VENTING PALACE

It's a nice day to get some ultraviolet.

/: lyrics
/:industrial trashman
Now that's the kind of happiness I'm talking about
To live with this life as it is without a doubt
When the sun shines, this will be the point I mean it
It was never a secret, my life was never the cleanest
I am all over my demons, I feel it now, ain't no up and down
And ain't no dusky sound, get my ass up to leave the underground
Breathing fresh oxygen like it's intended to be
Be happy to see the shine 'cause I used to hate vitamin D
I got the whole DF squad vibing with me
The hard work pays off with the ones who bear with me
Generically, I never thought I was about to see
A good place that fits into my cleaned memory
That's the kind of happiness, I really want it
I think this point of view is really something
This would get rid of all of the problems
All of these problems would be solved then

/:hook
Sipping on some whiskey while my mind is set free
I don’t care about my problems I throw them away
Chilling with the homies, lighten up some blunts
Recording some music while we planning up some shows
That's the happiness that I've been searching for so long
Disconnecting from my phone, I'm ready to leave my home
To get to see the colors impaling my eyes
And appreciate the warmth of the sunlight on my white skin

/:digital sleeper
Wake up take my happy pills
I dont want my life to look like happy wheels
Im so ready just to smell the daffodils
Sitting with my legs dangling off the windowsill
It's a warm day out there
Enjoy what you can take a breath of that nice air
Skate round the park take a break from my office chair
I cant wait till I run my fingers through your hair
White tees and lemonade
Sitting underneath an oak tree enjoying shade
When the weather's like this
I dont think I'm prone to ever have another bad day
Things are looking up
Better fill my cup
I could use some lemonade
I be sitting in the shade like every day

/:hook
Sipping on some whiskey while my mind is set free
I don’t care about my problems I throw them away
Chilling with the homies, lighten up some blunts
Recording some music while we planning up some shows
That's the happiness that I've been searching for so long
Disconnecting from my phone, I'm ready to leave my home
To get to see the colors impaling my eyes
And appreciate the warmth of the sunlight on my white skin

Ultraviolet (Single)

Ultraviolet

Video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNPAgfUqWb0

Produced by @coilwound
Art by @comatoxicc

[LYRICS]

[HOOK]
So I corrupt, corrupt
This world is so fucking rotten
Your sins not forgiven and not forgotten.

I corrupt, corrupt
This world is so fucking rotten
Your parents are scum and so fucking wanton

I corrupt, corrupt
This world is so fucking rotten
You are forbidden to live in this world of the Gods of Sodom

I corrupt, corrupt
This world is so fucking rotten
For your inaction you deserve a zinc coffin

[VERSE 1]
For a long time I lived without a name,
But I realized that it was not necessary for me
All I knew was a lie and so I created a flame
To burn my fictional memories...

Fictional memories, fictional life
My body dries up
I forgot how much I had a heart attack
Fate message me
"How I fucked up?!"
Mommy, tell me please again
How I became a monster and fall in the dark

[VERSE 2]
So I take gasoline,
I set fire to this rotten skin
Don't trust anyone who said with fucking grin,
That everyone on this world have sin
Sin, Envy and The Evil Within

From within
We are so fucking clean
From within
We are so serene
But inside
Our ego want to live
But we must
Not use this Beherit

But I use this Beherit
And I want an apocalypse,
Submerge world into the abyss
Make an eclipse for a fading light
And give orders kids
Commit murders, break to people ribs,
Give all your parents my deadly kiss

[HOOK]
So I corrupt, corrupt
This world is so fucking rotten

I corrupt, corrupt
This world is so fucking noisy

I corrupt, corrupt
This world is so fucking rotten

I corrupt, corrupt
You'd better avoid me

MUSIC VIDEO

MONSTER [PROD. COILWOUND] + [MUSIC VIDEO]

Watch The Blood Flow ft. MCH6 (Prod. Takeer)

