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Kalyptra
02:30
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when winter wants to leave ! but the cold lives in your soul
an old woman once told me long ago...
with the spring comes change, rebirth or so it goes
a time to atone, abolish everything wrong
but i stayed the same same, let my mainframe freeze
no evolution or trait gain, a phonograph ...
in a time of digital mystikal mr. prudentpast
ask who is that... his trap door latched
dural, elucidation, incubates the seedlings
with tough talk and no feelings
remove emotional reign you got the base...
a maze in the vase
a warm day on a cold night the sun rise
watch life flash before your eyes in an instant
and disapear like the threads weaved by the seamstress
who is also a mistress, who is also a misfit
who also dont want to live like this.. its sickening
an inclination
when the spring comes i know these scars are life long
like tetrahedron the second song you missed it all
it boils in my stomac, most of me a wrecking ball
wound tighter, bound to end it soon, for rebirth
a soothing soul, i never had, and never will
with thoughts of laying on my deathbed forever still
the old woman once again laughs, lashes out
says you more than that winter is the same as drought
i say i am without, rebuttles no, you are within...
everything you are, defined as this, a mind of mist
its all as fate... you hesitate and miss your plate
but pull the trigger quick, no you better contemplate
feed the earth with something other than your blood..
we all go back eventually, but now is not your time
and with that the tree withered, new buds appeared
and suddenly everything became clear
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Haematic
02:21
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a polluted world... we pollinate
procreate and assimilate.. yo
ghost vessel... exhalted golden mezzanine
we all lay inbetween,
this earths core and chaos..
absolute proof is a sayonce->
travel with me ... a massive shift lazarus
ships of coffins sail towards the spring passionless...
captainless... imagine this..
every atom is reborn, or never dieeed,
assuming this, you lived tragically and never tried...
me? i made it to the end and turned back,
as flowerz returning to the ground the seed uncracked
motionless, the ocean is, when mirage of locust focus his
swaying pendulum of emotionless
totem fist, stolen scripts of earths hopelessness
paid in full when summer never shows like a poltergeist
never play where you want to stay
not a day where you want to pray
no honest lay,
a snake pit for your hollow grave,
namastae, die in a stalin fate
you fall away
a polluted world... we pollinate
decimate as i illustrate.. yo
pictures on my walls.. change with the seasons
right now, they recescetated, start breathing
raise yo hands to the sky when i start speaking,
or your wings old ravens to the dark deacons
im a beacon of nothingness,
whyd you start seeking?
when you arrived, destination deleted...
a statement from a slick abyss stalemate
checkered past with a black and white pale shade
trees under i dreamed as a youth
were torn down, burned and sectioned off as doomed
its just me... its just the way it had to be..
its simple as that, placed back in the hatchery,
corrupted everything he touched like humanity...
and felt it in his heart, so he ripped it out tactfully.
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[MENES]
breach the smoke ;
in an outta dope
my name wrote backwards in graffiti eloped
standoff ish, sick so isolated
cryoform in a vault sent this note 100 times
no one took it serious.... (though) armageddon,
arm leg leg arm history beheaded
offensive, im offended by this sedative
blue moons and red skies detour the sunlight
ya'll tellin me whats good for ME? I dont get it
sub thoughts armed guard attention
ventilation put in your chest like space helmets
ain't tellin ; long haulin caged felon
ike and tina.. with a dick like a femur
investing in the end like the last world leader
EP to LP lastly to firstly, strictly bout the buisness
mask on oh mercy...
you cant see him in a microscope mercedes
holdin microphones sniffin blow in the 80's
purple visor... your wifes advisor, super-visor,
mousillini's driver...
grove street vodoo.. golden groove goblin
MODs sidearm, always beside him..
its simply really, just a known fact,
you shoot first? we always shoot back
retract? you never spit a verse that wasnt wack
you lack, thats why we never ever answered back,
its crack, we write it bag it sell it,
on the block giants metaphoric tyrants
[P.Wrecks]
Journal Reduction
unearth in secluded compasses
Everyone;s ideally that boy in the bubble
Tall form strategic monolith rubble
Caustic formula assembled to cause trouble
Tried excavation in every way possible first
Terra-form falsehood crumpled handmade paper spacecraft
Floor of used up can'ts
Head Full of several hells
Shovel fell with the last shovel full the song is wrote
The voids vastness implored
Entropy misanthrope antelope stag
Easily broke the trance like
Slate my doctrines rock
Flood the flood fed it myself
Beam your escape pod pattern maintain fall mid maneuver,
Pulling from a visual i couldn't quite pin point
Make a theory irrelevant as easily as its portrayed visceral
Portrait of a leaky faucet in decorated gold leaf frame
Humans rhyme with excuses
Evacuate containment never enough.
