1. |
Sybaritic Machinations
03:10
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We are groomed to consume from the womb to the tomb
We are subsumed by a screen, wretched, alone in a room
I ain’t got nothing to say, I ain’t got nothing to do
Just waiting for some sick pleasure to carry me to my doom
All I got is this cash and I spend the shit fast
Yeah I got some hoes but they all treat me like ass
We traded structure for freedom, freedom to live amongst trash
I must get higher and higher because this high doesn’t last
Trading apotheosis for some tingly feelings on your penis
I swear to God man, you people need Jesus
All the shit we say, we don’t really mean it
I’m with Mr. Clean, I wish for world clean, it’s time to clean up
With a cold shower, and some pious antibiotics
But none of those of that shit's enough to kill a virus
A virus reigning like a tyrant inflicting mankind with its violence
Maybe it’s time to meditate and revel in the silence
Sick of all this nonsense
Cannot feel my conscience
All these little bitches wanna run their mouth and then cower before the consequence
Don’t let me catch you on defense
My friend, we must attack again
When there’s nothing to behold resembling a soul it becomes evident that there is no rest, no peace in death, no big sleep when God’s an insomniac
I hung my life on the towel rack
All I wanna do is bathe in the freshwaters of serenity and truth until Christ comes back
But more likely than that catch me trudging through sludges of my own marshland, motherfucker that’s Yak
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2. |
Nobody ft. Kooky Mode
02:04
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Baby I’m a nobody
Nothing you can learn from me
All I got is booze and money
Bet you think I’m fuckin funny
Bet you think I’m just like you
Maybe you’re nobody too
But you don’t do the shit I do
You can’t grasp the truth I spew
When I come through I bring the rot mildew
Feeling stone cold like a statue
Yeah you got opinions but who the fuck asked you?
All the shit you say is deja vu, deja entendu like Brand New
So easy to see through, so feeble like bamboo and you’re cheesy too like fondue
Gonna cut your ass down like a Zulu
Who knew that Yak was getting money like a jew
Put you in the dirt
Like Lean I’ll make you hurt
I don’t need no juice, no percs
Unlike you bitch, I got worth
Unlike you bitch, I do work
While I’m chilling in my hearse
I smell like a fuckin horse
Ima make you look like borscht
Bitch, I don’t respect you and why am I meant to when everything you invent is detrimental, your life is a rental, purely incidental, anything valuable is just accidental
You speak my name but everybody’s saying “who?”
I’m a nobody lurking about to come through
I got you imitating like a cockatoo
I must be incontinent cause I just shit on you
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3. |
Solaris
02:26
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Now put your ear to the ground and tell me the sound of the ocean
You screamed loud when I left you for dead but I couldn’t make out what you said
I know you’re not real, you’re a manifestation of my guilt
But I can’t help running my fingers through your hair, we can go anywhere but we’ll always be in this ocean
It’s not my eyes that deceive me it’s my psyche that leads me to believe in these apparitions that define my reality
And who the fuck are you to say what reality is
I can feel her soft skin, what the fuck is realer than this, bitch?
I know you’re jaded your soul is weighted and over-stimulated from the gravity of this anomaly some devil created
I won’t pretend to understand what goes on inside you
But I know you feel this ocean’s force the same as I do
And in a way I don’t think I ever want to leave
If I’m at home in this malaise then maybe this is where I’m free
Where I’m free from the memories playing in a tape loop in my head as a threnody to my futility and this black tide of entropy
It’s that melody you burned into me that’s possessed me, regret that’s been nesting
Now an eternity with her is the only thing that has worth
I’m sorry mother but I’m not coming back down to your Earth
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4. |
Teriyaki
05:00
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Bitch I got that gloss
Like teriyaki sauce
I can’t tell right from wrong
Bitch I disregard the law
I’m a one man gang
Cash hoes out like Andrew Yang
Autocratic like Pyongyang
I’m teriyaki, got that tang
Yeah I got that glaze
Call me Sweet Baby Ray’s
My mind’s always in a haze
Cause I’m at home in this malaise
Let my hate marinate
While I slay the fourth estate
There’s nothing left to contemplate
This hell was always just my fate
Bitch I’m finna bake
Sodium bicarbonate
I don’t get baked
I just get head on the first date
Don’t hate
I’m just the best at the worst game
Bitch wait
I’m finna pop off I’m finna levitate
Posthaste
I’m an Anglo so yeah I like my beans baked
Might fuck around, raise the Japanese birthrate
Might riff hard like Varg’s Key To the Gate
My wallet’s enlarged like a prostate
