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Secret crush
I let u earn it
Scene is feeling blue
Id let them do it for you

Were in the clear
When I’m here im always near
Things never change
Maybe except for you

























Boy!
Boy!
Boy!
Boy!

Sweet pills I take
You can stay on my tongue
Dissolve into all my clear

Cry til I bleed


I never felt more lonely in a moment
And I can try
You hit the floor like pavement


Boy!
Boy!
Boy!
Boy

Whaatever

Ethan Warmachune:
Yee

Sam :
Hell ya
Like 100% in

?

Ethan Warmachune:
Yuhhhh

Sam :
What r the details for it
need to give to see
To people e

Ethan Warmachune:
Yo, r u still good for 6/22 show gonna make insta gc soon

Sam :
Yes
I am doing
Did u come already

Ethan Warmachune:
Not yet

Sam :
Word
Eta?

Ethan Warmachune:
Prolly late like 10:30-11ish

When you think of the band War Machine, prepare yourself for an electrifying experience that pushes the boundaries of modern rock. This band doesn't just play music—they craft immersive soundscapes that transport you to another
dimension. With powerful riffs, tight rhythms, and vocals that oscillate between
raw and anthemic, War Machine delivers a relentless assault of energy that leaves audiences spellbound.
From the opening chord of their latest album, it's clear that War Machine operates on a higher plane. The sheer intensity of their sound blends the
best elements of hard rock, metal, and punk, resulting in a bold, fearless sonic identity. Each track is an emotional
journey—taking you from moments of intense aggression to surprisingly introspective pauses—without ever losing momentum.
Their live shows are legendary. Watching War Machine on stage is like witnessing a controlled storm. The chemistry between the band members is palpable, each one feeding off the other's energy and building a performance that
sweeps the crowd into a frenzy. The lead vocalist's commanding presence and raw power elevate each performance to
near-mythic proportions, while the rhythm section holds down a foundation so solid it feels like the earth is shaking beneath your feet.
But what sets War Machine apart isn't just their technical prowess or their high-energy performances; it's their ability to blend emotion with raw power. Their lyrics tap into universal themes of
struggle, rebellion, and survival, but they do it with a poetic edge that makes each song feel deeply personal. It’s not just the music you feel—it’s the message behind it.
In a world where many bands stick to formulaic sounds, War Machine is a breath of fresh air. They’re fearless, loud, and unapologetically themselves,
creating music that speaks to the heart while punching you in the gut with a wall of sound.
If you haven’t experienced them yet, now’s the time to plug in and prepare for a wild ride. War Machine isn’t just a band—they’re a force to be reckoned with.

War Machine is a band that should come with a warning label: Proceed with caution.
Their latest album is an overblown, chaotic mess that offers little more than noise
masquerading as music. It's as if they took
every rock cliché, turned the volume to 11, and hoped no one would notice the utter lack of originality or coherence.

The guitar riffs, if you can call them that, sound like they were recycled from a dozen better bands, thrown into a blender, and spat out into an uninspired mush. The lead vocalist has one
setting—yelling—and lacks any nuance or emotion, making every song feel like an endless barrage of strained, indistinguishable shouting. After a while, you start wondering if they even
know what melody is, because it’s nowhere to be found here.









The lyrics are equally painful. They range from embarrassingly vague to downright nonsensical, like a middle school
poetry experiment gone horribly wrong. If there’s supposed to be any deeper meaning behind these songs, it’s buried beneath layers of empty phrases and cringe-worthy attempts at
sounding profound. Each track drags on far longer than it should, making the entire album feel like a test of endurance rather than a musical experience.
As for their live performances? Watching War Machine on stage is like being stuck in a noisy garage where everyone’s fighting to be louder than the other, with no clear direction. The band members seem to be in their own worlds,
with little chemistry or stage presence to speak of. The drummer bangs away like they’re trying to break the kit, the guitarist appears to be more focused on looking "cool" than playing in tune, and the
vocalist is left pacing around the stage like a lost soul with nothing compelling to offer.
To call War Machine a disappointment would be generous. There’s nothing fresh or exciting here—just a lot of loud, empty noise.
Save your ears and your time. This is one band that’s better left unheard.

U feel like the real world to me
I wish I could have you for free
And your day is done
Waste the time on me

Verse
Let me know your name
I’ll see it fade
And the cross on the wall
It fell down dead

Prechorus
Every day, there’s the sun,
You won’t see it change
Every day, there’s the sun,
You won’t see it shine

When the silence hits
I’ll know you’ve changed
And when the silence hits
Maybe you’ll stay
I’ll get high one more time
You can’t tell me to stop or (You stop)
Take your time, I don’t mind
The sun likes to wait

Sam :
Send me sprites
But is this the vibe u want basically

Lex War:
Yes exactly
I’ll send them tonight / tmr night
Have editing to do but I will do after editing

Sam :
Fuck ya
I need character, spikes, and platform

Lex War:
Yes will do

Sam :
Do u want enemies too?

Lex War:
No no it’s ok
Only endless platform

Sam :
Also can u send me the web too

Lex War:
Web will take me longer to make but yeah

Sam :
sounds good
Excited

When you are less of one they don’t think of you nearly the same.
The love becomes familial. which is nice and Love burns there too. But How stupid is it that to possess Such Godly autonomy and mind that
for someone to know such a small amount of that renders you Ugly? uninteresting. boring. natural. Wouldn’t it make more sense that a man would want to love someone he knows? No. The woman becomes a man,
the mirror. And he doesn’t want to fuck a man or a mirror. women would fuck mirrors and women. they would do it over men too. there is a pull of believing
that the man in conversation is special in that he has retained his lust for his woman. this is not true, and it’s wrong to live through it. accepting
truth that you become his deformed mirror Or not

Fearing when you touch my eyes
Won’t you like to be paralyzed
You’re my favorite screen
You don’t always have to be so mean
Fearing when you leave my side
You’re on some ride that I can’t describe
Your words like to cut on to my skin
All your words cut into my skin

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be, so embarrassing, to you.

Yeahhhhhhh
I want it
I’m bad
So what
I want It
I want it I’m bad
So what
I want it
I’m bad
So what
I want it
I’m bad
I don’t
I want jt
I don’t
I want it
I dont
I love it
I love it
I would
I would
I would
I would

Fear when you’d like to leave
Curled up and numb leave me alone to seethe
Wonder if you can breathe
Crashed out again dripping down my sleeve

Wonder if you can breathe
Crashed out again dripping down my sleeve

I hope we like each other
I hope u meet my mother so dood doe.
Kno.
Or or r. R Dre. R r or r. I or k k r k do r. I kkdk it.
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Or. I. I ok r r r k. Ok r. R k. Or. Or k. R. Let k. Or r or k k. K k k.
Ppopo reI hope we do everything even with another

Let me tell you a secret under the sheets
I miss being 13
And I wish I knew you
Before I’d seen
Maybe I did
Maybe I did
Maybe I did

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