DIGITAL POLLUTION

Love you all🪉

Written & Produced by: Van Lawson
Mixed by: Daftsins & Van Lawson
Mastered by: Daftsins

IG: @lovefromlawson & @daftsins

LYRICS:

That boy T said it nice
I’m Mr. Lonely for life
I use the mic to feel right
These words my friend for tonight 
Can’t see no love in my sight
It’s always dark when I right
They ask how you feel tonight
And I just say I’m aight
And every time it’s a lie
The bags circle my eyes
They may be wide but not bright
Cuz I ain’t feeling aight

I just want someone to tend
Got so much love I can spend
Your company you can lend
For one night let’s pretend
(Fuck am I talking about?)
Putting myself up for rent
This typa shit I condemn
I just ain’t feeing aight
What kinda man am I am?
I should cancel the plans
And put the pen in my hand
Just talk it out, make a plan
This void I cannot defend
It’s fucked my attention span
I guess this music will mend
Until the song ends.

Tell me when it’s all gonna change
I’d love it that way 
Tell me if it all washed away
Would I be okay?
Would I be okay? Yeah?
Would I be okay?
Would be okay? Yeah?

Tell me when it’s all gonna change…

i, Alone

Back again blacked out I pop out what’s happening? 
Shout out to Missing no tapping in
Exclusive, elusive, you losing but choosing continuing self inflict bruising
I prophesize incoming ending, please weep for your majesty, agnostic shooters they blasphemy
Question behaviors and who has been favored I think I was cursed with this apathy
Found myself a new low
What the fuck you motherfuckers thinking that you know?
Nothing i don’t hoe
Killing by the milly, population control hoe
Bagging like I’m Frodo
Cholo with the pogo, don’t get shot up like a photo
Cause Im colder than the froyo and you chicken like el polo, can’t fuck with you putos, yall culo
You still sucking your thumb, alien gun need no drum
Alien blood in my veins its the Ouija that doesn’t belong
Scream cuz she ride on my um, xanax I mix it with rum
Shawty is thick fuck a snickers, they thinking like where is she from? Dont fuck with you bums
Shining like I’m Megaman, I bear this pain
Bear in mind I’m homicidal, make levitate
Right hand rests on top the bible, Im lying straight face
Faced enough of blunts Ive smoked my whole body weight
You might see me at the tip top, where you is not
Most you motherfuckers had one song that blew on Tik Tok
That’s where it stops, your hits flip flop
Heavy grinding, need no diamonds, need a motherfucking headshot, guess I best not
These idiots the issue
If you think you’re safe, you ain’t, just let me get utensils
Simians with missiles wearing human tissue
Chalk around the bodies turning corpses into stencils, Im mental

Population Control Pt. 2

Stream: https://vyd.co/NikkoManson 
prod. Michael Link
Lyrics:

All I gotta do is walk in, I’m mad handsome 
You could get rocked! 
Marilyn Manson yeah 
Clutching on my Glock - why the all dancing 
Don’t wan’ get ripped apart
Charles Manson

Let’s get it dirty in these streets 
I don’t get my hands bloody 
Cuddy do it all for me 
Master manipulator, I sold water to the sea
And reading glasses to the blind (eye)
I don’t force them to do it I just put it in they minds 
That’s why I sit up on this seat 
Kick my feet up on this throne 
Bro… how the fuck am I supposed to stack up all these bones if I don’t run into they homes 
Yuh, i know where you live! 
Who the fuck said what? 
And who do I need dig a ditch? 
Put smoke into the sky 
Leak gas into your crib 
Nah, matter fact … mask off I want em know who doin it 
On full attack 
They running back and I will still be shootin 
A sociopath ion feel nothing for yeah 
And I can see your path already boy 
You ain’t going nowhere 
I fucking love when they look hopeless 
I’ll kill you broad day in the open 
Open you wound and put the salt in 
I really wish that I was jokin 
Open my mouth and put a soap in it yuh
They wanting clout 
I’m wanting skulls pushed back 
Baby girl I ain’t fuckin if you ain’t got no class
Cause I’m elegant with it 
Dick like an elephant trunk and I’ll put it onto you bitches
Even my pen got a switch it could 
Reconstruct you or fuck you up 
But honestly wouldn’t do that cause I don’t give no fucks about you 
And if I did it would be over cause…

