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Brainrotten
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Brainrotten was released on November 14, 2024 by 2024 brayjamin, distributed under limited license by Into The Abliss to DistroKid, LLC. Some rights reserved under Creative Commons CC BY-NC-SA 4.0. as a part of the album Brainrotten - Single
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Release DateNovember 14, 2024
Label2024 brayjamin, distributed under limited license by Into The Abliss to DistroKid, LLC. Some rights reserved under Creative Commons CC BY-NC-SA 4.0.
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM92

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Benjamin Aiden Murphy II
Benjamin Aiden Murphy II
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Aiden Murphy II
Benjamin Aiden Murphy II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Benjamin Aiden Murphy II
Benjamin Aiden Murphy II
Producer

Lyrics

Perched where the foam meets shore—and the shore only knows
She, bare witness to a murder of crows
...To the night that never lets me go
Let my absence trace the current's call
Let this body lie downstream and all
...As the double red hazards wave me down
Wading through-and-through the wake
Trading truth and pulse for bare-naked flesh and bones
I warned you, "This isn't for your prose"
This is for the gods and the ghosts, all leaven behind
...For the water is cold, but the current's never kind
She said she wished for a deity
All that's left, stains the shore
...Each tide bloodier than the one before, oh
Watch it break, watch it break, watch it leave you far behind!
If you reach for Mars with pockets of fire
...Let this rumor pass as wind takes hold
And if you find you've no will left at all
...Let the moon turn her bare back on you
She said, "Can you be free please?"
And then she watched as I drowned in all my words
I know you can't bare the silence; well, I can't stand the weight of your eyes
And if you think we're good—well, we're barely alright, oh
And if you find you've got nothing left to sell
...Let the tide drown every single last farewell
And if you buy the sky and call it your enterprise
...Let the waves swallow every last reform, oh
I warned you, "This isn't for your prose"
This is for the gods and the ghosts, and all that death leaves behind
...For the water's cold and still, but the current's never kind
As we the people fall through the cracks
...Let the flood wash clean our backbones black
And let the rumor die in a blaze of flags
And do this all to wash away the hope I guess I'd dragged
...For the water's cold and still, but the current's never kind, oh
You built this empire high, you built this monument to fall
Well, isn't it sweet to be so far detached from it all?
Written by: Benjamin Aiden Murphy II
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