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Millennium
Hip-Hop/Rap
Millennium was released on February 19, 2026 by Depresmo Productions as a part of the album Millennium - Single
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Release DateFebruary 19, 2026
LabelDepresmo Productions
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SCH
SCH
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
S C H
S C H
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SCH
SCH
Engineer

Lyrics

Teeth on the flag
Cross in the ash
War in the veins
Laugh when it cracks (ha)
I'm that swastika shadow on cathedral glass
Blood hymn, black sermon in a priest's torn cassock
Steel script, every bullet got a thesis attached
History's relapse, written in a meat-stained font
Wolfsmänner in the attic, hear the lung-sick bark
Teeth filed fine like fascist serif marks
Eyes like flares on a rusted tank
Soul in the sights of a sniper in a stained white rank
Zeppelin halo, hanging over London's throat
Cabin full of coffins, captains carved from jokes
Undead regiment, ribcage regimented
Heil to the hellbound, heaven discredited
Max in the monocle, smile like a scalpel
Plans mapped out in the fat of an apple
Peel back peace, see the pestle and powder
Mortar full of martyr bones, grind 'em louder (yeah)
We the Millennium Organization
Blood-signed abomination
March in a circle, salute to damnation
Laugh in the light of annihilation
Raise that blood banner, let it hang crooked
Face in the smoke where the saints got cook'd in
Name carved twice in the book of the dead
Millennium, million fangs in your neck
Doc with the glasses, lenses full of test tubes
Scalpels sing hymns, organs in the next room
Clamp down conscience, snip that thread
Turn men into memos stitched in red
Schrödinger smirk, cat in a crowd
Everywhere, nowhere, Nazi and cloud
Self in a spiral, sliced in slivers
Cut so fine he can live in a whisper
Rip through the sky, that warship grins
Blimp like a blemish on a bombed-out hymn
War isn't means, war is the meaning
Looped like film of a child still screaming
Major at the podium, forked-tongue toast
Voice like butter on a burnt black roast
"Love war more than I love my breath"
Says grace over plates full of civil flesh
We the Millennium Organization
Blood-signed abomination
March in a circle, salute to damnation
Laugh in the light of annihilation
Raise that blood banner, let it hang crooked
Face in the smoke where the saints got cook'd in
Name carved twice in the book of the dead
Millennium, million fangs in your neck
London like a throat with a thousand cuts
Every block a bunker, every bushell guts
Choirs choke out, churches cough dust
Crucifix rust, stained glass crushed
Crosshairs dance on a paper crown
Empire trembles, fangs rain down
Vatican vendettas, mercs in masks
Everyone hired to handle the past
But the past got fangs and a pilot's badge
Eye patch, laughter like a bombing run back
He don't want peace, he wants the playback static
Loop that death till the film reel's tattered
Infinite night in a finite sky
Bullets write psalms in the smoke, say "die"
Yet the joke stays grinning on the Major's jaw
He's already home in the heart of war
We the Millennium Organization
Blood-signed abomination
March in a circle, salute to damnation
Laugh in the light of annihilation
Raise that blood banner, let it hang crooked
Face in the smoke where the saints got cook'd in
Name carved twice in the book of the dead
Millennium, million fangs in your neck (ugh)
Written by: S C H
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