All I gotta do is walk in, I’m mad handsome 
You could get rocked! 
Marilyn Manson yeah 
Clutching on my Glock - why the all dancing 
Don’t wan’ get ripped apart
Charles Manson

(Pranav.wav)
Walkin like a gangsta imma walk up on yo block and say hello
If he talkin crazy when Im waving he gon have to go
And he really shakin you been fakin everything you own
You a nothing but a motha fucka that gon end up gone

Jump up out the whip I gotta go I got the piece and feelin low
If he talkin smack I find the hoe and let the 50 go
Spin the block like Im the principal i sent the bummy home
Take his head off in a second and take one more to go ghost

You a goofy do not step to me, I’m a deity
Ain’t nobody see the best in me, In the reckoning
You a toothless who would smile at me, if you had the teeth
Actin foolish you got half a plate and no shoe at your feet
Ive been lost I’ve been smoking lots, fell in love with nonsense
God I don’t see no god ain’t nobody watching
Frost on my finger lock leave that nigga frozen
Grasp on the brink of life can get grasp the concept

Cannot feel a feeling all im FeeLing is your finicking 
I don’t got a problem you the problem I am amazing
I’ve been feeling solemn in my sorrow it’s a fading ring
I don’t need to rest I need the rest of time to feel a thing

All I gotta do is walk in, I’m mad handsome 
You could get rocked! 
Marilyn Manson yeah 
Clutching on my Glock - why the all dancing 
Don’t wan’ get ripped apart
Charles Manson

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MANSON (ft. pranav.wav)

Digital Pollution is the residue of years of work, the grind crystallized, the fragments that survived the purge. Tracks born, tracks erased, echoes of everything that didn’t stick. Sharp. Fractured. Persistent. Noise pressed into form. Something coherent, if coherence is a lie you choose to believe.

What emerged was never one album, but two gestating forms. One punk, raw and serrated, teeth bared to the sky; one rap, fluid, fractured, a pulse looping through circuits of thought.

The vision, unstable and electric, suddenly became for us the violent algebra of collision: two sonic organisms smashed together, fused, fractured, reborn. This is not a merger, not a compromise, it is experiment, collision, entropy harnessed, a cross-species mutation of noise and rhythm. Punk bleeds into rap, rap gnaws at punk, everything oscillating, folding, snapping back on itself, a feedback loop of aggression, cadence, and pulse. The album is the experiment made manifest, a collision zone you inhabit, ride, survive.

The end result? It’s a Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater soundtrack compressed into one album. Energy ricochets, corners clipped, rails smashed, crashes into walls of sound, collisions of adrenaline and distortion. Unpredictable, alive, chaotic but curated, somehow. You ride it. It rides you.

The architecture is ritualistic. It begins in rap, erupts into rock, then spirals everywhere in between, oscillating, fracturing, bending, folding back on itself. Sub-songs sample one another, trap metal siphoning the pulse of hardcore punk, bending it, twisting it, rebirthing it. Punk collides with metal, hip-hop stretches beyond its limbs, everything bleeding into everything else. A spectrum, a feedback loop, a glitch in continuity that refuses to settle.

Digital Pollution comes straight from the crippled mind of Bruxism, who shapes the lyrics, sculpts the production, orchestrates the chaos of everything else, and SK3RED, whose crushing guitar riffs and ferocious bass lines carve structure from noise, pulse through distortion, and give the chaos a spine. The music surges and fractures, bending punk aggression into new forms, threading a needle of raw voltage through the sonic whirlwind.

Bruxism’s lyrics gnaw at decay, map the brain rot, and fold political unease into rhythm and rhyme, guiding the listener through the hollow, recycled landscapes of the digital wasteland. The distorted rhythms combined with the high speed vocals coforges a feedback loop of sound and thought, chaos and structure, pulse and decay, an organism that is only one thing. Digital Pollution.

Digital Pollution swims through the cesspool. It's not afraid to get dirty. Observe the ever present culture-war through the hollow, recycled landscape of the Internet. Every post, every meme, every echo of thought devoured and reborn hollow. Beneath it, unrest simmers. not a rallying cry, but a reflection of systems crumbling while you scroll, the undertones pulsing between nihilism and faint resistance. The decay is tangible. You ride it. You feel it. But now, as you listen to what we have created, you will come to understand.