I’ve got these hoes interest like usury
Welcome to my dungeon, this shit’s exclusory
It’s like puberty, all this shit is new to me
She used my meat like I’m a fuckin charcuterie
Life ain’t quite what it used to be
Shout out to my brothers in the struggle
I ain’t gonna lie
I’m a sinner til’ I die
When I die I’ll burn in hell
I’ll murder you there as well
I’ve got chaos in my blood
I’ve got hatred in my veins
I don’t ever show no love
I don’t ever feel no pain
But I feel good
I feel like a cracker should
I feel nice, I feel right
Salivating white light
Choking on phosphorus bile
Submerged in sulfuric shit
Make this worth my while
Look me in the eyes bitch
You’re a slave to your brain
My brain’s a slave to me
Never wanted any fame
But I live in infamy
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5. |
The Fall of Man
04:07
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If you open your heart to a demon they will seize it
I will never be at ease until this evil’s defeated
I got my reasons for believing that our Being is treason
We never had time to recover after falling from Eden
I never had time to alleviate while suffering deepened
It’s just been season after season I’ve been searching for Jesus
I’ve looked in every nook and cranny, in some corners I’ve seen him
We never had time to recover after falling from Eden
I can feel the guilt overcome my psyche
Relapsing realizations that cripple my mind nightly
Under the umbra I cry out to the almighty
Preacher man says I’m loved but I feel like that’s unlikely
Tried to self-medicate, wrote myself a prescription
God knows I’m not a doctor, just a man prone to addiction
Then I found another vice to eat my soul and keep me fried
Found myself another ride another crime to pass the time
I come alive at night when the purest part of me dies
Subsist on crumbs of dopamine that subsequently subside
Sublet my soul to demons that reside within my mind
The price of rent’s become affordable ever since I resigned to the churning cyclical discomfort that defines every waking moment
We’ve been racing through the sewers swimming in our filth like rodents
Still have the audacity to consider ourselves “chosen”
Hoping for a spring to blossom while we’re pissing on dead roses
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6. |
Daedalus
04:00
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If I was a lay theologian I’d have a loaded interpretation of a notion of Jesus and his reconciliation
To forgive your mother as only a son can as the Son of God forgave another accident called Man
I feel like we’ve been coddled and catered to for too long left us emaciated and intoxicated
In the clutches of mother, meaning no harm, but no psalm can be learned from the skin of her arms
And you carry on her disregard
Like the art of corrupting your brethren with the bitterness you spend
To leech and depend
My mom said I always was no good at picking friends
But God picks my friends
I just pick how it ends
Drift apart into apartheid play pretend
Amended beginnings end again
Drift apart untouchable and recompense
Never to begin to end again
And my mom held me in her arms and said
Nothing to set me free nothing inside it
I could’ve been dead but she made a life it doesn’t seem right to disrespect it
A coddling that left me crippled, nothing against it
Against time because it’s the hardest thing to digest
Against me like a cement black rose in the barrel of a glock
My mom taught me my only enemy is the flock
Put my fist through a clock it’s my real nemesis
Never to end never to envelop this spatial dimension where it’s eminent, we probably got God feeling Daedalus with our relativity shit
You say you’ve fashioned wings, I wouldn’t mess with it, I’m not impressed with this
We probably got God feeling like Daedalus
We probably got God feeling like Daedalus
As the play plays out it develops callousness
We probably got God feeling like Daedalus
It’s about time to go ahead and end this shit
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7. |
Ouroboros/Asunder
03:39
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I have no soul now I’m just a spirit
I have no ears but I must scream so that the people can hear it
Appeal to fear it’s the only thing Man can understand
Once you fall off the cliff you’ll take my hand
Problem is I already fell and slammed into the nether land
Problem is we’re already damned
We keep eating our own tail, its begun to taste so bland
We all got pica, motherfuckers gnawing at time like sand
Hard to swallow like the sludge you put in your lungs
Hard to swallow like a Baphomet’s cum
Someone ask God if we’ve always been this dumb
My brain’s more fried than an egg on the Sun
Belphegor’s real and there’s gotta be a way to undo his lobotomy
Some way to escape this monotony, the same each day it plagues it rains
The same each day mundane
This plague it drains remains in pain sustain in vain
I sustain in vain my brothers and sisters
There goes Satan as a shooting star don’t miss her
If God was real I would kiss her
So sweet so tender like a whisper from a father figure
