Hallo allerseits!
Hier ist ein kleiner, bratzeliger Noise-Electro-Pop-Song. Man kann dazu Tanzen. YAY!
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ARTIE SHOOT - M̸̩̀̅͜Ǫ̵̛͌͆̔͛̀͋̋́̆̕̚͜N̷̨̞͎̞͙̦͉̲̙̓̈́͂͐͆̐̒̔͆̈́͘͝ͅÄ̴̹͇̼́͌̔̋̍͝ͅT̵͙̦̲̹͔̖̖͕̱̫̮͙̀̋̄̀͒͂́͋́͜O̵̫̣̼̹̖̹͕͆̓͋̾ͅP̶̛͓̗̯͕̪̯̪̗͖̜͛̓̍͋H̸̡̘̻̜͈̰̮̪̦̬͚̮̳̑́́̅͜͝O̶̰̰͉̺̻͆ͅB̸̧͎͝I̶̡͓͍̗̮̞̜̭̰͝À̴̡̤̗͚̑͋̒̉̾̓̃̾̇͐͒
Waking Up
Watching p̵̥̫͚͎͇̀̀̀͐̃́̐͜ǫ̵͈͎̖̻̓̍̀̌͂̑̾͒̇͆̒̕r̷̡̗͙̺͖̯͎̬̫̻̀́̐̍͊͑́̈́̽̀̑́͜n̷͕͇̊̎̇͗͜
J̶̨̳̳̜̦̘̭̱̻͛̋͊͆͆̀̈́͐e̷̡̨̥̬̺̥̘̘͇͒̂͜r̶̞̅̀̔́͐͝k̷͉͐̊̅̈́̕͝ĩ̸̛̫̖͇̖͛̃̌̍̕̚͝n̵̢̠̱̹̱̻̙̓̇͊̍̕̚͝͠g̶̢̛̹̪͉̰̹̣̗͑̈́̈̀́̌̂͘͠͝ͅ ̴̨̼̖̘̱̥̘͔̀͛̌̈̍̇̓̍͒̊̐̒̚͝ợ̴̛̮̺͍̤̜̤̼̱̮̈͗̓̅͌̆̈́̂́̚͠f̵̧̼̣̮̝̭̟͈͇̾͐̌̀̓̾̉̈̋̀̅̈́͛͝f̴̢̨͕͚̤̼̳͈̯̯̝͓͚́͒̈́͒̈́̍̽̃̈́ͅ for an hour
Contemplating my self-worth
While p̵͔̩̻̲̙͙͕̜͇̥͇̻̬͈͉̈́͋̽̊̌̿́͛̆̂̓̌̇͑e̷̜̝͎̻̦̮͚̲̮̤̱̪̠̓ë̸̛̙͙̦̠́̿̇͜i̵̧̹̱̲̪̼̮͚̳̲̜͉̼̙͗̉͊͑̈̒͛͂̽͆̕̕͘n̴̝̰͜͠͠g̷̱̜̫̳̦̳̋͑ͅ in the shower
Seeing the flesh rotting on my bones
Looking for white spots and growing moles
When I pinch myself there I feel nothing at all
Dressing up, hiding being appalled
Days keep taking away
Days keep taking a
Way days keep
Taking away
Days keep
