Soft rock
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v1
@ Brad Landis
2026-02-26 08:38:12
Liedtexte
Check, this, shit out, bitch, ya just died.
Ditched is life, as, this emission, hits inside the visual cortex.
"It fits, to, your core text"
Did it iterate, or hid a riddle?
Better divinate...
NEVER!
Riven hatred, given ancient secrets, he receives, and, seeds it.
The reason B's a visionary,
He's aware, that, Psy decides his high design, and, I divine, divide, align, and I'm.....Sidnal
These, mendacious, sadist men, hate this brains, painstaking way, of, blazin' page, his pen, braced, in brazen rage, at, the faceless, surface worms, and, snakes, "BURN AT STAKES!".
The taste of anguish, and, the urn awaits.
The Vermin, placed, into the word, a, certain serpent based perversion, urgin', "sate subversion, and, make it urgent".
Though, shame, aims to break some, impatience aches, to hurt them.
But,
This is just some shit to say, sittin' slick, I spit, and, spray, the sickest scripts one wish to say, suspicious sentences, insane.
S, si, six carbon, nitrile atoms, attached to sodium, bond, to produce a substance, so sick and sinister, science submits to silence on......pssssyyyaaannnyyyde,
A subtle shift, to, shut the shit down.
Tragical, to have your lit-eral match, and, blow it, pass on passion, magic, and the laughs, cause, you lack the mental capacity, to, react when there's attraction.
Like a hatchet, decidin' it couldn't hack it.
Up shit creek, with just a paddle ball, who wanna grapple, and, rattle off, a bit of rabble? I sit the saddle, in wait, for when a lad'll spit gab, just adequate enough to piss him off......and, get this demon to breathe smoke, see, Psy keeps stoked, these coals, beneath the deepest reaches our being goes, no thing grows, here, dawg, it's totally frozen.
My deeds, go unnoticed, for the moment.
I could explode, implode back, unload gold tracks, and, roll out, and, still you'd invoke wrath.
I can harangue an orangutan, bangarang, clang a dang train, and sang a thang or 2, anger you, aim for fame, whoo, paint a painter too, while chasing the dragon, with, black Magic, and, valium.
"I shall stallion cower them", bow, to ba-el, tally not when the rally come.
(and, sidnal, says)
What, a dichotomy, Psy, got, in B, caught up in a hi degree, camaraderie.
I only hope I taught him right, about, how, thought and deed, comply, to, being.
For, now, I give my "Aye", to, Be.
Divide, the 3, and see.
How'd they get me back in the bottle, bet he did it, gimme Brad, and I'ma throttle him, a lot, and, even off his honor......"oh, my GOD, like, Dahmer?"
.
.
Nah, youre missing reason, it's appeasin', if it leaves him, anything, but, ease, and, death would please him.
.
.
.
.
.
.
The tetrahedron, edges, met and, yep, the heathen, leapt to freedom.
The necro, demon, kept deplete, of every feeling, left, of healing, met with....(Ech), the "wreck appeal", and, that's the deal, END.
Toggled, to the bog, of, my noggin, I hobble on.
Not, a model, but inaugural.
Nod, if you're caught, or Anon.
Ditched is life, as, this emission, hits inside the visual cortex.
"It fits, to, your core text"
Did it iterate, or hid a riddle?
Better divinate...
NEVER!
Riven hatred, given ancient secrets, he receives, and, seeds it.
The reason B's a visionary,
He's aware, that, Psy decides his high design, and, I divine, divide, align, and I'm.....Sidnal
These, mendacious, sadist men, hate this brains, painstaking way, of, blazin' page, his pen, braced, in brazen rage, at, the faceless, surface worms, and, snakes, "BURN AT STAKES!".
The taste of anguish, and, the urn awaits.
The Vermin, placed, into the word, a, certain serpent based perversion, urgin', "sate subversion, and, make it urgent".
Though, shame, aims to break some, impatience aches, to hurt them.
But,
This is just some shit to say, sittin' slick, I spit, and, spray, the sickest scripts one wish to say, suspicious sentences, insane.
S, si, six carbon, nitrile atoms, attached to sodium, bond, to produce a substance, so sick and sinister, science submits to silence on......pssssyyyaaannnyyyde,
A subtle shift, to, shut the shit down.
Tragical, to have your lit-eral match, and, blow it, pass on passion, magic, and the laughs, cause, you lack the mental capacity, to, react when there's attraction.
Like a hatchet, decidin' it couldn't hack it.
Up shit creek, with just a paddle ball, who wanna grapple, and, rattle off, a bit of rabble? I sit the saddle, in wait, for when a lad'll spit gab, just adequate enough to piss him off......and, get this demon to breathe smoke, see, Psy keeps stoked, these coals, beneath the deepest reaches our being goes, no thing grows, here, dawg, it's totally frozen.
My deeds, go unnoticed, for the moment.
I could explode, implode back, unload gold tracks, and, roll out, and, still you'd invoke wrath.
I can harangue an orangutan, bangarang, clang a dang train, and sang a thang or 2, anger you, aim for fame, whoo, paint a painter too, while chasing the dragon, with, black Magic, and, valium.
"I shall stallion cower them", bow, to ba-el, tally not when the rally come.
(and, sidnal, says)
What, a dichotomy, Psy, got, in B, caught up in a hi degree, camaraderie.
I only hope I taught him right, about, how, thought and deed, comply, to, being.
For, now, I give my "Aye", to, Be.
Divide, the 3, and see.
How'd they get me back in the bottle, bet he did it, gimme Brad, and I'ma throttle him, a lot, and, even off his honor......"oh, my GOD, like, Dahmer?"
.
.
Nah, youre missing reason, it's appeasin', if it leaves him, anything, but, ease, and, death would please him.
.
.
.
.
.
.
The tetrahedron, edges, met and, yep, the heathen, leapt to freedom.
The necro, demon, kept deplete, of every feeling, left, of healing, met with....(Ech), the "wreck appeal", and, that's the deal, END.
Toggled, to the bog, of, my noggin, I hobble on.
Not, a model, but inaugural.
Nod, if you're caught, or Anon.
Musikstil
ACappella, dark, catchy, heavy bass