Digital Pollution exists online now. Noise, clarity, fragments, collisions, pulses, loops. Immerse. Let it grind. Let it linger. Let it gnaw at the edges of your mind. 
credits
releases September 30, 2025

Digital Pollution (Intro)

Hanging out the window screaming 666,
Shit I'm doing got me 86'd itch itch itch,
Lick the dirt up off a brick, and make a dish dish dish,
Walk a mile but I only move an inch inch inch,
He was talking sorta normal then he switch switch switched up,
Covered in makeup,
'Cuz you got new bruises every time that you wake up,
The fuck is he talking about? You think we should say something?

Feeling like I'm playing fast and loosely with the truth,
Always showing up with nothing always leaving with the loot,
My regressive algorithmic model training how to lose,
Every iteration further from a total static view,

So confused, let me sit you down and share my views,
I'm opposed to making sense and I spread fake news,

In every argument we have I'll disagree with you,
And if you piss me off, I'mma spread a rumor about you,

So put a smile on, keep it strong, treat me like a cop on a ride along,
Do no wrong, sing the song dummy keep the blinders on,
Stand on the train tracks, or jump in the road,
'Cuz it'd be quicker than if I'm gonna have come for your throat,

It's such a thing to behold, uphold, an oath so devote,
To never saying what I mean and only speaking in code,

I'm certified as a demon, got a diploma from hell,
And now they sent me up here with some opinions to sell,

So I'll just market it well, slap a few words on the track,
And make enough to pay the ferryman to row my way back,
It's better than the hard liquor and the panic attacks,
Cuz all these Death Cult aesthetics are not congruent with facts no more...

If Our World Ends Tonight, Tell Them I Was Dressed For It

We can talk about it or just get a little crunk
Bet she really like to twerk to caricoca funk
You so silly make em dizzy like Sicilian drunks
She likes fifty cent, I feel like a million bucks
Wait, what why?

Where and how and who again, reptilian
Hooligan, running up her leg like this is Gulliver's
Gullible, floated right up straight into the ceiling yeah yeah
Gave her something that can make her talk to demons
Yeah yeah

Towel dipped in water I'm invisible
Wet red flesh marks got physical
Fuck me, it's about to get biblical
Let her die slow cuz she kinda beautiful
Towel dipped in water I'm invisible
Wet red flesh marks got physical
Fuck me, it's about to get biblical
Chop chop (spit sound) that's my ritual

She make a nap turn into a little kidnap
Senator, I'ma send him something gift wrapped
Centerfold hoe, see the whole picture
If you bink you might never even miss her
She made a nap turn into a little kidnap
Senator, I'ma send him something gift wrapped
Centerfold, front page edition
She went out to dance, now she just a picture

What's that? Who's been knocking on the window?
Hear the hailstones play to my crescendo
Can you please try to keep up with the tempo
Her body a temple I worship the devil

Who's that? Who's been knocking on the window?
Hear the hailstones play me my crescendo
Can you please keep up with the tempo?
Kept a little bit of her as a memento

We can talk about it or just get a little drunk
Look away for just a second and she end up in a trunk
If the glove don't fit they'll acquit me on the spot
You think someone who would do this is afraid to get caught?
Wait what why?
Tried the call the numbers back all fake
Couple bags fertilizer make em all quake
Whole lobby blown apart left em all saint's
Daddy's in a body bag left em red paint

She made a nap turn into a little kidnap
Senator, I'ma send him something gift wrapped
Centerfold hoe, see the whole picture
If you blink you might never even miss her
She make a nap turn into a little kidnap
Senator, I'ma send him something gift wrapped
Centerfold, front page edition
She went out to dance, now she just a picture

Up all night I feel like Tyler Durden
Preaching to the mirror giving sermons
I am Jack's last sip of bourbon
The personality of half a person
Bitch
Bitch I feel like Tyler Durden
Bitch I feel like Tyler Durden bitch

Nodding out in traffic on my way to catch a felony
I don't vibe with no one but I'm heavy with the chemistry
Nothing but an entity steady collecting enemies
I'm magic with the shots like the guy who dropped Kennedy

