a dyadic being transformed to lich -- held together purely by their wills.

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dyarq  1 year ago
 
Damn skippy <3
dyarq on Ely-L DOLPHIN  1 year ago
 
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by dyarq
Released 1 year ago
Metal, Hip-hop, Industrial, instrumental, variety, dark hip-hop, Rock
Written and performed by: Zamzon Aeonite Produced by: RuuXt DEDlounge Music 2017-2018 LYRICS Halt Take a gaze into this mind You’ll be afraid to find That what you see before you is the result of grime and slime A consequence of greed and lust That must be close enough To see just what must feed To send the seed to dust It’s not a knot of twisted insides That over flame resides The orally delivered morals breaking morale of this mortal necromorphic boy toy It’s time Fake it Jump for joy A plasm unseen to drive the deep Inflict hazards and storm the keep Hell rains down when a world flipped upside-down takes you for a ride and has your soul to sell Try and fight but hah, you’re unwell This is the stone you’ve chosen to grind Welcome to your hell This is the stone you’re chosen to grind Welcome to your Hell Through the fire, no flame can't blame the rain Ashen dust that must erupt to form my skin, this pain Now I’m surrounded Steppin’ in and out of Walkin’ with the dead A spectre to drift and a shade who’s superior in red Beat down, breakin’ up from the ground Smacked around by the time I’m done with you You’d wish you’d been drowned Reachin’ in -- take you back to the realm where none are found Lost souls of the dead abound When you see what I’ve seen you start to believe only in the obscene
by dyarq
Released 1 year ago
Metal, Hip-hop, Industrial, instrumental, variety, dark hip-hop, Rock
Musicoin exclusive sneak-peek! $MUSIC Title track for the upcoming album by dyarq! DEDlounge Music 2017-2018 LYRICS Let’s be real Let’s get down to the dirt Deactivate accounts when we feel unearthed In search of what? Or maybe just flirt Or maybe fuck away the pain of everything that hurts The curse of the curt What’s worse? Live with, without, or disperse? Slowly losing the ability to use my hands with clarity Floating instability, delusions small become grand to me Comfort lacks mobility and lately a bit of sincerity Sit back, relax, ensure hilarity Far near, I’ll be right here what’s left to fear? Wither without Far near, I’ll be right here what’s left to fear? with or without