M̵̛͖̬̯̥͇͙̳͉̣̦̥͑̌̓̉̄͒͆̀͛͠͝ǫ̴̛͔̤͕̤̭͍̯̓͋̒̒̑̾̈́̚͜͝n̶͔̪͈̝̙̖͇̗͔̩̯̳͓̾̑́̓̈́͂̕͝ͅâ̴̗͍̦͕̹͕̱̬̣̹̲̐͋ͅt̶̜͕̗̫̥̤̖̖̜̲̯̼̏̅̿̽́̾̀͐̈́͋̕̚͠ͅǫ̴̖̳̻̱̪̘̟̫̲̏͜ͅp̸̥̭̔̄̔͛̅̑̕h̴̢̛̳͉̼͙̹͇́̀̄̀̒͐͜͜͝͝o̷̟̙͚̦͚̖̥̩͓͇̔̿͗̊̒̈̄̃̊̉̓͊̏͝͝b̸̼̲̖͈̱͌͆̆͆̓̃̋̋̈́̊͝͝į̸̳͈͉̮̞̿́̾͗̚͜a̵̳͖̤̻̣̞̘̝̠͈̦̿ͅ
̸͖̘̦̭͇͓̠̃̑M̵̢̮̪̜͓̰̫̤̳̜̭͑͋̂͛͛́̄̀̑͊́̔̎̑͝o̷̙̺̲̲̪̅͌͘͘n̵̡̢̛̹̤͙̰̝͎͖̜̲͉͕̊́̈́͋̓̅ą̶̛̛͈̝̫̭̤͈̠̠͙͔̹̆͌̈́̓̇̑̀͘t̵̺̒͊̌͆͊́̀̔̈́͛̚̕͝͝o̵̦̫̪̓͑̉̾͛̔̀̊̚p̴̠̙̊̉͑̑̓͂̐͂̃̒ḫ̸̆̋̄͊̎̈̏́͑̃͝o̵̢̼͂͠b̴̢̨̡̡͙͇̖̱̬͙̤̌̾͑̌̈́̂̃̑͋̅̐̿̇̊͝i̵̛̛͙̘̰͇̘̣̫͉͋̈́͌̿́͛͆̊̓̓a̷̛̟̺̔̍̔͗̆̆̀̕͝͝͠͝͝
Ruminating
Slithering on
With a smile on my face
Visiting
The parents at home
Smelling ț̴̡̖̹̪̫͉̩̟͉̠̃̾h̷͙͔͎̲̠̲̳͎̠̪̞̻̓̂̆́̍͑̓̕͜͜ḛ̸̛͇̀̑̿̑͊̚͘͠͝͝͠ ̵̛̛̬̳̠͓͖̥̓͂̓̑͘͠͝s̶̡̢̰̺̝̜̖̫̪̳̜̖̓̓̂̊̔̄̄͌͌̈́̀̈́̚͠t̴̨̠̹̫͔͎̎̏͜ͅë̷̳̫͓̠́͛̾ņ̷̪̞͎͕̝̠̟̼̘̔͛̾̾̈́̍̏͘͝͝ç̴̯͎̲͎͚̱̓̒͑ẖ̶̡͙̰̰̬͕͓̠̣͕͍͎̞̎̀̈͒̆ ̴̱̀̓͐̈́̉͠ǫ̵̞̲͎͙͎̜̲̮̮̗͉̲̀̒͒̋̇ͅf̸̧̧̡̘̖͍͓͎̹̯̜̲̠̊́̓̀̽̔̈͛͋̽̿ ̸͕͕̝̲͝ḓ̴̛͌̚e̶͖̯̺͔̹̻̿̂́̌͛̈́̃͠c̶̨̡̬̤̙̜̠̪̼̲̣̪̄͜a̵̢̡͔̹̥̰̓͂͗̇͊͒̈̈́̈́͗̾̐͜ẙ̵̯̼̜̯̲͛͐̽͒̓͒́̊̊̈
Tossing and turning in the bed at night
Having nightmares about m̴̡̞̱̘͙͉͈͕̬̤̦̗͖͕̆͂͋͑̚̚̕͠y̴̰̪̞̭͈̎̓͊͗͂̕ ̴̨̡͙̜̦̹̝̻͚̜̭̯͆̅̉̑̄͗̀b̴͕̤̍̂͜ŗ̶̟̪̰̤̖̬̼̖͍͉̳̣͖̈́̕͜ơ̵̻̺͇͉̖͖̈̓̈͌̑̿͐̐ͅţ̸̙̳͖͙̪͈̔ͅḩ̸͎̩̙̲̥̳̭̙̻͐̐̋̂̔̓̓̅̕͠ͅē̸̡̦̓͒̄̂͋͝r̶̮̹̪̿̾ş̷̧̛̗̻̝͍̹͐̓̽͗́͂͂̌͐̎͛̕ͅ ̸̛̦͊̈́͒̂̾̐̿̀c̸̨̹̗̺̳̞̺̞̎͑͂̂ȟ̶͉̦̱̦̖̜̳̚i̶̧̾l̵͙̈̉̈́̽͒̕͝d̵̡̗͕̘̣̘̪̗̹̭̊̿͑̀͂́̂̅̆̚
