INDICTED FT. LORD DISTORTION (PROD. SAURXN)

BACK 2 BUSINESS FT. BLACKWILL & PYRXCRIED (PROD. $NOW & BERTO)

Let me die faster, nothing really matters, heart been on a platter, my life been disaster, cranium shattered, my brain matter scattered, fuck what comes after, stab me with my back turned
Tryna recall happiness or how it shouldve felt
and it doesn’t ring a bell
Ive been feeling this way back before 2012
I hope you find some peace yourself
I’ve been tryna find the piece that’s gone send me to hell
From this life I finally bail I guess, I guess I won’t live to tell
I meant, I meant can you put me on the shelf? 
Do you think that I could be helped? The only thing that holds my head high is the belt
Hows the motherfucking room smell? After a few weeks of Missing all they think what can we sell? Whats his email? I need every single detail, let me take what’s valuable, you know that he won’t be here 
Start to see clear, but only on my death bed can I say Ive seen fear and not from me dear
Got you Shocked you seen my body its like headlights to deer
I’ve been waiting my whole life and now it’s time the ends near
Dont shed me fake tears, over my body dont copy, prolly forget about me its mere, please let me disappear

Remembrance of the Ghost Boy

prod zyller
mixed aragoth.die
cover aragoth.die

lyrics:
I think I’m about to join the 27 club 
Hang myself and let me be 
No angels from above 
I fulfilled my destiny 
Now look what I’ve become 
Demons got a hold of me 
I don’t know how to love 
all black just like a crow 
Cut the head right off the dove 
Imma shoot at everyone 
If push turns into shove 
Fuck the justice system 
Got my middle fingers up 
Put the pistol to his head 
Now he’s playing fucking dumb
Send me on a mission 
If he snitching get it done 
And I got that razor blade 
It’s tucked under my tongue 
looking at me crazy 
Mutha fucka better run 
way too damn insane 
Mane I do this just for fun 
press the fucking issue 
I don’t care where y’all are from 
frontal lobe is damaged 
So my brain is always numb 
Only time it’s working 
When I’m lighting up a blunt 
Home invasion with the homies 
Get the back I got the front 
see it in your eyes 
You’re a mutha fuckin punk 
On block ready loaded 
Im about to pop the trunk 
Come get it pussy bitch
Lemme know if you want sum
And thedevil took my soul from me 
Because I am his son 
he won’t give it back 
Until the carnage has begun 
Loading up the hollow tips
Got fifty in the drum
Smoking all the dead opps 
Like some mutha fuckin runtz
way I’m smoking dope 
Imma need to cleanse my lungs 
charge you for the feature 
Bitch I’m gonna need the funds 
All about the money 
I don’t fuck with any bums 
up right now and feasting 
I ain’t leaving any crumbs 
Knew I was gon make it 
Cuz I always been the one 
Choppa got a fuckin kick 
and these bullets pack a punch 
Chase em down and stab em up 
Bitch Imma leave em slumped 
Rack the fucking shotty 
Mane I’m bring out the pump 
Put the gage right to his head 
Throw the body in my trunk

27 CLUB

Hush, hush, please stay hush
You never make good money in a rush
Keep it to yourself maybe keep it offline
Or they'll keep you in a cell doing time
Better learn to tell a lie real quick
Remember which lie goes to which hoe you talking with
Squeeze the profit past the picket line
Switching sides, never meant to make up your mind

Maybe
Hush hush hush
Hush hush hush
Maybe
Hush hush hush
Hush
Maybe keep it to yourself?
Maybe keep it to yourself?
Maybe
Hush hush hush
Hush hush hush
Hush hush hush
Hush
Maybe keep it to yourself?
Maybe keep it to yourself?

I'm the first to call it like it is
Taste the cinder block make a jaw jump-skip
You jump ship I'm talking mutiny
Heresy, say it like I need some currency
Incoherent type of stance
What you mean you didn't ask for money in advance?
We talking fuck ups by the kilo
Is it 'bout the opps or is it just about your ego?
You talking petty to the plug
Better walk it back or go get walked up out the club
You saying something real vapid
I'm happy for you honey or I'm sorry that it happened
And it's not all about the mask
I'm a skinwalker with the way I can detach
I peep my future through a keyhole
Scheming on a repo sippin' down a cappuccino

Maybe
Hush hush hush
Hush hush hush
Hush hush hush
Hush
Maybe keep it to yourself?
Maybe keep it to yourself?
Maybe