Instead I'll just spit plasma like a blister
Instead I let this liquor murder my liver
Mindlessly scrolling through twitter
Perceptions contorted like twister
My face disintegrates in the mirror like a smoldering picture of Hitler
Absence makes the heart grow bitter
Asunder, split open
All by ourselves
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8. |
Minestrone
02:22
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Minestrone, minestrone, yuh
I’m eating minestrone with my homies
Bitches know me, I’m never lonely, yuh
Cause I’m eating minestrone with my homies
This minestrone got me feeling so Italian
Got me feeling masculine like a stallion
We coming for that soup bitch, send in the batallion
Might go crazy and add in some scallions
I like the texture of the beans and the pasta
Got my feeling so at peace like a rasta
You say you don’t like it then we got drama
You say it’s not good, you’re fake news like Jim Acosta
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9. |
Brothers
02:40
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Hoes I got hoes I got hoes I got hella hella hoes I got hoes I got hoes but I only love my bros love my bros love brooos I love my bros love my bros
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10. |
Well-Tuned Interlude
01:21
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11. |
Contrition
02:57
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Lately I've been stuck in contrition
Looking down at my feet but my hands still sinning
I got demons and I keep fucking with em
Sometimes I fear I am never forgiven
Bring on the eschaton, let's go back to the beginning
Wipe the slate clean, no more demons no dreaming
About a glistening light that's gonna come into my life
The resurrection of Christ, his hand clutching a knife
Saying, "I bring not peace and I bring not strife
Only a blade to cleave between fire and ice
So that the lukewarm will no longer dance with the swine
I got a gat and a nine, I'm the elixir of life."
Until then I'll be creeping in the nighttime
All I ever got is time
All I ever speak is grime
My actions are defined by an essence that is separate from the present, outside of dimensions, perceptions are twisted and unpleasant
I keep confessing, but it's just a deflection, did I mention that I got some real troubling ontological questions?
Without divinity all things are absent from direction
The existence of perfection, a true Theosis in expression
Without these things all meaning becomes lost, but take a look around and my piety goes soft
I see a cross, I feel aimless shame upon a nameless rain hardening into frost
I'm feeling gnostic plus the Pentecost bitch, I spit caustic rhymes, toxic to all agnostics
All my haters demonic, all my women psychotic, and I'm always rocking peak optics
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12. |
Fear and Trembling
02:32
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I can’t pray cause my voice is too flawed and raw
I can’t confess because I’m too afraid of God
Too afraid to live and too afraid to die
Think I might find a crevice and just crawl inside
I’ve got nothing to say and I’ve got nothing to hide
I told you back me when you loved me that you’d hate me in time
Yeah I had no reason to lie
Take me back to the 3 AM nights in your car
Clarity provided by the streetlights and the stars
Now it’s too opaque and I can’t see who you are
Maybe you’re an angel in demon’s skin to hide your scars
Maybe I should stick to playing the guitar
But I just spit fire like a Magmar
I always take things too far
Always on the hunt, crepuscular like a jaguar
On the hunt for something realer than the skin
Something I can feel at home in
Cause I’m sorry honey but your pussy ain’t shit
It’s just a grave in which I bury my dick skin
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13. |
Reverence
01:52
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Funny how I keep acting surprised when I invite demons in and they start wrecking shit
Funny how everything’s decaying but we still don’t understand what true wreckage is
Revealed revelations tell us what it is to be zealous but we still have no leverage
Stick a bandaid on the wound but just forget all about the seeping brain hemorrhage
In the distance I can hear a clarion
I can’t hear the angels cause I buried them
Love suffering so much I might marry it
Radiant yet silent like a Seraphim
I’m barely there, who’s me? I’m barely him
I’m swimming in a pool or doubt and regret, IOUs and unpaid debts
To a collector I’ve never met a landlord behind the fence to guard himself against the decadence
So don’t ask me for my reverence
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14. |
Threnody
05:13
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I better sin quickly before karma catches up with me
It’s so easy to live like this, entrenched in hypocrisy
Constant violations of my ostensible philosophy
Because I can’t gain piety from these things I’ve seen
I can’t reverberate the meaning in the words I speak
I can’t detach from bitter memories
