Update: thank you Newgrounds! Kinda just realized how important being front paged to the site is! I delved deep here as a child/ teen and now only made brief stops in to show my boy End of ze world ect.... Anjovi is who brought me back and I saw a whole world I didn't even know existed here! Thank you all for listening to my nonsense😸

Here's the lyrics in case you missed anything from my echoes👹

_____________________________________

(N.O.T.E)

Six, Cigs in a seance.

Its always been,

simple the things, that the rain haunts.

Signatures of the heart,

signals a breif nuance..

Riddle me that of a nuisance,

wittled in reliance,

sins will defiant.

Cigs in my frayed lungs,

figures hooded in the dark.

Simple the riddle, missed and belittled.

Friends to the kindled, rippled in cymbals.

Wishful in symbols, hints full of this mental..

Missed and belittled, sinful the riddled.

Sits all deceitful, glimpsed of the fickle..

Wisps all the people, Grim as a sickle.

Figure wooden, made of the Ark.

Six, Cigs in a seance.

Its always,

simple the things, that the rain haunts.

Figments cure, some of these hearts.

Signalled the grief,

within suicides daunts.

riddle me that!, of a nuisance.

Dwindled in refinments.

Tinctures shouldnt have start...

Simple the things, that the rain haunts.

Whistled winds, the spells sought.

Simple the riddle, wish and be wistful..

Glints too and be into,

fiends rule this window!.

Breath through the mists dew,

simple the cig drew...

Meant in my dim hue,

miss and belittle, sinful the riddled..

(Anjovi)

Sit on the stool, black birds stop following me to congregate

looking from the window ceil, light getting dimmer still as the summer ray

floors, dishes, cabinets more crinkly as I wisp away

wishes I never sent away, left as the winter wakes

retrogade into long night, renegade gone as the flight of flocks

birds that left this small puddle, with the ripples to hit the side and stop

forever and now merging, surging into a forgotten tommorow

catacombs, scattered thoughts, lurking in the loft of oroborough

borrowed bones that i mistook for my own

rigid designs followed whether rook or pawn

severed the mind to dip into the great beyond

only to find I slipped to far and the dream's fangs and thorns

tried to make it home, but scurried back in another mortal coil

anchoring within a vagrant, grow back from the earthly soil.

Six in a seance...

(N.O.T.E)

cigs in my frayed lungs...

six cigs in a seance...

Simple the things,that the rains haunts...

Riddle was hair of the dog,

bitten me its name was....

whistle afraid his sense, he sends

signals to defense...

Ripped all to peices, never giving to reasons..

Wimpers couldn't, have barked...

Six cigs in a seance...

its always been simple the rain haunts...

Riddle me that nuisance,

riddles see that dogs name was...

Thanks G for permission on the beats🙏 your the Buddha over there in the corner.

Especial thanks to Anj for help on the mix,

and advice on the flow👹

Your the mysterious hand giving a ✋

Most importantly thanks to my lil Eel for sixxin your mom insane👁️