Singles

2013-Present:

Wolfboy (2013)
Young Nero (2014)
BAIT DOG (2018)
deadweight (2018)
Stormfront (2019)
Sheet With No Ghost (2020)

Partial Lyrics:

“(HAND-SHY, CHASING HIGHS)
(CAN YOU SEE MY FANGS AND STILL TAKE ME IN?)
(STRUNG OUT STRAY IN AN ALLEYWAY)
(SELL ME ON THIS HEROIN[E])
There’s strength in you that’s changing me
Unmuzzled, I’ll both bark and bite
Take off the leash, give this wolf back his teeth
And I’ll prove that this dog’s worth the fight
(THROW MY OWN BONES BACK TO ME)
(I CAN REBUILD MYSELF AGAIN)
Cut my hair in the bathroom mirror
And let me know I’m not alone
Help me replace slamming dope with music and hope
And teach me what it means to be at home.”
- “Wolfboy” (2013)
→written by: Anarchy

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“They always told me to count my blessings
Tried it once, I think I learned my lesson
I’m shit with numbers and it’s depressing
I’m all sin-guilt and no confession
When I was young they called me unworthy;
Unsalvageable, dirty, human sacrilege
Those throwing stones forgetting they were the culture that birthed me
AND IT ONLY TAKES A CHILD TO RAZE A VILLAGE”
- “Young Nero” (2014)
→written by: Kohao

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“I snip the filters off my cigarettes but I’ll leave all of ‘em on yours
so that you can ash them on my chest ‘cause baby I love it when it burns
I’m drinking til my vision mists
putting cigs out on my wrists
I grit my teeth and clench my fists
come out bloodstained from every tryst
self destructive for my lovers’ schadenfreude
ripped apart and paranoid,
I’ll still count as wanted even if you want me dead and I’ll do whatever it takes to fill the void.”
- “BAIT DOG” (2018)
→written by: Kohao

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“Sick of living my life like I’m always wrong
another crossed out line in another crumpled song
Second-guessing’s been getting the best of me
Every correction another misdirection
sending me back down these dead-end streets
These days I’m afraid I’ll find myself drinking Neon
Doing whatever it takes to chase out the dark
End up injecting my veins with fluorophores
Desperate to have some source of light in my heart
I don’t want my soul to be vantablack
To absorb all light and give nothing back
But I’m a drain on my friends and they can’t catch a break,
It feels I have nothing to give; I just fucking take
I think my dad was right all along, I can never belong
And all that I am is a fucking mistake”
- “deadweight” (2018)
→written by: Kohao

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“You’ve been throwing yourself into hurricanes
Wearing your brother’s scars around your neck
Chalking trauma up to ‘growing pains’
Pretending that bottle keeps you in check

‘Cause you’ve been living for far too long (‘Cause he’s always hanging overhead)
At the end of your fraying rope (At the end of that twisted rope)
Standing in downpours; drowning in gutters
Face down, leather-bound, knives out
JUST TO COPE
The shadowed distance in your eyes is clear to see;
Your friends are always an arms-length out
You search for permanence with your photography
But burn every picture ‘cause fair play’s turnabout
Burn everything
(Undeserved)
Suffering
(Wing-clipped birds)
We’re the same
(Deny it hurts)
I know you can’t trust anyone to stay
You self-sabotage just to prove you’re right
Just like me, you push and shove away
But you won’t let go without a fight
‘Cause you’ve been living for far too long (‘Cause he’s always hanging overhead)
At the end of your fraying rope (At the end of that twisted rope)
Standing in downpours; drowning in gutters
Face down, leather-bound, knives out
JUST TO COPE
But if I’ve learned one thing
about a brother suffering
No matter the anguish, his dying wish
Will always be to give his siblings hope.”
- “Stormfront” (2019)
→written by: Kohao

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“I’m begging her to tell me,
What’s a wolf without its teeth?
What’s a tiger sans its claws?
What’s a god without belief?
She stares, uncomprehending
and replies, “Just no threat to sheep.”
She hears my laugh ring hollow and I see the outreach in her gaze
Spare me all your sympathy, you’ve got to know I’ll never change
(I can never change)
My friends are all around me but they still seem so far
I whisper, “What am I without my anger?”
They ask, “What are you without your scars?”
I think I might be nothing...
(I think I might be nothing)
I’m nothing
I’m nothing…”
- “Sheet With No Ghost” (2020)
→written by: Kohao