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DIGITAL POLLUTION

W fr

OUTERWORLD 0:00AM 🪐  [PROD. AQUASOCKS]

I be all about that big business snorting coke in the bathroom at Dorsia's.

WITH: @HATEORYX
PROD: @JAMESGORCZYCA1
MIX: @HATEORYX
ART: @C3OF

LYRICS:
[HOOK]X2
Big Business
I be all about that big business
Big business
So much money need to fill ditches
Big business
Cleaning off these big dishes
Big business
I be all about that big business

[SAINT SLEEP]
Doing big business dancing like its grub hub
Raising profit margins while I'm getting back rubs
Trading stocks while I'm smoking PCP like its cruelty squad
Playing need for speed most wanted on the PSP
Couple thousand grand just to have a business meeting with me
Counting up these bills and they extra crispy
Paying for my Patreon whining asking when it's your turn
I be counting all your money just to burn

[BRIDGE]
Big Business
I be all about that big business
Big business
So much money need to fill ditches
Big business
Cleaning off these big dishes
Big business
I be all about that big business

[HOOK]X2
Big Business
I be all about that big business
Big business
So much money need to fill ditches
Big business
Cleaning off these big dishes
Big business
I be all about that big business

[ORYX]
Big business runnin up with big guns
Bitch you gonna see sun, chalk around his body
He cant see nun
Flee uh, stab his right eye, he cant see uh
He ha, I think its funny, psycho me huh?
All you pussies talk a lot
Over the net, disrespect my friends
Imma cut up your neck again,
None of you rappers are my friends
Unless you fuck with me, no clout chase
Shoutout to sleep and me

[HOOK]
Big Business
I be all about that big business
Big business
So much money need to fill ditches
Big business
Cleaning off these big dishes
Big business
I be all about that big business

Stream/Buy

Big Business ft. hateoryx [prod. james gorczyca]

PROD (CRCL)

LYRICS:

I’m a cannibal 
Been living under skin
time to tear it off 
Human life’s a fucking sin
Ima kill u all
My shell don’t wanna live
Inside the soul I crawl

I won’t forgive

No remorse fuck the corpse
Brains splatter on the floor

Look at me like “How he’s fallen”
I’ve been rising through the solid 

I don’t sink beneath the ground cuz
this world is upside down
Manipulation got you bound 
to this cage you’ll never find

You are a sheep to human kind 
you’re a dumb ass acting blind 
yeah I used to be the same way
I ate myself alive
cuz I refuse to be a part of the poison you choke down 
so I chose to give my heart to the creature I’ve become


I don’t need your praise I don’t need your love
Fuck the human race your pain is like a drug
Ima eat your face fucking filth u taste like dirt
In a catabolic state I am drooling for some blood

I will rise beneath the flesh metamorphosis
Wear my owner like a skin now he’s fucking dead
Ya
Letting me take over was a big mistake
I am here for your extinction there is no escape

AUTOPHAGY

They're Watching From The Corners [Prod. Sneaky]

Up 2 Më

Turban

CHAOS

so silly !*+ (zenjikozen)

Hotel Kalifornia

Alright

Happy When I Die

TURN IT UP

HTC! (SPED UP)

SHOULDER SHRUG! (FINNGOTIT)

Shadows Inside

Lost in the Grey

Evil

[HOOK: VAGUE]

I’ve been reminiscing ever since the other day
Just another fucken soul that’s been lost away
I’ve been trapped in the motion and It cannot fade
Tried to get a hold of it but lost the grip, it got away
I’ve been reminiscing ever since the other day
Just another fucken soul that’s been lost away
I’ve been trapped in the motion and It cannot fade
Tried to get a hold of it but lost the grip, it got away

[VAGUE]

I'm combinin and ignoring the visions
I never talk about the future
Cause I’m still in the picture
And that’s just how it goes
In a world of bad habits
And it’s weighin on my peace
Being raised by drug addicts
And It always seemin like it’s never endin
Gotta be more careful
Gotta to take control of your all spendin
The world is so fucked
It needed to much
To keep you independent
While the ones you love
Are defendants
It’s the cycle of life to feel the pressure
But what you doin
With your time to put in all the effort?
I’m really trying hard just to find the right measure
Find the balance in between, its for business or for pleasure
A lot of people always losin themselves
Instead of runnin the world
They stay sheepin themselves
And it’s quite sad, that you can’t get out of this hell
Don’t wanna be just another person trapped in a cell

[HOOK: VAGUE]

I’ve been reminiscing ever since the other day
Just another fucken soul that’s been lost away
I’ve been trapped in the motion and It cannot fade
Tried to get a hold of it but lost the grip, it got away
I’ve been reminiscing ever since the other day
Just another fucken soul that’s been lost away
I’ve been trapped in the motion and It cannot fade
Tried to get a hold of it but lost the grip, it got away

[T.R.I.P.]

I think i’m cursed riding round Vegas
In that hearse shooting up your body
Like a mothafuckin nurse 
Had to go berserk up on this track
Now watch 'em burn 
Training day with the devil
Putting these rappers in the dirt yuh
Slide with that heater on me
Talking to the dead 
Resurrected from the depths
I’m coming for your head
Shame on you pussy boys for talking out your neck
If you really want the smoke
I put it down for my set 
I got two whips, ones my bitch and ones my daily 
UAV Records is the label that be paying me 
Fuck a flex, my boys ain’t rockin any reps 
Mob with the squad, UAV until the death 
Every scene that i’m in
They be treating me like a grinch
Scared as fuck
When I pull up with them hallow tips
These rappers can’t compete with us
Please do not attempt
Snatch your fuckin soul
And take you down to the abyss, lil bitch

Bone Marrow

Bone Marrow [Prod. Roosevelt]

pequeñas cosas (prod. landfill/landstrike)

locusts (ft. JAMES GORCYZCA) (prod. JAMES G + CUBENSiS)

our heroes have died (ft. brahman) (prod. kalypso48k + top golfer)

silence (ft. SNIPZTEA) (prod. d0llywood1)

besides (prod. fanboy)

SAVIOR

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

Time for Your Daily Nap Senator / Tyler Durden

BRUXISM