Can´t shake the notion that it is too late
Can´t even muster up enough self-hatred
To change
To change
Days keep taking away
Days keep taking a
Way days keep
Taking away
Days keep
M̵̛͖̬̯̥͇͙̳͉̣̦̥͑̌̓̉̄͒͆̀͛͠͝ǫ̴̛͔̤͕̤̭͍̯̓͋̒̒̑̾̈́̚͜͝n̶͔̪͈̝̙̖͇̗͔̩̯̳͓̾̑́̓̈́͂̕͝ͅâ̴̗͍̦͕̹͕̱̬̣̹̲̐͋ͅt̶̜͕̗̫̥̤̖̖̜̲̯̼̏̅̿̽́̾̀͐̈́͋̕̚͠ͅǫ̴̖̳̻̱̪̘̟̫̲̏͜ͅp̸̥̭̔̄̔͛̅̑̕h̴̢̛̳͉̼͙̹͇́̀̄̀̒͐͜͜͝͝o̷̟̙͚̦͚̖̥̩͓͇̔̿͗̊̒̈̄̃̊̉̓͊̏͝͝b̸̼̲̖͈̱͌͆̆͆̓̃̋̋̈́̊͝͝į̸̳͈͉̮̞̿́̾͗̚͜a̵̳͖̤̻̣̞̘̝̠͈̦̿ͅ
̸͖̘̦̭͇͓̠̃̑M̵̢̮̪̜͓̰̫̤̳̜̭͑͋̂͛͛́̄̀̑͊́̔̎̑͝o̷̙̺̲̲̪̅͌͘͘n̵̡̢̛̹̤͙̰̝͎͖̜̲͉͕̊́̈́͋̓̅ą̶̛̛͈̝̫̭̤͈̠̠͙͔̹̆͌̈́̓̇̑̀͘t̵̺̒͊̌͆͊́̀̔̈́͛̚̕͝͝o̵̦̫̪̓͑̉̾͛̔̀̊̚p̴̠̙̊̉͑̑̓͂̐͂̃̒ḫ̸̆̋̄͊̎̈̏́͑̃͝o̵̢̼͂͠b̴̢̨̡̡͙͇̖̱̬͙̤̌̾͑̌̈́̂̃̑͋̅̐̿̇̊͝i̵̛̛͙̘̰͇̘̣̫͉͋̈́͌̿́͛͆̊̓̓a̷̛̟̺̔̍̔͗̆̆̀̕͝͝͠͝͝
Hier ist ein kleiner, bratzeliger Noise-Electro-Pop-Song. Man kann dazu Tanzen. YAY!
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ARTIE SHOOT - M̸̩̀̅͜Ǫ̵̛͌͆̔͛̀͋̋́̆̕̚͜N̷̨̞͎̞͙̦͉̲̙̓̈́͂͐͆̐̒̔͆̈́͘͝ͅÄ̴̹͇̼́͌̔̋̍͝ͅT̵͙̦̲̹͔̖̖͕̱̫̮͙̀̋̄̀͒͂́͋́͜O̵̫̣̼̹̖̹͕͆̓͋̾ͅP̶̛͓̗̯͕̪̯̪̗͖̜͛̓̍͋H̸̡̘̻̜͈̰̮̪̦̬͚̮̳̑́́̅͜͝O̶̰̰͉̺̻͆ͅB̸̧͎͝I̶̡͓͍̗̮̞̜̭̰͝À̴̡̤̗͚̑͋̒̉̾̓̃̾̇͐͒
Waking Up
Watching p̵̥̫͚͎͇̀̀̀͐̃́̐͜ǫ̵͈͎̖̻̓̍̀̌͂̑̾͒̇͆̒̕r̷̡̗͙̺͖̯͎̬̫̻̀́̐̍͊͑́̈́̽̀̑́͜n̷͕͇̊̎̇͗͜
