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718 HELL
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Hip-Hop/Rap
718 HELL was released on May 17, 2024 by Soldiers of Sandman as a part of the album THE_BURNING
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Release DateMay 17, 2024
LabelSoldiers of Sandman
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM119

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rouge Yang
Rouge Yang
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rouge Yang
Rouge Yang
Songwriter
Leevi Syrja
Leevi Syrja
Songwriter
Tuure Haapakoski
Tuure Haapakoski
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Leevi Syrja
Leevi Syrja
Producer
Armas
Armas
Producer

Lyrics

Everything's falling to my knees, I can't stand on them
This is the slowest climb down ever
Seven One Eight Hell, I been stuck in this pit too long
They might try to kill me
But my soul will never be taken by them
I am sorry my umbrella got holes
And I'm fishing for flies
Look at my face I see
All these bodies are falling straight out the sky
It's heavy lead when I spill with it
I been chasing heaven looking down, I'm dragging heel with it
Wishing I could scrap all my past but I heal with it
All I fuckin' want in this life is a meal ticket
Falling from the drop
Pray to god that it feel wicked
Searching for some hop, what you got, please get real with it
Trying to pull myself from out the rot
Can you stop, hell is hot, stand on top
Feel the drop, I'm Jack and Jill with it
Look into my eyes and see the knots
Hand to crown, blah blah with the shots
Pressing down, turn my pride into props
Sugar stir water, burn left brain to drops
I got a long list of some worries I keep
Been stressed so I guess you might catch me on leash
Screws loose in my head, who gon' strap them to teeth?
I'm begging you rock it, let's pop it and see
I been frothing OD
Seven One Eight Hell, I been stuck in this pit too long
They might try to kill me
But my soul will never be taken by them
I am sorry my umbrella got holes
And I'm fishing for flies
Look at my face I see
All these bodies are falling straight out the sky
Don't, Don't, Don't (Keep thinking that I am afraid)
Don't, Don't, Don't (Tell me how you know real from the fake)
Don't, Don't, Don't (Put all of my feelings aside)
Don't, Don't, Don't (I was raised in the teeth of canines)
Seven One
Eight Nine
Two Nine
Three Four Seven, call me I'll show you how to trap flies
You scared to check?
You ain't gotta guess, I got venom in the neck
Seven One Eight
Nine Two
Nine One One, tell me who you call to protect
Everybody wanna be up next so you bet
Been growing some eyes on the back of my head
It's funny how they want me in the morgue
Flushing out the worries, dripping one each from the pores
Flinching from the touch, I got some numbing for your sores
Stop it little dummy, do you really want some more?
Clipping on the nerve, see the C4 on my chest
Red, green, or blue, which wire should I compress
Everybody watching, all these eyes gon' peel the flesh
Sick of feeling sick, I'm sipping saline through the neck
Rush to the head
Gotta flood out the lead
See me in the mud looking up, no reflection
I feel like it's dark down here and I can't get out
Untuck from the nest, I can't breathe, poke my head out
Scruffs on my knees from belief, is my breath loud
Everything's black in my dreams, am I dead now
Hands on my body, tryna drag me to their neck now
Bleeding through the vest, I can't scrub all the red out
Catching cobwebs from stationary spiders
Maybe I should poke to see if they're still alive?
Using pliers to make my mouth wider
Sealing novocaine inside of mice
Sugar coated the blame 'til it attracted the lice
Nickel plated the brain now it's skewing my bite
Needle threaded the veins to keep my lattice spun tight
Been stitching my mouth just to impress some people I don't like
January dreamers on parachute strings
Stunning new billboards in district green
Hands inside the car, no more pictures please
Life in the fish tank, artificial monkeys hanging off my trees
Got a handful of some plastic
From scratching off these patches on my knees
Stopping at the ankle to dangle like a V
Ripping out the circuits, what's the matter can you breathe?
Seven One Eight Hell, I been stuck in this pit too long
They might try to kill me
But my soul will never be taken by them
I am sorry my umbrella got holes
And I'm fishing for flies
Look at my face I see
All these bodies are falling straight out the sky
Don't, Don't, Don't (Keep thinking that I am afraid)
Don't, Don't, Don't (Tell me how you know real from the fake)
Don't, Don't, Don't (Put all of my feelings aside)
Don't, Don't, Don't (I was raised in the teeth of canines)
Seven One
Eight Nine
Two Nine
Three Four Seven, call me I'll show you how to trap flies
You scared to check?
You ain't gotta guess, I got venom in the neck
Seven One Eight
Nine Two
Nine One One, tell me who you call to protect
Everybody wanna be up next so you bet
Been growing some eyes on the back of my head
Seven One
Eight Nine
Two Nine
Three Four Seven, call me I'll show you how to trap flies
You scared to check?
You ain't gotta guess, I got venom in the neck
Seven One Eight
Nine Two
Nine One One, tell me who you call to protect
Everybody wanna be up next so you bet
Been growing some eyes on the back of my head
Written by: Leevi Syrja, Rouge Yang, Tuure Haapakoski
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