Love how you continue to push boundries and expirement with new sounds. Creating whole new emotions with these  songs 🪰

I cant believe this man ain't blow up yet

I love this track so much. I think of it whenever I hear another female talking about the true crime genre. 
🤘🏼😈👍🏼

÷CLOSE÷TIES÷ written and recorded by Grim Salvo

Prod. ³³marrow @33marrow

÷CLOSE÷TIES÷

MISFIT

C.A.$.H

prod. by jesskodi & zaki ali

lyrics

My heart is flammable
This world is cold, I stand alone
With a Molotov cocktail in my hand that I am damned to throw
At anyone
Who ever comes between my dreams and heavy lungs
My precious hearts already won a steady stream of thoughts
The very thoughts that lead me lost
Into the darkness with a spark of hope
Hard to stomach, I start to choke
While I rummage these parts unknown
There's no running from the darker tones of markets
Regardless if hearts are gold
Leave you starved and froze

Scatter brained, static remains
As the havoc claims
All the lives, so deprived
I'm only half ashamed
Cause I live my life like a savage
I'd rather tame
All the darkness I can't manage
The past is blamed
On my habits, these patterns
Stab me, leave tragic stains
Untethered radical
And unethical animal
Illegible statements fake
Bitch, I'd rather go
Home where I'm alone
Compatible with the madness
That I could hone

You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
My genetics are so poetic
Yet so pathetic
You're so generic
No rebel
But that's your whole aesthetic
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it

Back and forth
With a pattern to force your faces
To splatter to floors
I've taken drastic accord
In case my habits can't afford a new vacancy
I'm taking leave
Take it or leave it, you're better off hating me
Matter of fact, I hope you do
Stack up the fact, I told the truth
Stabbed my back
Now hold the clues to your ear
My fears still appear to revere reality
In the rear view mirror
I see you're still glad to be cheery
Hear these thoughts clearly
Like proven theories
So severely
Bitch, I am weary
Every dream and every crease
Between my feats and my beliefs
Proceed to steep my mind in sleep
To just escape, so I'll erase more hours out of the day
More power over my fate
I still scour for more encounters
To counter my lack of social life
Never lead a sober life
Confront the face of death like an overbite
I'll move over like a soldier
Want to be known like a socialite?
Shoulder to shoulder with melancholy
On this rocky path as it leads to my deathly folly
Fuck a brand or deal
Sleeping in their pajamas still
Spinning wheels like they slipped on a fucking banana peel
Spitting on a grander scale
Hitting all fucking cylinders
Lyrically witty as classic literature
A gift and curse

Scatter brained, static remains
As the havoc claims
All the lives, so deprived
I'm only half ashamed
Cause I live my life like a savage
I'd rather tame
All the darkness I can't manage
The past is blamed
On my habits, these patterns
Stab me, leave tragic stains
Untethered radical
And unethical animal
Illegible statements fake
Bitch, I'd rather go
Home where I'm alone
Compatible with the madness
That I could hone

You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
My genetics are so poetic
Yet so pathetic
You're so generic
No rebel
But that's your whole aesthetic
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it

SCATTER BRAINED F*CK

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:

Cold, inside my cage
I feel at home
As I used to be
Lost, you still remain
I see your ghost
In the mercury

It frightens me to think you're trapped
Oh what sweet relief to finally be gone
Free from your cage, I see you fly
On ancient wings
Gone into the night
I watch your ghost
In the mercury

No
I will never let you go
Your memory will fly

No
I will never let you go
Your memory will fly

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

Skinwalker Social Club

Weltgeist

Lyrics:

Even though you're so far
I see you everywhere I go
Shrunken down and put away
From the mouth to the heart
"Bigger things will come and go"
But in the night I'm coming down

I know it's been hard
But I thought you
I thought you loved true crime

Just a head in a jar
I take you everywhere I go
Shrunken down and put away
Some might think it's too far
But in the end, they'll never know
Where the rest of you is found

I know it's been hard
But I thought you
I thought you loved true crime

Even though you're apart
All your skin begins to glow
New perfume, formaldehyde

Please don't look at me that way
I just thought you
I thought you loved true crime

I thought you loved true crime
I thought you loved true crime
I thought you loved true crime
I thought you loved true crime

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

Formaldehyde

Lyrics:

Shut the door and turn the key to keep the others out
Slowly asking god to strengthen me to bear myself
Should the heaviest of burdens be for us to share?
Slowly sinking into bed under the stinking air

Everyone outside myself
Lock the door and bar them out
Everyone outside myself
Lock the door

How am I supposed to keep it together with lightning in the iris?
The world is spinning so fast that I can barely write this down
Dodging the fools and masquerading tyrants
The brain is spinning so fast the mouth can barely make a sound

Nobody's leaving alive

You'll never take me alive

I lock the door upon myself
I lock the door upon myself
I lock the door upon myself
I lock the door upon myself
I lock the door upon myself
I lock the door upon myself
I lock the door upon myself
I lock the door upon myself

