this song is so beautiful!!! I really hope you do release this one day ur voice is so angelic<33

i just want to go back to when he loved me

nickateen

Baphomet’s Daydream

𝕭𝖊𝖓𝖊 𝕲𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖙 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖘𝖊𝖙

grimes – geidi primes (nightcore edition)

(coprod.ksun) 


the song represents a rough love relationship with someone who has anger issues (major gay energy lol)

Lyrics: 


quiet life, brasov sign 
so i'll wait out by the creek 
our tanned bodies will burn for dawn 
use your muscles for this thing called love 
start a fight on your porch 
a renegade with nowhere to run 
workout in your small garage 
motorbike just to gun 'em down 
saints just lie and i fucking cry             
bide your time, bite my tongue
hold my hand under these red lights
killed a guy with your own bare fists
no one stops you but i tame you 
hide from cops in the parking lot 
by the abandoned water park 
you just punch holes in your wall 

treat me like your punching bag
no one sees you better than i can
beat yourself up on the floor 
burried a grave for that girl with her dad
by the dam where we'd make love and just touch 

do you honestly feel my love? 
do you think that i'm good enough?
imma be honest you're the one
ride or die, fight or flight 
all i wanna be is bad like you 
share my body and my mind with you    
kraftwerk playing in your bedroom 
drinking that to cope with your anger issues
disobey destroy outlaw 
light match, set it on fire
this fight aint even over 
wreslte ring crowd screaming your name 
strikes like a shark with a blood scent 
knock him out, you'll ascend
wait for glory, you might seem lost  
but you'll know where i am 

disobey destroy outlaw
none of them know who you love
i'm your punching bag, punch him back
hit him hard, kiss me hard 
stab him hard, spit on him 
take it out, take it out

punching bag

cc: 

small town, big blocks
we’ve grown up we’re not kids now
soft roads, old bikes
blowing up kitchens at night 
but I’m on fire
nobody touched the sky 
so we’d climb the pipelines
where we would smoke and dream big 
I’m a burden tell me now
how you don’t want me around
rows of violent fuchsia dreams 
burnt out by the 9-5 
i’m making something with my life 
kids at block C only drag me down 
‘cause they just wanna fight at the junkyards with their fists
‘cause there’s nothing special here 
and I’m tired of a dead end life (i want more, want more, want more)
If you want to hold down my neck then I’ll try break this 
blood pact and you’ll wish you did the same as me
bet on all these fuchsia dreams
Big guy know you prolly hate me now
Joints weak now, your mum and dad were never proud
out late selling shit with the gang 
flush it out with the armagnac
take it out, molotov
blow it up and watch it burn like the class of ‘98 
it won’t ever be the same 
small town, big blocks
we’ve grown up we’re not kids now
soft roads, old bikes
blowing up kitchens at night

fuchsia dream (demo)

nothing new for trash like you, 
plastic bags over our heads and counting to ten
mountain-side, pitolushu
run from this heatwave that’s melting all our dreams
call my name out,
she’s so perfect like an angel on my shoulders
my baby looks so pretty with her long hair
point out constellations on my pick-up truck
buying stacks of corny horror movie tapes
we fuck like she's my bonnie and says im her clyde

i know i will defend her,
wont say I love her, holding hands on a schoolyard court
flowers in december, swimming pools with dead bugs
spiraling and smoking on the motorway
and nothign seems to stop us 
not even the red lights
getting chased down by the police
i hate to say it, i hate to say it, i think i’m in love with you

digging out glass shards out of my skin and stitching me up while we watch the sunrise
going through few grams, maybe we’re slipping
they seem so ahead we’re always left behind 
everything i want in life, seems so out of sight like tunnels closing but at least youre my light 
i’m feral for your love, like saints to dying art
i’ll keep your picture with me and say 

i know i will defend her,
wont say I love her, holding hands on a schoolyard court
flowers in december, swimming pools with dead bugs
spiraling and smoking on the motorway
and nothign seems to stop us 
not even the red lights
getting chased down by the police
i hate to say it, i hate to say it, i think i’m in love with you

defender (demo)

Lingua Ignota — Satan, Your Kingdom Must Come Down - Texas Theatre

scrapped demo xx idk if I’ll ever finish this one because I have the new instrumental and I have to re-record most vocals again. 


Lyrics: 


Do you remember when 
Our summers were perfect with only us? 
You were bleeding and I was your bandaid 
But I just wanna be yours 
Can I stay again for the night? 
Let my arms hang over your bedside 
Well baby 40 degrees has never felt so sweet 
Taking off dirty clothes just to feel you 

But I wanna be that 
The one you wanted 
No one can stop me
This town can haunt me all it wants
No I want, i want it again
So tell me you love me
When I have a breakdown 
Oh I wanna hate you 
But you wouldn’t let go of this grip onto your heart 

But you don’t love me, you don’t love me
Like you said, like you said
So I’ll wait out by our graves

When you leave I feel empty again
I stare at the ceilings and hope that you are there
Wait at my heart for a key, you want in
You know you’re a parasite and you’ve always been there
And if I die, I hope I die with you 
Love can’t last but these photographs 
And I’m down at the pipelines where you held my hand
I stare at the demolition of that school 
where you taught me to smoke 
Worshipped you through and through 
I feel you slipping and I wish it weren’t true

Cos I wanted to be that 
The one you wanted 
Nobody stopped
This town can hate me all they want 
No I want , I want it again
So tell me you love me 
In this fraught of a dead town
Kill for my body and I’ll commit sins for yours eternally

you’re curdled milk and I’m the bucket
what’s the point of holding you 
it’s gone sour, I want our old love 
I want the dirt roads, I want ‘em back 
Reckless driving, passionate love
Keep fucking yp everything you do 
You’ve fucked this up, don’t call me back 
Don’t call me back, don’t beg for me

You know I’ll want you 
You know I’ll want you 
You know I’ll want you 
You know I’ll want you 

You’re curdled milk, you’re curdled milk 
You’re curdled milk, you fucking prick 

You’re curdled milk, you’re curdled milk
You’re curdled milk, you’re curdled milk 
You’re curdled milk, you’re curdled milk
You’re curdled milk, you’re curdled milk 

You cut me off, that should be me cutting you off

curdled milk (demo)

nickateeen

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