Hush hush hush
Hush
Hush
Maybe keep it to yourself
Maybe keep it to yourself?
Maybe

I'm the type to break my own rules
Sick fool, reaching altitudes that make em drool
I'm talking cool it with the lingo
You moving like a Russian politician by a window
You stepping into something deep
Jumping to conclusions, shoulda never took the leap
Now you a body in the street
All because you're probably unable to think while on your feet
With the cheats the way my trainers sleek
Never miss a beat, I'm a freak, way I speak never miss a chance to eat
This ain't hush money honey, this a purchase of your silence
Hush money comes along with implicated violence

And I don't wanna pay you for your cut
I ain't fucking with you nah I can't get it up
I'ma shut 'em up and tell 'em how you really got the role
This ain't hush money honey, this is how I buy your soul..

This Isn't Hush Money Honey This is An Investment

Call it pussy, call it money, call it power, call it fame
They just call it what they wanna call it, motherfucking game
Colonizing all the opps, stopping just to fill the tank
You don't gotta run for office if you run a couple banks
Make the profit, sell the product, civil forfeiture the plug
Start a war and get religious, fill a villager with slugs
What the people want? Make 'em pay for water, doesn't matter
I can tell this shit a joke but don't hear nobody laughing
Like a greedy pastor scooping up the money from his chapter
We should send 'em all to heaven in the motherfucking rapture
It's not genocide if we decide to do it, it was us
And if the other motherfuckers did it first then what the fuck?
Run 'em down and knock 'em over like we gentrifying shit
Grab a brick and pay a visit to a politician's crib
We already tried the hippie shit, peace is not an option
Take a couple millionaires to ride an Argentinian chopper

I got sick thoughts, I don't know why everybody lip-locked
Why the fuck you licking boots and hopping on they dicks for?
Sick thoughts, I just hear the timer, it go tick-tock
I don't wanna say some shit that'll send me to big lock
Sick thoughts, climb up on the roof and make his ear pop
Walking through marinas, setting fire to the big yachts
Sick thoughts, take all of your data, make a billion
How you gonna let an algorithm raise the children?

They say nobody wanna work, I say nobody wanna pay
Tax suggestions for the master, tax evasion for the slave
You got rent cartels just running up your bills and getting paid
Pocket-dipping politicians beg for dollars, screaming change
It's a boost for the economy to bomb them every day
CIA was moving coke, what you think they move today?
Fentanyl and Nitazene and something stronger on the way
When there's profit to be made show up chanting USA
Couple million-dollar rockets on some farmers in a cave
Everybody's saved! By the way we probably here to stay
Pave a golf course, have a couple cheeky handshakes
And they got a new president with democratic traits
Navigating's always easier if you can build the maze
Back in '89 is when they put the credit score in place
And you wonder why the boomers still got money in the bank?
If you make the rules you know exactly which of them to break

I got sick thoughts, I don't know why everybody lip-locked
Why the fuck you licking boots and hopping on they dicks for?
Sick thoughts, I just hear the timer, it go tick-tock
I don't wanna say some shit that'll send me to big lock
Sick thoughts, climb up on the roof and make his ear pop
Walking through marinas, setting fire to the big yachts
Sick thoughts, take all of your data, make a billion
How you gonna let an algorithm raise the children?

Sick Thoughts

I'm too young to be this jaded
I'm too old to be this mess
Make mistakes and get frustrated
I'm too young to be this mess

I walk around real dry like a cigarette
Cuz all my favorite drugs ain't illegal yet
I can hear my brain leaking out the side of my head
But I'm too busy arguing with silhouettes
I read a couple old books on psychology
So I could learn to hate myself professionally
Staying up until all night, just to make some friends
But when I fell asleep they disappeared again

Spent all of my money on adrenochrome
You can gangstalk me, I don't wanna be alone
Would you like to buy my adrenochrome?
Missed the last train, ain't coming home

Well I lost my passport at the liquor store
And I spent all my savings on a fucking whore
I've got a couple aliases on telegram
Got banned for posting memes about the Taliban
Now I'm sleeping in the back of a Ford escort
And I went and wrote my will on a traffic cone
Got a head full of a lies and a mountain of debt
When you call my phone, hear the line disconnect

Spent all of my money on adrenochrome
You can gangstalk me, I don't wanna be alone
Would you like to buy my adrenochrome?
Missed the last train, ain't coming home