I Lock The Door Upon Myself

savage ga$p x kamaara x grim salvo - in your darkest nightmares, you'll see me (￣。￣)～ｚｚｚ

Grim Salvo & Witchouse 40k - Roses In the Attic
Mixed and mastered by ³³marrow

VOIDST★R

Roses In the Attic

Grim Salvo & Witchouse 40k - Roses In the Attic

A collaboration between Grim Salvo and Witchouse 40k @grimsalvo @hell_usa

Featuring:
Lil Darkie @lildvrkie
Savage Ga$p @avageaspandungique
Brahman @brahmvn

Grim Salvo & Witchouse 40k - ST. PLAGUE (feat. BRVHMAN)

Grim Salvo & Witchouse 40k - Beyond The Scarlet Curtain (feat. Lil Darkie)

Veins of the Night - Hans von Schneggeloch

california night drive,
usa desert highway,
west coast nocturnal,
cinematic night house,
desert house rock,
sleep driving music,
late night road music,
neon motel vibes,
canada night electronic,
canadian chill house,
middle east night drive,
mena nocturnal electronic,
desert noir atmosphere,
arab night highway,
ukraine night ambient,
eastern europe nocturnal,
kyiv night drive,
vietnam night chill,
saigon after midnight,
asian nocturnal house,
analog film grain sound,
cinematic sleep music,
safe night drive,
deep calm house,
nocturnal confidence

i’ll-keep-the-engine-warm.

D E A T H G A S M (PROD. BY CRYPT)

Written and performed by Grim Salvo x Witchouse 40k (@hell_usa)
PROD @33marrow

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

- L Y R I C S +

SLEUTH

It’s all bad
It’s all bad
Gonna gonna make you reap
Godheads on the rack
Gotta fiend within me
It’ll feast on the genes of the queen
Where I live is where I bleed

It’s all bad
It’s all bad
Gonna gonna make you reap
Godheads on the rack 
Gotta fiend within me
It’ll feast on the genes of the queen
Where I live is where I bleed

That methanal makes the mantis operational
Indigo mathematics 
Broken acid god insatiable
Please don’t be silent 
I call that bizarro onomatopoeia for clients 
I disguise my design in the pines
I try and survive to 45 
Mime surprise for the plain eyes
My old teeth
I divide your demise for the site
At the site
Gotta feed him for the: 
Cytoplasmic battery
Witness the death of gravity
Everyone I see: delete 
Black eyes bleeding agony
Night, day, night
Pray caught in the midnight
Moonlight
Savory prey I flay up to two times
So hail the cheddar shepard 
Feed the spider 
Rip the neck off little lobotomized broken lepers
Lurching about in the land of the water coma cannibal crimes
Breathing the filth in: reminiscent of better times
On the gang

MOSSBACK

Reaching for the light
I got a feeling that it’s stuck inside you
I don’t care what anyone thinks I’ve got to pull it out — She’s bleeding
Superhuman senses 
I can smell the roses, iron fences
I don’t care what anyone thinks
I’ve got to save the world

My initiation got me screaming trees: butt naked
Staring down the white horizon: eyes vacant
You can find me in the pantheon chewing on the idle faces
Stone gazes
Chilling in the high places 
Dummy dust, dummy love
Bloody cuffs, bloody hug 
Gimme neck, gimme lung
Cutting checks cutting tongue
I’m lurking w the steak knife
Surgery to space flight 
Bodies by the wayside

WITCHOUSE 40K

Smoking on wood till I feel like a cabin
I’m rollin extendos, my glock fulla habits
I’ve got a hundred round drum in my jacket
Might crack at your skull 
Fill you up with some lead like a basket
Bali when I mask it
Body fulla acid
Roll it never, pass it and I’m smoking all the gasses
Put you in a casket, and light it with matches
Blood all on your gut, from the hollow in your passions
Cut you with that stainless but hit you with that rusty chrome
I ain’t ever living painless
My past is full of ghosts
I’m a rockstar not a ghost
Ten holes in the body bullets in my soul
Said, fuck your set
ARs, got the weapon to your vest
Just like investments
When I’m flipping checks
Watch me flex
I’m a spirit suck me like a cigarette
I’ve got chains now, covering all the tats up on my neck
BLEGH

mossback: Reaching for the light
mossback: I got a feeling that it’s stuck inside you
sleuth: Millepedes in the weeds
sleuth: Gold teeth on my cavities
sleuth: Where I live is where I go bleed 
sleuth: What I see... can I witness the death of gravity

mossback: Superhuman senses 
mossback: I can smell the roses, iron fences
sleuth: Gold teeth on my cavities
sleuth: Yes, I am Pluto actually
sleuth: I don’t murder for me: it’s deliverance from your agony

mossback: Reaching for the light
mossback: I got a feeling that it’s stuck inside you
sleuth: Lurching about in the land of the water coma cannibal crimes
sleuth: Breathing the filth in: reminiscent of better times n the gang

✄ ☹ ☜

Formaldehyde

MOSSBACK

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