Obstacles pile towards the treeline
Smells of burnt plastic offerings
Sold the magic feather to a tragic author
And its quilted soundscapes torn into fragments
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Eldritch
02:24
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dark matter in the basement of the lurking fear
the tomb was the color outa space outta here
doomstone round his neck like a gravekeeper
through the gates of the silver key fate leper
the white ship sailed blue oceans,
blinkin in an out ; ant-artic owl potion
acolyte of delusion, absolution
absolve the old ones of collusion.
who you be?
the hounds smell gold in his coffin
pocket watchin, delving deeper than a locksmith unconscious
the whisper in the darkness, shadow out of time
the crawling chaos drawls in a pyramids disguise
H.P LOVECRAFT ; PURPLE LEMONADE
Well in the city and his TOMB in the SHADE
Why you Tryna Rain on the Gods Promenade
Pillars in the cave emanate a grave
The wolf queens silent and the whole town waits
what the moon brings? imprisoned with the pharaohs
cats of ulthar in the womb with a sparrow
Nameless city, crossin bone hanging bridge
al'khazar in a bazzar on the fringe
the harlot, many boxes over many rows
in a cave of many sirens, and not many foes,
so it goes, wrote c. dexter ward,
the alchemist of dark mania and discourse
beyond the walls of sleep... from beyond
a motion picture moving in the city lakes of fog
strange high house of the mist, it twist,
become a labyrinth, poe-laris, a gift,
a wish from the townsfolk of Sarnath
Providence, where the old ones were born at
r'lyeh cthulhu, one flew over the cuckoo
dead waits dreaming on the sea floor
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Delative
01:04
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Raptus
03:12
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the trance man ; move sound like band stands
wave form, stay storms in one breath
old tecs, phonographic music chest
whos next these lungs you dont test
re-verb-from-the-caves-of-this-earth->
in Agora the builders of our fate we change coarse...
from the Cold North... bring the souls forth
God damned our spirits but cant douse the torch
light bringers, harbinger with mic fingers
spit into my palm, listen to the lines essence
view it from the clouds, or meet me in the present
either way you lying in graves of luminescence
ruminating presence, in a room with rum sippin on a death sentence
contemplative... all his peers are slightly faded,
others off the deep end in pools of creation
looked at as heretics, madness incubation,
and me? im simply just waiting. for the right time of invasion
to intercept the minds, of those ive yet to find
climb through the cerebral, travel down the spine
too much? ... im up in your witches guts.
its a tragedy i never cared that much...
a two way lane, a two way street
and if you know what i mean, you'd never two time me.
unknown cooridoors a building with a backlight
the door dosent up ever... my labratory ..
scientifik the mystik who seeks riches and
bitches in many plural forms of everything thats cryptik
the irony in that is he could use what he was gifted
for the good of every person, but instead? he gets lifted
most of the time.. never leaves the ground though,
like the left overs from an arrow, the pharaoh
he use his words to decode another cypher
in a darkroom with an audience and lighters
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Slummock
02:31
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enters in the spring but whats that really bring?
you positive its positive, im honest when it rains
stockhome, armstrong -> slow movin with the change
i put a seed in the ground to never grow again
its forlorn, old and abandoned
my brains a warehouse subtract the planning
a stolen moment granted,
stone mansion, nothing blooms on his planet
rotates, but its subjects suffer famine
purple iris, statues up on every island
resembles his semblance, barren like a skeleton
Baron the embellishing, prothetic sea creature
totems of the ocean, terraforming at leisure....
you know? he sees the bad in every good
life support, he wouldnt save you even if he could..
its morlore, mr.more, winter wouldn't leave
and made home in a glacier traveled cross the seas
theres always hope... or a knotted rope
count the scars, countless the count of many notes
he symbolizes death, but with that comes rebirth
mopes around in spring, cant stand this living curse...
floats abound a missing hearse, mystik fallen church,
mold at the pedastal, the image is the worst,
cant-grasp-the-fact, that everything has worth,
were all the same its energy spilled outside our birth
lost last fall, prismoids in the summer
a cold case winter,face full of splinters
louisville slugger in the dugout got a runner
triangulated black magic opiated slumber
find him dead, wake up without illusion
that every time he sleeps, he gets alittle closer
most need closure, cant wait for the end
this suffering finds suffrage through his bleeding pen
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Matryoshka
02:25
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place you inside you and who would you be?