This love I felt was nothing but a sinister fallacious melody played by Shiva on a guitar fashioned from a walnut tree that carries its parasitic energy
The rhythms unfold inexorably in an ineffable duality like an elegy in ecstasy, a threnody of our futility and our black tide of entropy
This aforementioned melody has possessed me for 21 years of aforementioned bitter memories and jealousy of those who breathe in chaos breathlessly with no concern for things heavenly and through their unsteady bliss find a sort of transient ascendancy
If I could pray it would be to forget the reality of heresy
If I could pray it would be to the dove that was once named Mary
If I could pray
It would reverberate through me every second of every day
Like the aforementioned false words I make with my chemically unsatisfactory brain
Without the blessings of the deep caverns of the insane
Just a dull, real fucking dull and numb pain in my skull
Self-inflicted always I think the idea of free will was something God invented to make man feel better about himself
Maybe free will itself is Godhood, self-help for those who help themselves
And for those who can’t, we’ve got an overpopulated hell
Above and below we’ve built a high rise we rot in like a cell
There was no paradise lost, we just immediately fell
An instantaneous instantiation of that thing we and I and you called hell
And how vertiginous is this hell that we sculpted for ourselves
How vertiginous is this hell that I sculpted for myself
There was no paradise lost, we just immediately fell
An instantaneous instantiation of that thing we and I and you called hell
And how vertiginous is this hell that we sculpted for ourselves
How vertiginous is this hell that I sculpted for myself
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15. |
Crisis
06:57
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It’s nauseating and vertiginous
To be on the precipice
Of a crisis
Eminent potentiality of the nightmare in my iris
Manifestations of phantasmagoric lamentations that render me blinded
An eyeless machine, lifeless as a virus
Submerged in my own brain, my own encephalitis
A psychosis to silence all things righteous and pious
It’s nauseating and vertiginous
To be on the precipice
Of a crisis
The sensation of the wind between my toes
The thrill of being alone in the throes and thralls of consciousness
An atavistic home
A paroxysmal conviction that speeds and grows
In the thrill of being alone to chaperone your soul’s cremation
Spontaneous immolation and self-subjugation
The inmost death and the great negation, becoming slaves to sensation
Engorging our amygdala to celebrate it’s glaciation
Sobriety is just a prism of suffocating self-awareness and fruitless creation
A momentary lapse of unconsciousness realized by fears of stagnation
In short, it’s all the same shit, and that’s what terrifies me
Automation of automatons becomes motorized and renders autonomy paralyzed
Baptized in the chrism of our new industrial God a child is mechanized
In our technocratic theocracy this 12 tone song is harmonized
Smoke in my eyes
Until I can’t recognize life
It’s nauseating and vertiginous
To be on the precipice
Of a crisis
Watching your friends sprint face first off the cliff
Seeing your sins omnipresent in them
Trapped in a cycle impossible to unhinge
To maintain a feeling we maintain this binge
I’m sorry my friends I have failed you again
After all drift aparts I have learned nothing yet
My whole life I’ve been living like a Sunday in lent
As my thumbs spit bile my phone drifts past 1%
I write this verse now on a cheap paper towel with a pen
On a table next to dead flowers I had bought for my girlfriend
Listening to the sounds of the freeway at 4 AM
Trying to remember when life turned into a dead end
My mom said I always was no good at picking friends
Maybe she was right cause God’s my only friend left
And he’s about to walk out just like all the rest
I’ve spent a long time dying but I’ll never be dead
I’ll live on as the soil and the oceans instead
Irreconcilable nihilists find the time to get bread
But they can’t find the time to analyze the lies in their head
Fuck em
We were all shown the same love
The truth is the redeemer and the truth is above
The truth is in every single one of us
But for some this love is just never enough
And when your time is up
Witness the unbeholdable face of God
You have no concept of this at all
Your ignorance is contained in this omniscience
Your impotence is contained in this omnipotence
But it is not contained in you
We are the solids from the clarified butter
Something I wouldn’t dare utter
An apology as an apogee to forgive our mother
For the sake of joining with our father
But at this point I wouldn’t even bother
I’m a lamb to the slaughter
I am sons and I’m daughters
I am the salt in your tears pouring into your wounds to remind you that you’re treading water
I am the regrets locked away in your coffer
I am naked and humbled
I am stumbles and troubles
I am the seventh trumpet playing as Earth crumbles
I am afraid
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