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THE WIDOW
80
Hip-Hop/Rap
THE WIDOW was released on June 5, 2026 by Lykenhaus Records as a part of the album PALLBEARER
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Release DateJune 5, 2026
LabelLykenhaus Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM104

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
TWENTYTHREE
TWENTYTHREE
Vocals
Spencer Linn
Spencer Linn
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
TWENTYTHREE
TWENTYTHREE
Songwriter
Spencer Linn
Spencer Linn
Songwriter
Mathias Ljundgren
Mathias Ljundgren
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeremy Klein
Jeremy Klein
Mixing Engineer
Spencer Linn
Spencer Linn
Producer

Lyrics

You like to view the world through candy-coated eyes
The sun will melt the sugar, comes as no surprise
It's a fucking mess
You'll clean it 'cause you made it, you're a mess
The widow weaves an ugly broken web
You like it that way just 'cause you're upset
But you'll clean it 'cause it's all your fucking mess
N-n-now you made it
Wicked that soul, double tap, no faces
Heavy my head, know I'll find that vacant
Never had peace in a world so cold with a brand new placement
W-w-won't save it, let it all burn for the lie, don't fake it
Taken barely alive, I'm waiting
See I want war, no lives and payment
Body gone cold
Stay 'round the grave
How do I mourn for the mess you made?
Said it's all war and we all decay
I feel that deprivation flooding my brain
Ain't found a stain
Now when I walk here, I'm torn away
Let it all fall while I bleed and wait
I'll seal that separation cutting my name
It's a fucking mess
You'll clean it 'cause you made it, you're a mess
The widow weaves an ugly broken web
You like it that way just 'cause you're upset
But you'll clean it 'cause it's all your fucking mess
Hate too deep and I contemplate
That I keep my peace when the shapes are strange
No need for an extra setup, I don't feel the venom yet
So I sleep in a web tucked in like a fly or a set piece
Steady your pace
A life that's darker than the blackest widow
Reptile blood in the depths
They corroded the tech
Die to follow the rest into the mud again
Crept up out of the labs
They all come running to death
Now the sun is a mess, into it headfirst
Breathe in to feel out the pain
Bleed out to reset the brain
Come back and relapse, and nothing resolves
Submit to suffering now
Commit the wounds to the web
You like to view the world through candy-coated eyes
The sun will melt the sugar, comes as no surprise
It's a fucking mess
You'll clean it 'cause you made it, you're a mess
The widow weaves an ugly broken web
You like it that way just 'cause you're upset
But you'll clean it 'cause it's all your fucking mess
You'll clean it 'cause you made it, you're a mess
The widow weaves an ugly broken web
You like it that way just 'cause you're upset
But you'll clean it 'cause it's all your fucking mess
Written by: Mathias Ljundgren, Spencer Linn, TWENTY THREE
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