second single off Sometimes I Can't Handle The Cold. Mixed by @gothmessiah
appearing on the forthcoming "sometimes, i can't handle the cold", mixed by the lovely @gothmessiah, out 10/2019. let your soul fly, and your peace may be known paix fam~
ramona (@gothmessiah) and i are going to do big things together. this is a small preview. this is also, by technicality, a product of @ahegaosquad. titty life. cover image originally by www.instagram.com/vrtualg/
this one been in the works for a while so im excited to share. all love to @randombrownkid and everything he's done for me & the guys in Ahegao Squad <3 Also, moth meme revival 2k19 [sphyrics] im darn frickin lost again a moth again floating absent-mindedly toward the brightened lights again soothing are the movements that im makin trynna reach the end but none had thought informin me id do it sans a lotta friends could possibly be crucial, just trynna get to fuchsia as i pedal harder, grip my heart and hit safari you ever seen owari? i dont mean no seraph, this is just a frickin story so welcome to the club you'll never have to worry try to speak to loved ones, words from thought I can't pull nothings as it should be, scared to break the cycle lost inside this hell again, wish i could bring back michael frayed hair and broken teeth, trynna find what's underneath im the pale moonlight dancer im trynna be direct but this the only way the words come discord is open, my fingers on the keyboard treat this like a telegram - i miss you, stop. my god i'm so confused i don't know what to do lsd and dmt they bring about the hues but it's just for 48 but then they fade away then its back to etizolam and my eighty shades of gray and i'm rollin' with the dogs now, just trynna pay my debts im all alone a single wing, no one to fly with found another single wing but fate's bell would toll we'd crumble by the hands of another lost soul the light that i had found cast asunder, to hell but wait a moment,cease the plunder maybe theres still hope these rings upon our digits are a sign that we were whole the thought that what we'd built and shared could possibly be culled so i fight to help yo cope with the empty space inside so many nights ive cried out to father screaming why but even after i have died youll never them say that i didn't even try
done for a collective tape but couldnt turn it into what i had imagined. still like that i sorta made it work, even if its chaotic as shit
it's been a long time coming @standingwolf and i made this beat together. well, I played guitar and he turned it pretty. then i decided to do some talk-talking. wolf is a fucking incredible friend and producer. he deserves all of the love. this is a brief exploration of the trials ive faced over the past 5~ months. i hope you enjoy it. [spiritual spherical lyrical miracle] been feelin just like ive been affixed to foreign ceilings another pilfered soul the rigmarole heathen heart has fallen dark like a cup of black coffee somehow, im keepin peace of mind to feel lofty bein near my peers feels like a present danger the manger beneath which my current curse was birthed is ablaze and im scramblin to cover it with earth lines are feelin blurred awakening in hazes shave with occam's razor 'fore i navigate the mazes i wonder, did the play me? was all of this a test? a foul ball upon my back came out of field left fluttering and fickle, the fiddle player fumbles, find me as i stumble through the streets and start to stutter that umami lookin balmy certain liquid flavors i been usin as a buffer sufferin' anxiety, I wonder where my smile be piling emotions high the habits broken over time have steady broke my whole hunger's setting in, even though I feel full i can't help but sit and wonder will I ever pull? honestly I shouldn't worry, fury for passion no more feelin like im lashin out or crashin the pseudo soliloquist, his holy prince passive let my soul fly so ill finally feel massive nix the idle hands, quit feelin' like molasses still i'm staring at the wall amazed by time's passage my blankie is my safety bear & ted my homestead oft i feel dead but as of late i feel sated
this is where the real battle begins
couldnt sleep last night so i went for a quickie bop.
why can't you save anybody?
smashing objects together is destruction. smashing feelings together is life.