Your songs gave an existential crisis,love it <3

This song eats and I want to make an animation of it. (I have no animation skills)

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will wood

SELF-iSH

2012 (Remastered)

Cotards Solution (Anatta, Dukkha, Anicca) (Remastered)

-iSH (Remastered)

Mr Capgras Encounters A Secondhand Vanity... (Remastered)

The Song With Five Names (Remastered)

Suburbia Overture Greetings / from Mary Bell Township! / (Vampire) Culture / Love Me, Normally

Suburbia Overture Greetings From Mary Bell Township! (Vampire) Culture Love Me, Normally

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2econd 2ight 2eer (that Was Fun, Goodbye.)

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Laplace’s Angel (Hurt People?  Hurt People!)

ASS TITS SCIENCE, THESE WERE THE INGREDIENTS FOR CHERNOBYL

BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA

NOTHING HERE IS MADE BY ME, EVERYTHING BELONGS TO WILL WOOD

The Moral Implications Of A Deterministic Universe Feat. The Onceler (Laplace's Angel 2024 Edit)

"Blue Velvet" Reboot Starring Tom Waits (Suburbia Overture 2024 Edit)

Chemical Overreaction/Compound Fracture by Will Wood and the Tapeworms, from Everything is a Lot.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKYiUcHyGIA

Nettles on my saddle and a badge on my vest, better bet I’ll never settle and I never could rest. 
Till the sunrise dies and sets in the west, a rattlesnake bite and a bullet in my chest. 
I won’t stop to drop to draw a line in the sand, ‘cause I’ll be picked apart to pieces by coyotes, I’m a lizard in the hand of the medicine man who is the wizard of the land on wild peyote. 
Woah. 
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m gaining traction. 
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m taking action. 
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, no more distractions. 
I’m done relaxing. I am a chemical reaction. 
Bienvenidos a la villa de arañas españas, where the sentimental value of the city around you is deleted obsolete and still completely will stun you, I’m tripping like a klutz and I’m rolling like thunder. 
I’m a snot nosed pothead playing with matches, a rotten spot of mold with my hands on a cactus. My mouth is dry and my eyes are red, I’m chewing on sand ‘cause the desert’s in my head. 
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m gaining traction. 
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m taking action. 
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, no more distractions. 
I’m done relaxing. I am a chemical reaction. 
Wretch and pule this panoramic, stretched out view is fat with panic. 
Precognition lacks in hindsight, we caught the illness back before the twilight. 
I might be a saint worth steeples, I might be the brain of evil. 
Bad things happen to good people, good things happen to me.


Chemical Overeaction/Compound Fracture

Independent experimental singer-songwriter and multimedia artist, currently fast asleep.

The Song With Five Names (Remastered)

Will Wood

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