J̶̨̳̳̜̦̘̭̱̻͛̋͊͆͆̀̈́͐e̷̡̨̥̬̺̥̘̘͇͒̂͜r̶̞̅̀̔́͐͝k̷͉͐̊̅̈́̕͝ĩ̸̛̫̖͇̖͛̃̌̍̕̚͝n̵̢̠̱̹̱̻̙̓̇͊̍̕̚͝͠g̶̢̛̹̪͉̰̹̣̗͑̈́̈̀́̌̂͘͠͝ͅ ̴̨̼̖̘̱̥̘͔̀͛̌̈̍̇̓̍͒̊̐̒̚͝ợ̴̛̮̺͍̤̜̤̼̱̮̈͗̓̅͌̆̈́̂́̚͠f̵̧̼̣̮̝̭̟͈͇̾͐̌̀̓̾̉̈̋̀̅̈́͛͝f̴̢̨͕͚̤̼̳͈̯̯̝͓͚́͒̈́͒̈́̍̽̃̈́ͅ for an hour
Contemplating my self-worth
While p̵͔̩̻̲̙͙͕̜͇̥͇̻̬͈͉̈́͋̽̊̌̿́͛̆̂̓̌̇͑e̷̜̝͎̻̦̮͚̲̮̤̱̪̠̓ë̸̛̙͙̦̠́̿̇͜i̵̧̹̱̲̪̼̮͚̳̲̜͉̼̙͗̉͊͑̈̒͛͂̽͆̕̕͘n̴̝̰͜͠͠g̷̱̜̫̳̦̳̋͑ͅ in the shower
Seeing the flesh rotting on my bones
Looking for white spots and growing moles
When I pinch myself there I feel nothing at all
Dressing up, hiding being appalled
Days keep taking away
Days keep taking a
Way days keep
Taking away
Days keep
M̵̛͖̬̯̥͇͙̳͉̣̦̥͑̌̓̉̄͒͆̀͛͠͝ǫ̴̛͔̤͕̤̭͍̯̓͋̒̒̑̾̈́̚͜͝n̶͔̪͈̝̙̖͇̗͔̩̯̳͓̾̑́̓̈́͂̕͝ͅâ̴̗͍̦͕̹͕̱̬̣̹̲̐͋ͅt̶̜͕̗̫̥̤̖̖̜̲̯̼̏̅̿̽́̾̀͐̈́͋̕̚͠ͅǫ̴̖̳̻̱̪̘̟̫̲̏͜ͅp̸̥̭̔̄̔͛̅̑̕h̴̢̛̳͉̼͙̹͇́̀̄̀̒͐͜͜͝͝o̷̟̙͚̦͚̖̥̩͓͇̔̿͗̊̒̈̄̃̊̉̓͊̏͝͝b̸̼̲̖͈̱͌͆̆͆̓̃̋̋̈́̊͝͝į̸̳͈͉̮̞̿́̾͗̚͜a̵̳͖̤̻̣̞̘̝̠͈̦̿ͅ
̸͖̘̦̭͇͓̠̃̑M̵̢̮̪̜͓̰̫̤̳̜̭͑͋̂͛͛́̄̀̑͊́̔̎̑͝o̷̙̺̲̲̪̅͌͘͘n̵̡̢̛̹̤͙̰̝͎͖̜̲͉͕̊́̈́͋̓̅ą̶̛̛͈̝̫̭̤͈̠̠͙͔̹̆͌̈́̓̇̑̀͘t̵̺̒͊̌͆͊́̀̔̈́͛̚̕͝͝o̵̦̫̪̓͑̉̾͛̔̀̊̚p̴̠̙̊̉͑̑̓͂̐͂̃̒ḫ̸̆̋̄͊̎̈̏́͑̃͝o̵̢̼͂͠b̴̢̨̡̡͙͇̖̱̬͙̤̌̾͑̌̈́̂̃̑͋̅̐̿̇̊͝i̵̛̛͙̘̰͇̘̣̫͉͋̈́͌̿́͛͆̊̓̓a̷̛̟̺̔̍̔͗̆̆̀̕͝͝͠͝͝
Ruminating
Slithering on
With a smile on my face
Visiting
The parents at home