MULCH EATER CENTRAL - POPULATION: ∞

WITH: @VENTINGPALACE
PROD: @C3OF & @VENTINGPALACE
MIX: @VENTINGPALACE & @ZYROM
ART: @C3OF

LYRICS:
[VENTING PALACE]
Pure liquid emotion
Flowing all around inside a pool of commotion
The pool turns to an ocean
Swallows everything and anything that dares disturb it
The veil falls down
Saw something I'd never see
A black hole
Swallowing everything in front of me
God's grace is gone
You are sons of none
I try to run
But there's nowhere to go
You think you've won and maybe so
Just give it time
You're starting the show
You're starting the show

[SAINT SLEEP]
Start the show and lower all the curtains
Not concerned with cleaning up my fucking act
I'm making everybody frown just tell me I'm a burden once again
Even if we dead I know that vp got my back
I'm drying up the well of lyrics
And I got an album but I hope nobody hears it
Need some moisturizer or some vitamins and vicodins I'm taking Benadryl until I'm seeing spiders crawling up my forearm
Isn't it just funny how your lies are flimsy
And I drink until my guts they look like mincemeat

-AWESOME TECHNO BREAKDOWN YEAAAAA!!!-

[SAINT SLEEP]
Hazmat suit gore tex
Gas mask chrome hearts only stop to fucking flex
Know the world is ending but I'll only help myself
I'm not selfish imma let you have a small percentage of my future wealth
Don't know why you act like you wouldn't do the same
I don't care about our morals let them drive us all insane

Paradise of Dirt

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Saint Sleep & Venting Palace - Paradise Of Dirt

i still cant trust myself
i hate yu

i cant believe i put my faith in yu

gotta kill me
i cant fucking breathe

i cant believe i put my faith in yu
i cant believe i trusted yu

i cant believe i put my faith in yu
i cant believe i put my faith in yu

i hate yu
believe me that i really do
yu say yu hate me i really fucking hope yu do

fuck yu bitch i hate yu

i trusted yu.

TRUST NO ONE. [PROD. SWIFTFOX]

"SLUDGE / KYOCHO"

produced by @zyrom
mixed by @zyrom & @the0000
master by @zyrom
art by @the0000

lyrics:

No backup files in the core
No handles up on the doors
No more details in the lore
No feelings left to restore x2

You came back asking for more
You were crawling on the floor
I can’t bear it anymore
Pills brought me back to the shore

This world is bloody and gore
Blew my brain so I can soar
Forgetting things I adore
My consciousness, feeling sore

No backup files in the core
No handles up on the doors
No more details in the lore
No feelings left to restore

///(•_• )///

I was never aware about your loneliness 
It was sticking to your body like an illness
And I never realized that you were dying
Always believed in ur words and you were lying

Years were passing by and you’ve become a wreck
Always on the brink of putting a knife to ur neck
Looking like a ghost: makeup faded by the tears
Numb to your own screams: bleeding from the ears

Everyone has left you were laying in the dirt
You never relied on me to tell me you were hurt
You lost your voice it got stuck inside your head 
Locked inside your body, imprisoned in your bed

And I received a call, your heart had stopped beating
For a minute I realized that I had stopped breathing
When I came up to your place I turned pale
Your body was already under white veils

No backup files in the core
No handles up on the doors
No more details in the lore
No feelings left to restore x2

sludge / kyocho [prod. zyrom]

Caged in, I'm throwin' combos manna from the octagon gods
Pixelated canvas, knees and elbows leave them in shards
Explosive entries, digital assassins movin' precise
EA craftin' gamers, lay the punches cold as ice

Swipe left, uppercut, they fall faster than a glitch
Grapplin' mechanics, drag 'em under like a snitch
Spinnin' kick, Joe Rogan screamin' "That's a wrap!"
5 rounds war, no respawns, just the clap

Feels real, but I'm starin' at a screen
Knuckle clashes, livin' in a gamer's dream
Bytes and codes, rear naked chokehold
UFC 5, breakin' the mold
UFC 5, breakin' the mold

Million-dollar reactions, fighter stats, they dancin'
Polygonal perfection, every move enchantin'
EA's ring, where legends place their bets
From grapplin' to strikin', no regrets
No regrets.

