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[ATKS-0058]
lyrics
Paper gown replacing my clothes
And a plastic mask pulled over my nose
In the triage tents they prep the anesthetic
But I'm not quite ready to let my eyes close
I can feel your lies in my bones
Growing like a cancer, asking for an answer
Taunting me with ghosts in white coats
Na na na na na na, na na na na na na
Body on the table but the heart is mine
The tumor is a rumor but it's not benign
Cutting out the pieces of a flawed design
This is how it feels to make a motherfucker flatline
Crawling to the pharmacy to rot my mind
Filling out a script and I forgot my lines
Cutting out the pieces of a flawed design
This is how it feels to make a motherfucker flatline
I come alive to the scent of antiseptic
Separating clean cells from the infected
Medkits can't dispel the red mist
Till I carve a few more names off of the checklist
Reckless since the moment I knew
In the frantic thoughts I'd always find you
With a knife in my back, I duel with my wounds
Scalpels at the stroke of high noon
Walk ten paces, draw your weapons
Surgeon's tools and doctor's lessons
Call for seconds, treat for trauma
Operating theater drama
I ain't even mad, there's no way to say it tactfully
This amount of thinking bout your ignorance is bad for me
The agony of pulling teeth, you're nothing but a cavity
You put your words inside my mouth and drain my fucking battery
This is my testament, this is my final will
I'll see you all in hell, but I still got time to kill
You're a sick fuck, I'm Sidney coming home
I'd be on my way by now if you'd leave well enough alone
But you run your mouth
I think it's funny how
Every time you do I feel my nervous system shutting down
Symptoms coming back
Major heart attack
This is an emergency, get a nurse it's cardiac
Body on the table but the heart is mine
The tumor is a rumor but it's not benign
Cutting out the pieces of a flawed design
This is how it feels to make a motherfucker flatline
Crawling to the pharmacy to rot my mind
Filling out a script and I forgot my lines
Cutting out the pieces of a flawed design
This is how it feels to make a motherfucker flatline
Flatline
Flatline
Flatline
Cutting out the pieces of a flawed design
This is how it feels to make a motherfucker flatline
credits
released October 18, 2024
Lyrics: Creep-P, Freeced
Production: Creep-P, DJ Myosuke
i have so much to thank the blaxervant alias for. you know what's better than banging hardcore? banging harcdore with sick metal shredding. this song technically isn't doing a whole lot but the thing it's doing fucking rules, so its being more fixed on that is welcomed Snej
The Hamburg producer brings her uncompromising acid techno to Tresor with a three-track 12" that's half dystopian nightmare, half rager. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 17, 2024
These tracks may have been written in a cabin in Lake Tahoe (for real!) but they sound like they could score a rave at the end of the world. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 22, 2022
I try getting into more psytrance artists but a lot of the psytrance I find doesn't have the spice tracks like this or Darius' and Rotteen's, or Dustvoxx or Laur's do. Really feels like you're going on a trip! Love it. BBGpgl