Bitch I feel like Captain Ahab
Chasing white so the demons in me stay bad

You been a fan I been a fiend
Might just take the whole production when I come 'n seize the means
Nothing what it seems
Parasitic energy
I could take your legacy
Move without integrity dismantling identities
And when I get to hell I hope they see me a celebrity
Cuz all my friends are there and I don't mean that hypothetically
So go head and kill yourself and get a step ahead of me
Cuz you don't wanna live inside a world where I'm your enemy

Bitch I feel like Patrick Bateman
Fake a smile while I'm steady staying hating

I'm not the type to be impatient
I'm the type to sit and wait until the mark go on vacation
Left em feeling shaken
Every word I say is dripping with manipulation
String the sentences along until you feel the motivation, bitch

Time for Your Daily Nap Senator / Tyler Durden

Bullets flying through the side of my car
I hit the gas like it's nothing at all
I'm made of money but I don't make sense
I'm either balling or I can't pay rent
Six weeks clean but I'm not really sober
I can't wait, for this shit to be over
I wake up hungry for the flavor of blood
I pick the carcass clean just because

I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena

I'm not the plug but I know where he lives
I might forget but I never forgive
Not in the trenches but I might help you dig
And God forbid I'll ever to talk to the pigs
You say you're king of the jungle I just sit back and laugh
I'm not the first on the scene but I won't the last
Yeah You can do all the hunting, I'll just wait for the prey
Feast on the leftovers and live another day

I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena

Hyena

Feeling like I'm bout to crash out crash out, uh
Can I come over and stay at your house?
Feeling like I'm bout to crash out crash out, uh
Can I come over and stay at your house?

All these people
They don't like me anymore
Sometimes you gotta know when
Just to go and find the door
All these people, they don't like me anymore
Sometimes you gotta know when, just to go and find the door

Feeling like I'm bout to crash out crash out, uh
Can I come over and stay at your house?
Feeling like I'm bout to crash out crash out, uh
Can I come over and stay at your house?

All these people, they don't like me anymore
Sometimes you gotta know when, just to go and find the door
All these people, they don't like me anymore
Sometimes you gotta know when, just to go and find the door

I got blood all on my shirt
I got dirt all on my face
I got blood all on my shirt
I got dirt all on my face

Crash Out

Betcha started out on RuneScape, scamming children
Now you tryna make the big bucks, with the villains
Maybe grab a couple cheeky dumps, make a killing
You just wanna make that money flow the way that you been feeling
I know you hit on something flame, put it all through GtwoA
I seen all the chat logs, even what you shouldn't say
You thought you were really good at this, and you was really slick
Yapping on about your botnet, like you know your shit
And you really thought the school was never even gonna check?
You is so deep in the shit it's all up to your fucking neck
Disrespect, talking shit to chat, acting real bad
Till someone freaked you out, with that picture of your dad
Now the feds are coming over to redecorate the crib
Really should have a better reason than you really did
Maybe next time do a little googling the hit
And I'm sorry but that internet money ain't shit

Internet money
Internet money
Why'd you even go and talk about your internet money?
Internet money
Internet money
Don't you ever tell nobody 'bout that internet money
Internet money
Internet money
Why'd you even go and talk about your internet money?
Internet money
Internet money
Went caught yourself a case for that internet money

You might have to plead the Fifth, I can tell 'em
Watching numbers on the screen go, to the ceiling
Doesn't matter if they buying, you been selling
Just so you can flex a yacht that's the size of a favela

I seen all your LLCs, how you moving overseas
You got dirty money dripping from your neck to your feet
I know you got POAs, confidential NDAs
That don't make the smell of motherfucking bacon go away

Way you flexing on the 'Gram, you must think you ATF
Bet the IRS some paperwork to do when you get wet
Where's the next check from, who the victim make it out to?
Don't you know a prison cell isn't really soundproof?

Swat a SIM swapper just to see it on his face
No we don't respect the hustle, you is nothing but a stain
I got nothing but disdain for a script kiddie skid
He had money but he never left the crib, like a bitch

Internet money
Internet money
Why'd you even go and talk about your internet money?
Internet money
Internet money
Don't you ever tell nobody 'bout that internet money
Internet money
Internet money
Why'd you even go and talk about your internet money?
Internet money
Internet money
Went caught yourself a case for that internet money..