Pack the DLC, unlockin' brawler fate
Blood, sweat, pixels mixed, automate the great
Digital lacerations, TKOs mandate
EA’s in the mix, champions they create

Feels real, but I'm starin' at a screen
Knuckle clashes, livin' in a gamer's dream
Bytes and codes, rear naked chokehold
UFC 5, breakin' the mold
UFC 5, breakin' the mold

Pack the DLC, unlockin' brawler fate
Blood, sweat, pixels mixed, automate the great
Digital lacerations, TKOs mandate
EA’s in the mix, champions they create

Feels real, but I'm starin' at a screen
Knuckle clashes, livin' in a gamer's dream
Bytes and codes, rear naked chokehold
UFC 5, breakin' the mold
No regrets.
UFC 5, breakin' the mold

But I'm starin' at a screen
Knuckle clashes, livin' in a gamer's dream
Bytes and codes, rear naked chokehold
UFC 5, breakin' the mold

Comedy X - Breaking The Mold

VYX BLV$ x Lil ALIEXPRESS x Lil MuNe x LXLGX$HV - FVCK K9 [PROD PVK3T]

@lilnightvision
@distortionthe1

[VP]
Pull up with that clown mask
takes one to know one
I might just pop up in your driveway
and leave you sideways
sippin bloody mary
while your brain look like confetti
lettin' off fireworks but this aint no birthday party

[@lorddistortion]

Indy 500 I'm making you crash 
Rush out the corner like hitting a draft 
I want that cup so I'm getting it fast 
Your ripe for a lick it's as simple as that 

Melting his body back 
Mold on the digi screen 
You might catch a shot 
end up in the guillotine 
Vilified 
Bet that your sister is into me 
Clown on you 
Nah we ain't into no sympathy 
Its gross when it puncture his vertebrae 
Got him twisted round, looking like serpent paste 
Look at the course of our mission and current state 
Causing disparity 
 body get hit with that burner spray 
Wipe off that cutlery 
Catching the wind
Get a grip 
Of the fuckery
Semis and clips
My Ammo is communist distribute evenly 
way that we do things is everyones wish

STREAM/BUY

TARMAC FT. LORD DISTORTION [PROD. LIL NIGHT VISION]

PETROCAN

ROAD RAGE FT. PAPA SLEEP

COLD OPEN

PARASITE

spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/3WpQ2h5XzXMmFVIqpxCMhT
prod: @enemy000
vocals: @hxstile

LYRICS:

pop a codiene in my drink
wash the xannies down with it
smoke a blunt, dont give a shit
i dont want to see your bitch

prescription pills up my throat
using drugs since i was young
trying cope with my problems
probably gonna kill myself 


i cant feel myself
i cant feel myself
i cant feel myself
i cant feel myself
bitch i hate myself
bitch i hate myself
bitch i hate myself
bitch i hate myself

got a 10k on my wrist
got 10 bitches on my neck
got a sawedoff on my left
boutta blow my fucking head 2x


pop a codiene in my drink
wash the xannies down with it
smoke a blunt, dont give a shit
i dont want to see your bitch

prescription pills up my throat
using drugs since i was young
trying cope with my problems
probably gonna killmyself

WITHDRAWALS (PROD.  @ENEMY000) (spotify in desc)

𝙺𝚈𝙾𝙺𝙸 𝚇 𝙶𝚇𝚃𝙷 - 𝙶𝙾 𝙰𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝚁𝚄𝙽 𝙸 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙰 𝙼𝙾𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙶𝙴𝚃 (𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙳. 𝙲𝚁𝙲𝙻)

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@mercenariescollective
@mfnf

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