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
All proceeds from Julia Julian frontperson Max Ripps' experimental indie pop EP will be donated to Philadelphia Community Bail Fund. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 17, 2020