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P1: Prisons I've Designed
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P1: Prisons I've Designed was released on February 17, 2026 by WDYSWYEC / Blossöm Records as a part of the album Husk - EP
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Release DateFebruary 17, 2026
LabelWDYSWYEC / Blossöm Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
VRITRA
VRITRA
Performer
Hal Williams
Hal Williams
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hal Williams
Hal Williams
Composer
Leon Sylvers IV
Leon Sylvers IV
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hal Williams
Hal Williams
Producer
Leon Sylvers IV
Leon Sylvers IV
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Picture it's dark, the sun goes down, shadows envelope the room
You hear the voices projecting and beckoning you
Pray to the forces and check that they protecting you
Coated in blood and shield, armored for real, uh
Heard if you court them, they bless and embellishing you
Head to the coordinates, they anticipating you do
Model subordinate, I hope they as trained as you
It ain't a function unless there's a motive or two
Move your body
Nina in sky with diamonds, litter the sky with shells, kill in the name, uh
Ghosts of the lives you lived garnish your frame, uh
Hopes and the dreams that died, lovers that came, lovers that went
Pain felt, trauma persists for commas and ends
Wool lens, thought we was friends, I guess it depends
Cast shift gone with the wind as leaves and stems
But who needed them?
Know what I mean?
It can't be, man
[Verse 2]
Sealed and shelled, into the hell, deeper the well
Stronger the spell, banish the hex, you full of tells
Life at the horns, who they belong to at the helm?
Who do you trust? Where are you from? What do you sell?
One small step for man, giant to insect
One small step to change mirror, refrain nearer
Curtain call, stage call, end it on a low
On the four, on the one if it ride, step and you slide
When the economics dip and the loneliness spike
Harmonious shrieks and screams, coded regime
Losing his grip, worn soles, he might slip
Might stumble, he might trip and fumble a gift
Live on audio, live and on stage, break out the cage
For if you don't, you'll end where I've been
Slit up the seams, slit up my shell, blood on lapel
Blood on the floor, censored the gore, what is the smell?
Rot in foiled plots and fading dreams, what could have been
Ain't you part of what's-a-name 'nem team?
They chain 'nem gleam, so what you mean you can't afford the fee?
Skill issue indeed, lacking stature and steez
Pack a wrapper in leaf, press impression, relief
Play depression, release, float overseas, I'm T
London like Tipton tea
Is that the tip is V, a Blue's clue to Steve
The who's who of thieves, know of his travels
Afar with the doors ajar, let down your mane
I'm troubled, but the me in the refrain different, he's changed
You probably wouldn't know him from Jane, Jimmy, or James
If you did, you'd wish you banished him back wherever he came, like
Isn't there a place for those of that shade? Like
How did you get out of your chains, shackles, and woes?
When Satan throw a bucket of shade, darken the lane
Or the boulevard you on when this plays, don't let it stay
You leaving, I ain't want you to stay, go 'bout your day
Brother shed skin in front of my eyes then tried to lie
In a den of wolves, you would've died, cublet, be quiet
You failed and lost all of your mans, I understand it's rigid
Voices carry through distance, you run, but it's never distant
By your side in the mirror, I'm here though life and its pivots
Know you better than your partner or parent
Got your heart, I need your soul before it's tarnished and perished
Gnawed and garish, flawed sprit marred and damaged
Is redemption in the cards? The award is a marriage
To the game and state, to your name and plate
To your claim and faith, to your fame and fate
Written by: Hal Williams, Leon Sylvers IV
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