Internet Money

You say I'm evil yeah you say I'm the worst
Just cuz I might've had my hand in your purse
If you were hungry I know you'd do the same
Don't try to argue with me I'm not ashamed because

I believe in stealing
I believe in stealing
I believe in stealing
I believe in stealing

Its not that I don't wanna pay for my share
It's just that you won't ever notice or care
You say I should walk a mile in your shoes but
But then I wouldn't give them back to you because

I believe in stealing
I believe in stealing
I believe in stealing
I believe in stealing

I don't know why I feel the way I do
And I don't like it anymore than you!
You're telling me I can't just right click save?
You better hope your ass got 2FA because

I believe in stealing
I believe in stealing
I believe in stealing
I believe in stealing

I heard them say you wouldn't download a car
Well you could download a gun and jack one
You make the rules we make the most with the rest
So Imma take it every option I get because

I believe in stealing
I believe in stealing
I believe in stealing
I believe in stealing

I Believe In Stealing

I stole a line from your favorite track
I called it mine and I put it on wax
I got those
Bad vibes
The type that they dig
I'll scam my way to the top of the biz
Let me cook
Cook my spaghetti
I'm in the, parking lot
Caught me pissing on Chevys
I got the, wrong look
Pulling up in a rental
Self ordained
I'm the king of trap metal, alright!

All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King

Don't go outside I just stare at a screen
Thinking about some new shit I should scream
I got those
Black eyes, but it ain't from a fight
It's from the hard drugs I took all night
Yeah you right, I'm not unique
I'm just one of the pack
I got those, loose goosey vibes, ain't afraid to rat
Yeah I got, old debts that I won't ever settle
With every other fucking king of trap metal alright!

All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King

Why you seething like that?
Bitch I'm all math with the way I subtract
And I seen you on snap saying something real wack
Bout the way you underrated and your beats all slap
But that shit not facts you a wanna be X
What's next? maybe go and pull a Drake put a bullet in your chest
You a mess, so stressed, maybe you should take a rest
Instead of running round attempting every stupid side quest huh?

All Hail The King

She sent a text
Do you need help?
I said I know how to think for myself
Suit yourself, I ain't suiting up for free
I'm outside why where else would I be?
Cheap liquor
Cheaper thrills
Throwing up while on top of the world
What kinda script? bitch I'm tryna OD
Why is everybody looking at me?
Slippy fingers, we should shake hands
Now you don't got the time to understand
Lately I've been counting hours by the can
Lost my footing walking woozy with a slant, ugh

That really makes me wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth
God, I swear to god that really makes me wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth
You make me really wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth
God I swear to god, you really make me wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth

Not a freak but I'm known to freak out
And then forget what it was all about
When in doubt, do another line
In a couple seconds I'll be feeling fine
It's not a scam, it's a ripoff, either way I'm richer
Maybe consider tryna move a little quicker
You make me sick if you think you're any better
This is my United States of whatever
Very clever, now sober up and drive, drive
Check my pulse man I think I'm too alive, live
So deprived, that's why I feel so depraved
I forgot how yesterday turned to today?

That really makes me wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth
God, I swear to god that really makes me wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth
You make me really wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth
God I swear to god, you really make me wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth,