I'm too young to be this jaded
I'm too old to be this mess
Make mistakes and get frustrated
I'm too young to be this mess
You can gangstalk me, I don't wanna be alone
Would you like to buy my adrenochrome?
Missed the last train, ain't coming home,

Adrenochrome

My teeth paint a gritty picture
Can you tell I'm a carnivore?
Bite marks and a couple of bruises
Covered up so many times before
My corpse wears the perfect outfit
The open casket makes me look so clean
The choir humming some off key scripture
A requiem in Kerosene

If you dig me up?
What will my teeth say?
When all my flesh decays
And I just rot away
If you dig me up
What will my bones say?
When all my flesh decays
And I just rot away
If you dig me up
What will my teeth say?
When all my flesh decays
And I just rot away
If you dig me up
What will my bones say?
When all my flesh decays
And I just rot away

Your voice just a distant memory
And one of those I wish I'd forget
And I wish you had more time for me
Before my sun went and set
I'm feeling voided like a worn out coupon
A body broken and bled
And when I'm gone I hope you think of me fondly
Without your hate and regret

If you dig me up?
What will my teeth say?
When all my flesh decays
And I just rot away
If you dig me up
What will my bones say?
When all my flesh decays
And I just rot away
If you dig me up
What will my teeth say?
When all my flesh decays
And I just rot away
If you dig me up
What will my bones say?
When all my flesh decays
And I just rot away...

Dig Me Up

KMT KI Media 2025 (05.09.2025)
Album Nr. 152 "What Have I Done? by KMT" - Style: Electro, Rock, Industrial, Techno | Tracks: 30 (ai generated)
Lyric: English

Theme: This album reflects my world. "What Have I Done?" is a dark journey through self-sacrifice and loneliness. The album explores the darker aspects of the "Knight Syndrome," where constant devotion to others leads to isolation and bitterness. Synthetic sounds meet industrial harshness, setting to music the conflict between idealized selflessness and painful reality.

Track 01: Shattered Mirror
industrial rock, alternative metal

Track 03: Empty Hands
synthwave, EBM

Track 05: Masquerade
darkwave, gothic rock

Track 07: Shadowlands
industrial ambient, drone

Track 09: Silent Screams
synthwave, retrowave

Track 11: Puppet on a String
industrial, experimental

Track 13: Ice Flowers
darkwave, neoclassical

Track 15: Alien
industrial techno, dark ambient

Track 17: Sea of Mist
synthwave, dreamwave

Track 19: Shield
industrial rock, alternative

Track 21: Ghost Town
darkwave, post-punk

Track 23: Heart Machine
industrial, glitch

Track 25: Maze
synthwave, progressive electronic

Track 27: Code of Silence
industrial ambient, noise

Track 29: Tears of Steel
darkwave, metal, gothic

If you would like to use my music commercially, please contact me. No financial income may be generated from my music without my permission. My music is free for private and commercial use. However, I would appreciate it if you would credit me (Kurt Michael Treichl) as the author. Please also mention that this is AI music.

Thank you for your time. Enjoy your journey through my artificially created musical paradise.

© Album cover and music were created by Kurt Michael Treichl using AI support.

Best regards,
Kurt Michael Treichl (KMT KI Media | AI Music Austria) - Austria / Salzburg

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19 Shield v1

spitcup W/ NIKKO

You wont be saved, Allah
Bow down and pray, gun up
Right at your face, put in your place, an early grave sucka
Ill make yo brain stutter
Fuck yo faith, suffer
You waste of space, for your own sake please pass away fucka
Ill cut your breaks fuckboy
Cant read my face annoyed
Its the Ouija undefeated on the beat, avoid
Pushing me fuckboy new string of teeth, new toy
The way ill have you, rip and stab you, make you hate the lord 
Put my head in the Guillotine, aint nobody can get to me
I stay deep where the sinners be, aint nobody down under me
At the bottom where Satan sleep, got this bottle right next to me, I lobotomize enemies in my mental so many scream mercy doesn’t exist in me
Missing clique gon have yo lady in the back of a Mercedes
Had that bitch screaming she love me, left with two shots in her belly
One was nut and one was shelly, left a gun next to her heady
If you see it and you ready, bite the bullet, hold it steady
Pull the trigger, you might as well go with her, live life like a quitter, you seem bitter, steal yo liver, new black market organ vendor, Im a sinner, Im like worse than Hitler, got yo body look like twister, big red beam it look like Clifford, hit a lick just like a lizard

Dig Me Up

BRUXISM