to realign
Holy ghost slipped away
Don't be afraid to realign

prod. Deademane & MOSSBACK
support: https://www.patreon.com/mossback

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Comforter

Grim Salvo & Witchouse 40k - BAPHOMET

Grim Salvo & Witchouse 40k - THE GIVER
Mixed and mastered by ³³marrow

THE GIVER

Grim Salvo & Witchouse 40k - THE GIVER  (prod. ³³marrow)

written / performed by @blckbrds
produced by @zepelinbeats x @zyllerbeats
engineered by @tumaggz

LANDFILL

LYRICS:

Fallin fallin fallin 
oh it never seems to stop 
I hear they dug up my tibia from the bottom of a swamp
thrumming a terrible silence from the deep where I’m embalmed 
That voice it aint mine, and its constantly talking, it’s saying:

Thinking of a way out is self-centered at best
You’re woven in the basket, baby bird in the nest, say ahhhh

Ahhhhh fuck, huh
I guess I’m stuck, huh
I put two feet down on the throttle of the muck, huh 
I let it buck, huh
Pulling me deeper
The green is coming alive and its saying:

Searching for a punchline to an infinite jest?
Well patience makes you manic
While the truth makes you depressed
I’d say that’s pretty funny 
 
Into what are you changing me?

Forming life underneath the fetid rot

Body goes elastic 
as my lungs begin to stretch
no longer breathing in the air
the moss is breathing down my neck 
dissolving in into plasma 
feels way better than you’d expect 
releasing all my dopamine
the voice returns, and now it says:    

preach the new religion:
discontent
your reanimation:
time well spent

Great Dismal Swamp

Song made by Salvos and Istasha.  All rights and everything goes to them. Nobody uploaded the song yet so i do now.
The song was uploaded officially in 24 January 2025. 

The Fly - istasha x mossback

Reborn | Her - The American Dawn(Instrumental)

Written and performed by Grim Salvo
PROD @33marrow

Artwork: Luis Perez Banus
Instagram: www.instagram.com/perezbanus/

- L Y R I C S +

Sample:
A: Okay dude
B: ...
A: DUDE
B: Wha?
A: Dude, dude, dude, dude!
B: Check it out--
A: --Wait look, we have a dance for this: It's called the Two N' Bop
B: Okay!
A: You thrust...
B: Okay!
A: ...and grab
B: Aight
A: Thrust. And grab...
A+B: Thrust. And grab...
B: Thrust.. 
A: ...and do the pump now
B: No dude...
A: Thrust... *heh*
B: That... that shit is ridiculous
A: Well what would you do??
B: I would do something a little bit more like...

SLEUTH

AY
Good god
Coming thru the smog
33 throw you in the gulag
Yes ma’am
What the fuck is egh egh
I think the truth is okay for now 
You’re fake like a paper crown 
Kill what we make 
Oppenheimer fucking his atom bomb 
Sheesh
I might have to preach
Coming up in the street: no leash
Paranoid drinkin bleach
Take a second 
Fuck up heaven with weapons
Get your blessing from many men with unpleasant professions
Cause we rabid for expression
Premeditated succession 
Wage races in cages
To end up as a legend 
Brain dead Samurai
The best way to live forever is to die
Move valuable not alive 
They know it’s only a matter of time — until you drop 
So they can decontaminate your traits 
Call that demise commodified

SLEUTH + MOSSBACK

Recognize this exorcism
Stream of piss
Mental diarrhea 
Know we had to do it to ‘em
Yeah you know we had to do it like that
If you got the way forward: Stay back.

MOSSBACK

Brain dead after sifting through debris and the wreckage of self-imposed depression
Self indulgent session
Gimme a break
Give him a break
He’s having a rough time too
Iron clad are the bars
Lion cage at the zoo
Everybody is solemnly waiting for the solution
“Let it be chemical” the secret conclusion
Let it be pretty like the sunset mixed with air pollution
And maybe the glow will answer my prayers
Turning my cataracts into the diamonds that I can go sell at the square
Devoured by the hype beasts
Ripped to shreds by the gnashing insecure pearly whiteys
Succulent trend setting
Dysmorphic pressing playing dress up
Spell your name backwards
Cash the check and bless up
Let loose the cannon fire and never stop wanting never stop craving 
Sex and drugs and sex and drugs 
And I’m above none of it
I'm as weak as the next
Drooling at the counter hounding over all the yoga pants

SLEUTH + MOSSBACK

Recognize this exorcism
Stream of piss
Mental diarrhea 
Know we had to do it to ‘em
Yeah you know we had to do it like that
If you got the way forward: Stay back

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