Grind My Teeth

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

Grabbing the swords for war, blood soaked floors
Of course, absorb horned headed demons from the ouija board
Hit Ouijaboy whats the reason for? This illusion disillusioned the solutions abhorrent
When it rains its pouring, plan your death employ it
Eat people thru Soylent, fuck living with these peasants, forewarned new poison
Black Magic Whorer Movie for my sick enjoyment
Got a clip appointment itching to deliver slivers size of a coin 
Whats that noise? Click, hotter than some porridge, horrid, all you fuckers annoying
Human life I strife with its pointless
I drop bombs, dont carry em
My thoughts delirium 
6 feet to bury him
Wood box to carry him
Rag wrapped like Syrian
Find the root, mycelium
Lose a tooth or cranium
Bitch im hard, vibranium
Boy you not, hilarious
Antichrist vicarious
Ouijaboy the scariest
Know you cant be serious
No you wont get near to this
Hear my flow? Meticulous
But Im still kinda new to this and no I dont do no tutoring bitch
Shoulda woulda coulda motherfucker but you won’t though
Innocent of innocence, and ina sense a villain hoe
The difference is insolence, you end up residential home
Horns up like an antelope, the New World Order scapegoat 
Float home, you dug yourself a hole
Arm and leg be the price to save yo soul
On the low, addicted to prescription bitch we know Im a scumbag I deserve death row 
Cogs missings, need a rewire, breathing retire, got my thoughts tripping, mental anguish, growing painless with my saw spinning, lowered on yo face, now yo jaw ripping awaken where the demons play
Weightless statements every word is baseless
Aimless swing the blade dont get to close you faceless
Brainless ass motherfucker, corpse nameless
Shameless, fucking with the ouija you courageous 
I taste the blood in my teeth if he dissing its sneak
Its straight fuck your beliefs, drop a tab underneath
Knee deep as I creep in the swamp and the creek
Sleep deep underneath set the haunted ones free
Im dishonest wont pass the gas off this chronic
Immodest my clique toxic the stick vomit
Missing mobbing we dominate bout everybody
A drugged up zombie with flesh rotting, the blood clotting
My shadow stretches to dark places it starts at hades
The hollow deadman with wretched stenches but can you blame me?
The cannabis just smells like piss I hit the lottery
My conglomerates shattering skulls, pottery
Reaching from their shackles, demons reaping tabernacles
From the darkness to your mind, evil creatures start to cackle
Creeping in the shadows you can find me on the gallows 
Leeching off the cattle feel no peace until I dabble

Solve et Coagula

Produced by @wasbeatz
Featuring @distortionthe1

[LYRICS]
(MUGXTSU)
Storms goes by, in the sky,
Reaching out the one I've lost.
Breathing in a life I could never live by the normal rules.
Shame on me, condemn me,
Regret is the thing I feel.
Just wanting to change my past is all I can thing about now.

SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOUR ONLY GOOD FOR COMPLAINS.
I'VE BEEN WATCHING YOU THE WHOLE TIME.
I DON'T FEEL A SINGLE OUNCE OF PITY.
SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU DON'T NEED NO FUCKING LUCK.

PARALYZED IN EVERYTHING IN LIFE.
VAPORIZING EVERY SINGLE TIME.

BOY YOU'RE WRONG, WTF IS TAKING YOU SO LONG.
YOU DON'T WANNA BE ALONE. BUT YOU SLOWLY DIGGING YOUR TOMB.
BOY YOU'RE WRONG, WTF IS TAKING YOU SO LONG.
YOU DON'T WANNA BE ALONE.

Storms goes by, in the sky,
Reaching out the one I've lost.
Breathing in a life I could never live by the normal rules.
Shame on me, condemn me,
Regret is the thing I feel.
Just wanting to change my past is all I can thing about now.

STORMS GOES BY, IN THE SKY,
REACHING OUT THE ONE I'VE LOST.
BREATHING IN A LIFE I COULD NEVER LIVE BY THE NORMAL RULES.
SHAME ON ME, CONDEMN ME,
REGRET IS THE THING I FEEL.
JUST WANTING TO CHANGE MY PAST IS ALL I CAN THING ABOUT NOW.

(LORD DISTORION)
You're a no one 
Loathsome 
Stick on me to blow some 
Sky is open dmt 
The fix to all his problems 

marble on the column 
Sniper with the long gun 
Make him drop a mile off the  radar like a problem 

Big stick, hit em and its gonna make his ribs twitch 
Instinct alien we gonna leave his wig split 
No life stop it you ain't doing right 
With this clique 
Tendrils back into the cave in like another  an instant 

Boy your wrong 
Shoving  bullets in your gob
We gonna run in with the iron  boys already cocked 

Dropping off the pack 
Your gonna meet the face of god
Pull that damage from the bag and put some damage on the lawn 

Solar object watch it Hoover
Rounds and rounds he dodge for cover 
Out of bounds he jumping for the door 
It make his body stutter

Take a number, execute the order 
On the daily suffer 
Pain and hunger that he never felt 
Until the day he entered

I Believe In Stealing

BRUXISM

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