Smelling ț̴̡̖̹̪̫͉̩̟͉̠̃̾h̷͙͔͎̲̠̲̳͎̠̪̞̻̓̂̆́̍͑̓̕͜͜ḛ̸̛͇̀̑̿̑͊̚͘͠͝͝͠ ̵̛̛̬̳̠͓͖̥̓͂̓̑͘͠͝s̶̡̢̰̺̝̜̖̫̪̳̜̖̓̓̂̊̔̄̄͌͌̈́̀̈́̚͠t̴̨̠̹̫͔͎̎̏͜ͅë̷̳̫͓̠́͛̾ņ̷̪̞͎͕̝̠̟̼̘̔͛̾̾̈́̍̏͘͝͝ç̴̯͎̲͎͚̱̓̒͑ẖ̶̡͙̰̰̬͕͓̠̣͕͍͎̞̎̀̈͒̆ ̴̱̀̓͐̈́̉͠ǫ̵̞̲͎͙͎̜̲̮̮̗͉̲̀̒͒̋̇ͅf̸̧̧̡̘̖͍͓͎̹̯̜̲̠̊́̓̀̽̔̈͛͋̽̿ ̸͕͕̝̲͝ḓ̴̛͌̚e̶͖̯̺͔̹̻̿̂́̌͛̈́̃͠c̶̨̡̬̤̙̜̠̪̼̲̣̪̄͜a̵̢̡͔̹̥̰̓͂͗̇͊͒̈̈́̈́͗̾̐͜ẙ̵̯̼̜̯̲͛͐̽͒̓͒́̊̊̈
Tossing and turning in the bed at night
Having nightmares about m̴̡̞̱̘͙͉͈͕̬̤̦̗͖͕̆͂͋͑̚̚̕͠y̴̰̪̞̭͈̎̓͊͗͂̕ ̴̨̡͙̜̦̹̝̻͚̜̭̯͆̅̉̑̄͗̀b̴͕̤̍̂͜ŗ̶̟̪̰̤̖̬̼̖͍͉̳̣͖̈́̕͜ơ̵̻̺͇͉̖͖̈̓̈͌̑̿͐̐ͅţ̸̙̳͖͙̪͈̔ͅḩ̸͎̩̙̲̥̳̭̙̻͐̐̋̂̔̓̓̅̕͠ͅē̸̡̦̓͒̄̂͋͝r̶̮̹̪̿̾ş̷̧̛̗̻̝͍̹͐̓̽͗́͂͂̌͐̎͛̕ͅ ̸̛̦͊̈́͒̂̾̐̿̀c̸̨̹̗̺̳̞̺̞̎͑͂̂ȟ̶͉̦̱̦̖̜̳̚i̶̧̾l̵͙̈̉̈́̽͒̕͝d̵̡̗͕̘̣̘̪̗̹̭̊̿͑̀͂́̂̅̆̚
Can´t shake the notion that it is too late
Can´t even muster up enough self-hatred
To change
To change
Days keep taking away
Days keep taking a
Way days keep
Taking away
Days keep
M̵̛͖̬̯̥͇͙̳͉̣̦̥͑̌̓̉̄͒͆̀͛͠͝ǫ̴̛͔̤͕̤̭͍̯̓͋̒̒̑̾̈́̚͜͝n̶͔̪͈̝̙̖͇̗͔̩̯̳͓̾̑́̓̈́͂̕͝ͅâ̴̗͍̦͕̹͕̱̬̣̹̲̐͋ͅt̶̜͕̗̫̥̤̖̖̜̲̯̼̏̅̿̽́̾̀͐̈́͋̕̚͠ͅǫ̴̖̳̻̱̪̘̟̫̲̏͜ͅp̸̥̭̔̄̔͛̅̑̕h̴̢̛̳͉̼͙̹͇́̀̄̀̒͐͜͜͝͝o̷̟̙͚̦͚̖̥̩͓͇̔̿͗̊̒̈̄̃̊̉̓͊̏͝͝b̸̼̲̖͈̱͌͆̆͆̓̃̋̋̈́̊͝͝į̸̳͈͉̮̞̿́̾͗̚͜a̵̳͖̤̻̣̞̘̝̠͈̦̿ͅ
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