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LEFT 4 DEAD
Hip-Hop/Rap
LEFT 4 DEAD was released on September 5, 2025 by /:faceless humanoid as a part of the album CHIMERICAL SONATA
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Release DateSeptember 5, 2025
Label/:faceless humanoid
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kill Ebola
Kill Ebola
Vocals
Theo Mexmain
Theo Mexmain
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Theo Mexmain
Theo Mexmain
Composer
Andrew Thorpe
Andrew Thorpe
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
deadrazy
deadrazy
Producer
Zyrom
Zyrom
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Y’all don’t ever do nothing
Judging and depression bonding way too often
Tryna drag my energy down the fuck up off me
Bending me but can't rob me for sobbing
Lobby and memory gone crop me like sever me
Toss me out the picture
I won't miss her when it's said and done
Similar thoughts and dreams that just piles up to drain my stamina
Threw in dirt then left for dead, one day they’ll get their karma
Got away from the liquor; it was burning my guts like magma
Feel like a corpse, at ease, I float away, inside a nebula
With years I’ve learned to channel the pain, I repeat it like a mantra
Seen the real from the fake, these sharks helped sharpen up my gamma
Built from pressure and self-harm, feel reborn — no melodrama
Sat in a throne of grief, no crown, just deep many layers of trauma
Y’all don’t ever do nothing
Judging and depression bonding way too often
Tryna drag my energy down the fuck up off me
Bending me but can't rob me for sobbing
Lobby and memory gone crop me like sever me
Toss me out the picture
I won't miss her when it's said and done
Hate me, same speed as it's always run
Baked teeth, ate G's of the stem and drums
Steak tea, tame trees, full of phlegm and blood
Maybe left me in that wreck of mud
Hate me, same speed as it's always run
Baked teeth, ate G's of the stem and drums
Steak tea, tame trees, full of phlegm and blood
Maybe left me in that wreck of mud
Similar thoughts and dreams that just piles up to drain my stamina
Threw in dirt then left for dead, one day they’ll get their karma
Got away from the liquor; it was burning my guts like magma
Feel like a corpse, at ease, I float away, inside a nebula
With years I’ve learned to channel the pain, I repeat it like a mantra
Seen the real from the fake, these sharks helped sharpen up my gamma
Built from pressure and self-harm, feel reborn — no melodrama
Sat in a throne of grief, no crown, just deep many layers of trauma
Written by: Andrew Thorpe, Theo Mexmain
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