2 times the person, or nothing but we..
I see, huh, hm, very intriguing, ->
a lie on a line, the DNA is weaving
twisting, stranding, without overstanding
i understand were nothing a-like, like 2 planets,
different orbit, morbid seclorum
a bleach patch on the floor only this mourning
a murder of crows, sang this tune,
i hummed it all the way to my jail house blues,
or greys, each day is fading away,
my spirit does the same, but tah change form and re-locate
cemeteries, where you want to rest
but not today queen, i built you a nest
whereee youuu cannn be reborn,
and give back to the space you were you always thorned?
a dirty shovel, what a companion
and grave planning? is alittle bit demanding.
***i still hear your voice so i drop the furs
give a couple more kicks to be sure
hesitation, mind-ful of hallucinations
realizations, an act of creation...
reincarnation, a beautiful thing..
and this spring? you'll be blooming to a new moon adrift
dead stars, i been gathering some,
place em jars, in the tomb where nothing is far
but you picked this place, you told me yourself,
you could die right here, and you could die right now
thats love isnt it?
feel it in my heart twisting it
wish to give you one more kiss but that just dissonance
your fragrance, will follow me forever
my wild flower that i burried with nebakanezer
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9. |
Kinematics
01:33
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YOU GOT TO KEEP IT MOVIN IN TODAYS DAY AND AGE...
THE MOTION IS THE POTION FOR THE MENTALLY ENSLAVED..
TO STOP, LOCK AND DROP ROCKS STAGNATING WAYS
THATS WHY WE KEEP IT LIVE EVERYTIME WE FLIP A STAGE...
I FINNN-D ITS THE RHYMM-E THAT ENGAGE, BUT THE BEAT IS THE DRIVE
THIS RHYTHM IS WHATS KEEPING ME ALIVE->
FROM THE HEARTBEAT TO SKYLINE ITS DIVINE...
EVEN-WHEN-IM-BESERK IN MY MIND - I FIND...
PEACE IN THESE PARABLES, A STORY DRIVEN NARRATIVE
BUT EVERYTHING I SAID IS TRUE... ITS IMPERATIVE->
FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND, THAT PEOPLE NEVER UNDERTOOD
AND NOTHINGS ALL GOOD... NOTHINGS ALL GOOD...
BUT EVERYTHING IS EVERYTHING MY FRIEND THATS IT.
AND ANYTHING THATS ANYTHING EXIST...
MOLECULAR VIBRATIONS IN A SECULAR CREATION
EVEN ANIMATION REALAH THAN YOU... YOU GOTS TO FACE IT..
BUT-YOU STILL-TRACE IT, LIVING-IN A STAND-STILL WORLD
EVEN-THOUGH-WE-ROTATING...
IM HEAR TO MAKE A STATEMENT, THERES NO PROPER PLACEMENT
FIND YOUR OWN LANE AND STAY CONSISTENT...
BUT NEVER STOP FOR ANYTHING THATS WORDS TO MY EVIDENCE
CAUSE THEY LET ME OUT ON BAIL AND NEVER SAW ME AGAIN
I KEPT IT MOVIN.. I KEPT IT MOVIN...
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Premorse
02:09
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ayo ; Ive been lost for so long its hard to tell
in this world no different than a cell
what images are mine, and where im destined to fail
its a new breath, a new day,but that dont mean shit today
i say we must change, but i mean we must adapt
from every pitfall, swollen heart and every trap
life laughs... a tragic comedy -> honestly, an odyssey..
apostraphe, it conjures me
homeric similie... reborn oddities
land of the lost prophecy, its my homily ->
harmonies-audibly... incanting armories->
bring forth the sacrificial lamb and his apathy
cyclical, tapestry, hopes and dreams
stagnate... freeze frame the tragedy it seems
and what it really is, no one really knows
in the end, its the end, watch the grave fill and close
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